KorrosiveTeeth

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[poetlegit]

Some of us were never born to be

successful, but were simply born

to work hard.

-a parody of success.

[gallixie]

mother, please forgive me; i did not intend to fall in love. but how could i not fall in love with the freedom he offered in open palms, as if the whole world had always been at my feet and i had never thought to look down?

forgive me, mother, please. but this was never a love affair with a man; this is a love affair with myself. and i ask your forgiveness because this is not an apology. i refuse to be sorry for stepping outside of this birdcage life, and if my wings led to him, i am not sorry for that either.

mother, forgive me for breaking your heart. i was only discovering my own.

— to demeter, from persephone // p.s.

[weirdlooksgoodonyou]

so no one is going to talk about the time dostoyevsky said “and i seem to have such strength in me now, that i think i could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, ‘i exist.’ in thousands of agonies- i exist. i’m tormented on the rack- but i exist! though i sit alone in a pillar- i exist! i see the sun, and if i don’t see the sun, i know it’s there. and there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.” because hOly fuckkkk

[ryebreadgf]

olin ivory / mary oliver / anne michaels / anna kamienska / max porter / richard siken

[onceuponamusing]

i would have died for you; i would have sold my soul for you. god and the devil, both as my witness; to see me kneel down, before this holy mound; in front of that etched stone; and with my hand, erase your name — and replace it with my own.

the bridge between life and death is far more cruel than either.  //  m.a.w (via onceuponamusing)

[creatingnikki]

14.

Let’s go to bed early tonight and hope that when we wake up this was all a big nightmare. I’ll call you up all overwhelmed and spill the details quickly before I forget. The world was caged. The sky was gorgeous and the beach was calling. But I couldn’t step out. I ran out of all my favourite foods. And I had to attend a dozen work video calls. You would laugh and tell me it’s all okay and that you’re picking me up to take me to lunch at my favourite restaurant. The world is okay. ‘You are okay,’ you’ll tell me while you kiss me. And as the sun shines on us you’ll tell me how gorgeous I look. I’ll feel so silly for being so shaken by the nightmare. I’ll tell you how grateful I am for this. For sunny days. For eating at our favourite restaurants. For knowing you. Let’s wake up now.

— April 14th, Tuesday                    Napowrimo, 2020  

[carumens]

Anne Carson, from Norma Jeane Baker of Troy

[facinaoris]

Letters from Medea, Salma Deera.

[robertjw4688]

Glass Shard Confessions

Another night I've

embedded my

skull in

my bedroom window.

Glass shards replace

my smile and I'm

the happiest sap alive.

Brush the

clear stars from my

hair and place

them in the sky.

They'll shine like

a youth I

never had.

I've been

watching it all

pass behind

these burdened

shoulders for years.

It never gets

easier to say

goodbye to

the past but it's

even harder to

say hello to

the future.

[vooo-doo-dolll]

Where do the stars go?

Far away,

Far from the heavens they escape;

Running like children,

It’s all a game

To them.

They travel,

To a place no one has seen,

To a place no one has heard,

To a place no one has dreamed of.

They dance,

The feathers of their cloaks peeling

Off,

Tiny;

They’re the size of grains of sand;

Their dust settling on the eyes of sleeping suns.

–Raven in the Matchbox

[lhzthepoet]

What happens after?

When the star meets the ground

And the light fades

And the wish is like a whisper

That lingers long after the sound is gone

A star is only as bright as the darkness it comes from.

Except from Eden // L.H.Z

[leatherbounddiaries]

They say maybe you should just hang out alone & if you’ve not noticed that’s exactly what I’ve been doing for so long but alone gets lonely & sometimes I just wanna sit in the backseat of a car with music blasting out the open windows my friends with their feet up on the dash smoking ciggies  Sometimes I wanna go to the beach & eat pizza their heads in my laps or arms encircling in embrace Sometimes I wanna feel part of something with people who really see me & make me like who I am around them who don’t say I’m too controlling or too stressed out cos I got that from the family I didn’t choose & I want a family I do a little jigsaw of mother father son & brother a sense of belonging a collective to tell my secrets to my soliloquies of satisfaction & strife my life unfolding in connection to that of others joined together so even when I am alone I’m home at heart & this love will never get lonely.

@leatherbounddiaries

[vacantinkandprettypink-deactiva]

“Edgar Allan Poe once said something along the lines that there is nothing more poetic than the untimely death of a young beautiful woman, and he spent his entire existence learning to find the perfect words. Sylvia Plath wrote ‘Lady Lazarus,’ and she had died and come back to life, more times than once. We speak often of life and death, having and not having, here and gone, but in the end, what do these things mean? I’ve been thinking about living in gray areas, and the existence of black and white. I’ve been thinking about loving then losing, but loving still. I’ve been thinking about having and not having, history and present, the transiency of this condition. I’ve been thinking about happiness and sadness, how we all might learn again after forgetting. I’ve been thinking of rebirth. In every ending lies a beginning. I’ve watched the seasons change each year, and at the same time, I’ve watched myself metamorphose. We mourn losses, but with each death, I’ve watched a birth. Do not fear absence, nor losing, for the lost can be found again.”

— V.I.P.P.

[korrosiveteeth]

Preparing for a future not guaranteed.

365/365 // Six word story

[travellersfarfromhome]

“He stretched my hymen, but I Remembered to catch the blood Before it stained the sheet. He stretched a muscle I’ve never felt. He pulled and caught at the tendrils of My kindness. Sweet pearls he melted down, To wax and wick. My soul was tight and stinging, Never tearing. (My Grandmothers prayers weaved it thick) I left him soft and sleeping, not a muscle bruised. I did not catch or tear at any part of him. Out of the window, his care was creeping. In my dreams, I longed to be the one who left him bleeding. All his tears went unused.”

— Hymen, CASSIE FRIEL

[infinitely-poetic]

slowing down

they tell me to slow down and

worry about my health.

time is slipping through my skin,

my wrist resembles wet paper

and your fingernails still make half-moons in my skin.

but i can’t stop thinking about the fingerprints you pressed into me

and how i tried to cut them out-

[sorrysimon]

In Space No One Can Hear You Hypothetically Scream

Yesterday, I learned

Because there’s no particles

In space

There’s nowhere for the sound waves

To travel

Resulting in complete silence,

All of this is to say

Our words

Will never leave this earth

Chained to rock

With only our eyes

To touch the stars.