the world just aint ready for us yet thats it

says the guy to your left you would die for that kid 

[iwishwewerepenpals]

"Angels are not meant to dwell in the world of men.

I was never meant to have anything so good"

Danielle Teller

Denis Sarazhin

[iwishwewerepenpals]

there I stood on my perch

a cardinal or a canary I cant say

there is nothing to sing too here

young brittle bones never lifted off the ground

my yellow coated body mocked

i am a bird pulling out her feathers

lightly freedom falls

this is the only part of me that could fly

I ripped out hope with a stubbon beak

praying something would fill the absence

red of raw flesh invaded yellow

rusty hinges wore with age

I cant tell you when the cage opened

but I know this is a new pain, opening bloody wings 

and I am still angry

[iwishwewerepenpals]

the heavenly father left with Christmas magic and baby teeth

hopes of salvation pushed down by growing pains

I am older now

I was not old when I was walked though my first church

my father was a baby when he was pushed under the rapids of religion

I was fated to be

just barely held from the tides by mothers arms

a body so young I could not hold my head above holy water

as my legs grew long enough I walked to the shallow end

when my face made it past the surface I finally saw the world not warped by christ

I am older now

but I miss the comforts of my late womb

the way the water held me

engulfing my small body invading my lungs with prayer and mind with scripture

I now wish for the same warmth I was given when I was young and vulnerable

I want psalms sung above my cradle once more

I clutch and grab anything that felt like this

like a toddler pulling hair I dont stop until I am pried open

but I am older now

these same choirs leave my hollow chest only with echos

our fathers blood lies in my stomach for sin alone

I know I much to big to go back to the womb

these same churches won't feel like home

there is no devil

I have no father

these were bedtime stories

ment to leave me like Christmas magic and baby teeth

[deviika]

Willa Cather // Franz Kafka

[thehopefulquotes]

“A year ago, you did not know today. You did not know how you’d make it here. But you made it here. By grace, you made it here.”

— Morgan Harper Nichols

[lelif]

the miracle of being here

invitation, mary oliver// @arthoesunshine // when death comes, mary oliver//to be alive, gregory ott// the dead poets society(1989), quote: walden, henry david thoreau// joseph campbell// the aeneid, virgil// @babyangel-jpg // @rawjoy //sweet, charles bukowski// that it will never come again, emily dickinson// bjenny montero// ? // ? // moments, mary oliver// madness a bipolar life, marya hornbacher// wild geese, mary oliver// letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke// on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean voung// @ashstfu // i thought on his desire for three days, linda gregg

[en-la-casademiamor-deactivated2]

The uncluttering

I perpetually see three letters missing from your scrabble board. You want to tell me of it, but you don’t.

It’s in the pained pleasurable pause between words that feel like you are in

another world with time. The prince, the fox and the rose are at your bedside. It is far, but it is not.

I lay my head over your heart, but tonight your sights are elsewhere. There is a mountain you’d like to climb, and I would like to be at the top of it when you arrive—

ripples don’t have to turn into tides.

[iwishwewerepenpals]

I made the mistake of texting you

theres this awful kind of sickness afterwards

there always has been

once I cherished the way my heart skipped when our eyes locked

now this blush feels more like a fever

my stomach hurts and I can't stop thinking about you again

[iwishwewerepenpals]

it feels so right, the way her fingers lace with mine and my head on her chest, and all my friends are tired of hearing how right she feels but I could talk about her until my tongue raw and throat dry

[iwishwewerepenpals]

this is the river I crawled from

I did not drown in it

you will find me spitting up blood through bared teeth

but not water

[iwishwewerepenpals]

birthdays comes just a little too fast

you watch your brother turn from boy to man

take note as gray starts to fill your dads beard

your family dogs name stays caught in your throat

this is how you know

[metamorphesque]

Manhattan is a Lenape Word, Natalie Diaz

[anditslove]

Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers

[iwishwewerepenpals]

summer this year left me behind

took my friends and sent me on a long drive

paused the first love I was beginning to feel

autumn will find my face changed

dirt under finger nails and scars replacing skin

I have been rid of the child left in me

[langleavpoetry]

[soracities]

Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]

[iwishwewerepenpals]

"you are terrifying and strange and beautiful, someone not everyone knows how to love"

-warsan shire