Kind On Purpose.

Perhaps you'll stay a while, and we will pass the hours, sitting among the flowers. Call me Sky! poetry sideblog for @shorter-than-her-tbr-pile

[metamorphesque]

for they had things to say, Charles Bukowski

[metamorphesque]

'things there are no words for, but should be', tatheve simonyan

[two-bees-poetry]

my voice is in my sword

[apoemaday]

At Last the Secret Is Out

by W.H. Auden

At last the secret is out, as it always must come in the end, The delicious story is ripe to tell to the intimate friend; Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there’s never smoke without fire. Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye. For the clear voice suddenly singing, high up in the convent wall, The scent of the elder bushes, the sporting prints in the hall, The croquet matches in summer, the handshake, the cough, the kiss, There is always a wicked secret, a private reason for this.

[cataclysmictide]

in my head you're alive and we sit down for dinner and talk it all out

[broken-academia]

i read CS Lewis’ A Grief Observed one time years ago and i’m still not recovered from it

[broken-academia]

— A Grief Observed: part i-ii, C.S. Lewis x

[giffingthingsss]

I need y'all to understand that he wrote this famous passage in the middle of her brief remission -

'Do not let your happiness depend on something you may lose.' 'Don’t put your goods in a leaky vessel.' 'Don’t spend too much on a house you may be turned out of.' There is no man alive who responds more naturally than I to such canny maxims. I am a safety-first creature. Of all arguments against love none makes so strong an appeal to my nature as “Careful! This might lead you to suffering”. There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

[othellho]

Marilyn Hacker, “[Didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this?]” from Love, Death and the Changing of the Seasons, published by W.W Norton.

[cryptonature]

From Leslie J. Anderson. https://bsky.app/profile/lesliejanderson.bsky.social

[lunchboxpoems]

[antigonickpdf]

“finding my boyfriend in bed with a stranger, 1993” by mickie kennedy

[havingapoemwithyou]

Marriage by Lawrence Raab

[havingapoemwithyou]

I loved you before i was born by Li-Young Lee

[havingapoemwithyou]

Eurydice by Jenny George

[onetwofeb]

[kosmogrl]

margaux paul

[asoftepiloguemylove]

I SWEAR I'D LOVE YOU IF I COULD

Mada Hayyas Parts of Me Never Left That House // Mitski A Pearl // Atonement (2007) dir. Joe Wright // Morrissey in an interview with David Thomas for SPIN // Renee Ahdieh The Wrath and the Dawn // pinterest // Bernhard Schlink The Reader (tr. Carol Brown Janeway) // The Front Bottoms Be Nice To Me // Miranda July It Chooses You // Euphoria (2019-) from And Salt the Earth Behind You dir. Sam Levinson // pinterest // pinterest // Silas Denver Melvin Grit // Fiona Apple Left Alone

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Melissa Cox