The color of surrender.

I like words. 

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“Wild Geese”, Mary Oliver

.2019

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Mark Doty, "The Death of Antinoüs"

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Longing, of course,  become its own object, the way that desire can make anything into a god. 

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“I don’t think I’ve hated something so much as me wanting you”

— — Jasmine Gibson, from “Hot-Hand Fallacy,” Don’t Let Them See Me Like This

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Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

[lifeinpoetry]

I am not the survival I came after. 

I am the victory a boastful flag. 

I am not a promise. I am a threat. I am what takes and does not give back. 

a new history a forked tongue a priestess church and communion a woman with her own legacy 

take this, my story. eat it and remember me.

— Yesika Salgado, from “Diaspora Writes To Her New Home,” Hermosa

[lifeinpoetry]

“Say it. Say it again: I am and I am and I am / in spite of—”

— Malcolm Tariq, from “Bop: Black Queer Southern Studies,” Heed the Hollow

[lifeinpoetry]

“I was— am— terrified of being owned. By a god or a man or a child or a place. By anyone or anything but myself.”

— Brenna Womer, from “Empire Blue,” Atypical Cells of Undetermined Significance

[thoughts-in-shower]

You know you are an adult when you get excited to just go home.

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By: Stefie

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Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems I

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[lifeinpoetry]

This is how I learned to love. 

Fleeting; in a panic; a frenzy; watching as the wicked unfolds.

— Desireé Dallagiacomo, from “Señor Frogs,” Sink

[lifeinpoetry]

I put the burning coals in my mouth and I said this. Then I fainted.

      I am that Persephone       Who played with her darlings in Sicily       Against a background of social security.

     Oh what a glorious time we had.      Or had we not? They said it was sad.      I was born good, grown bad.

— Anne Carson, from Norma Jeane Baker of Troy

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“هر که عیب دگران پیش تو آورد و شمرد بی‌گمان عیبِ تو پیش دگران خواهد برد He who speaks ill of someone before you Without a doubt! He speaks ill of you before others.”

— Sa’di (via honeyandelixir)

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& the desire to pass through  life like a shadow becomes greater than the desire to raise your voice in vain

— Kwame Opoku-Duku, from “iv: the old head verses (ecclesiastes) 21-25,” The Unbnd Verses