The Softest Side Of Me

Name: Shade' Joseph I make music and pull poems from my ribcage. I gotta a lot of HeART to give. :)

[deeplifequotes]

http://dontecollins.com

[lifeinpoetry]

I spent far too many days trying to outrun this thing called mine, so if I set myself into your arms would you hold me like the earth, quietly? I am yours. Give me a field, give me a big sky. A mountain. Give me your mouth. I’m just looking for a quiet place that I could die inside of.

Anis Mojgani, from “Cradle,” Songs From Under the River (via lifeinpoetry)

[kingkendricklamar]

God is Gangsta

[northgang]

[rudyfrancisco]

[lifehitsharder]

[apup-deactivated20171002]

Adele demands Frank Ocean’s return

[sxtspprt-deactivated20191214]

When Adele calls … you answer Frank!

[afroxqueen-deactivated20160521]

THIS NI**A BETTER RESPOND

[michaelondre]

Visit Original Link

[itssweetness13]

vibes for days

[wnq-writers]

okay, ok, i got this: somedays i am the store of balloons, somedays i am the porcupine, on the worst days i am both. or somedays i am the lung, somedays i am the pack of menthols, on the worst days i am both. or somedays i am the house of cards, nineteen years tall, teeming, un tackled, somedays i am the earth quake, on the worst days i am both. or somedays i am what happened, somedays, i am what caused the happening, on the worst days, i blame the thing that breathes, the part of me that is body & alive & remembers what everything that isn’t body tries to forget. or somedays, i am joy. somedays i laugh. i swell with so much god that the sky of me rains. somedays, i am just the rain. an endless air of grey. a damp, muted bed of dirt on the worst days, nothing grows

Donte Collins, “a sadness by any other name” (via wnq-writers)

[goodquoteco]

I do not know how one un-loves. My heart is a grave of hearts. And I have yet seen the earth spit back out its dead

Donte Collins (via hqlines)

[sveltestiletto]

I think of this and I am happy, to have kissed your mouth with the force of language, to have spoken your name at all.

Greg Watson, from “Now” (via sveltestiletto)

[endless-unfolding]

come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.

Lucille Clifton, from “won’t you celebrate with me” (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)

[endless-unfolding]

To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.

Mary Oliver, from “In Blackwater Woods,” in Wild Geese: Selected Poems (via oephelia)

[rarararambles]

I screamed at myself in the subway for writing poems about you still. I made a scene. I think about you almost each morning, and roughly every five days, I still believe you’re there.

Jon Sands (via rarararambles)

[wnq-writers]

i don’t house negativity. if it doesn’t feed me. if it doesn’t pay my spirit rent. it is evicted. my body cannot afford anything less

Donte Collins (via wnq-writers)

[saddfuture]

[give-mechills-blog]

later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.

warsan shire (via give-mechills)