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Richard Siken, Crush/Lora Mathis, If There's A Way Out I'll Take It
Basic August, Eileen Myles
eating fire, margaret atwood
The world did not begin with me it will not end with me I am one pulsebeat in the throbbing river
Octavio Paz: Poems, edited and tr. by Eliot Weinbergner, from ‘Identical Time’
“You’re important to me. I think if there’s anything that will last forever, it’s that. Whether we separate, stay in touch or rarely speak again, you will always be that little someone I really do care for, that I would sacrifice everything for to protect and keep safe.”
— Beau Taplin, The Promise
Vous m'aidez
I wanted you To help me get to you; I wanted you To help me to Stay.
Half love, You halved us: I — Forlorned, and you, Astrayed
& If halved One should be, Then not to be lonely; I'd rather stay lonelily whole The rest of my Days.
--- 18-7-2023, M.A. Tempels ©
it's hard to write
when every poem starts to
feel like a suicide letter.
most days i am an
echo chamber of apologies.
i start to wonder if
there is anything else
left in me anymore.
i go to bed empty.
most nights i am
something much worse.
-mars
Second poem of the year. Productivity 👍🏼
I wanna be selfish for once,
And ask for love,
Plead for care,
And beg not be left behind.
I wanna be selfish for once,
And ask you,
Not to stop loving me,
For once, don't use me,
And just look through me,
Tend to my bruises,
And kiss my scars.
For once don't make me cry,
And pat my eyes dry,
Don't push me away, for once
And hug me instead.
Let me be selfish this once,
And ask for your love,
Let me feel wanted,
Without being used.
I know, I don't deserve it,
But please just hug me,
Till all my tears dry,
And my aching heart stops,
For once I wanna be selfish,
And be on recieving end willingly,
But not for hatred,
I am desperate for love,
A little bit of affection and care.
Don't use me anymore,
Don't ask for anything,
Just embrace me for once,
Without expecting anything in return,
I promise to be better,
But for once,
I just wanna be selfish,
And ask for your love.
it's not a lack of trust
that keeps me from
sharing my sadness with you;
it is an abundance of shame.
i'm sorry that i don't message you
when i can't sleep anymore.
i'm sorry that i ever did
in the first place.
you ask me how my night was
and i don't tell you that
i spent the majority of it
coming to terms with
waking up the next morning.
i tell you that i slept fine.
i hope you know
i want to tell you the truth.
i hope you know
i try to tell you in other ways.
-mars
“That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.”
— Kaui Hart Hemmings
Pay attention to things that usually pass you by unnoticed. Discover new sounds in songs you like and new meanings in your favorite stories. And then go beyond. Listen to new songs. Read new stories. Fall in love with astronomy and then with painting. Start writing poems, songs, and love letters. The possibilities are endless and whatever you choose to do, just remember to never stop opening the doors of your existence because behind some of them you may actually find yourself.