I think I’m running from time
and all the verbs that follow it.
suddenly, I almost, almost can’t feel it passing.
and suddenly, it almost, almost runs me over—
from one heartbeat to the next.
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I think I’m running from time
and all the verbs that follow it.
suddenly, I almost, almost can’t feel it passing.
and suddenly, it almost, almost runs me over—
from one heartbeat to the next.
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When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.
pinky promise? 🥺
Maggie Smith, from a poem titled "Now They’re Saying Isolation Atrophies the Brain," featured in A Suit or a Suitcase: Poems
I wondered at the fear
How my feet never followed
A concrete nemesis
The body still knows
Pink kiss of pain remembered
Scars in the moonlight
The wounds continue
Skin a night-speckled canvas
I still love the stars
sketches in my tiny sketchbook
Courtney Kampa (1987-2022)
From her book A BRIGHT AND BORROWED LIGHT
if you think about it beatbox is a sound made purely with human mouth so technically there is no evidence that the medieval peasants did not beatbox
Clarice Lispector, from A Breath of Life
You are prone to disappearing
And I’m prone to letting go
You take your chance to run away
And I hold open the door
You’re apparently complicated
And I’m just a simple man
You ask me if you can leave me broken
Yes, of course you can
You are victim to your anxieties
You lack impulse control
I am the calm before your storm
A toy to soothe your tormented soul
You’re apparently just damaged
And I’m healed and I am fine
You ask me if you can run away from me
Yes, of course, you do it all the time
You are a slave to your obsessions
You live inside your own brain
I am helplessly in love with you
And with your love comes a world of pain
But apparently you love me too
And that’s why you always return
Then set fire to my weary heart
And watch me squirm, watch me burn
You are the madness to my sanity
I am the tether that holds you in place
You rebel against your own vanity
And I will love you till the end of days
We will play this game of hide and seek
I’ll watch you come back time after time
Because you can try to find love anywhere
You know you’ll never find a love like mine.
The Sound of Color
I got lost in the color of a sound—
something sweet, something almost like music,
quiet as rain in the background of my days.
But it doesn’t stay like that anymore.
Now it’s just the quiet
between what was
and what I keep reaching for—
I still find myself
looking for the rainbow
like it didn’t disappear on purpose.