“The best way I can love you is by not losing myself in you, but growing with you.”
— Unknown
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“The best way I can love you is by not losing myself in you, but growing with you.”
— Unknown
Great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that bastards like me can keep creating art, become immortal. if you read this after I am dead it means I made it.
-Charles Bukowski
“Who the hell said you no longer had it in you?”
— Charles Bukowski
“If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”
— Mik Everett
“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.”
— Rumi
Is it true that we
hold the tightest
before we let go?
“Everybody I ever loved, I still love a little.”
— Marilyn Monroe to Hedda Hopper, 1961
watershed
the day broke, and I remain intact.
the quiet of the morning reverberates against my limbs
as I sit, fixed inside of a moment.
one moment of breath
repeating
undulating
cycling in and out of my body,
assuring me that I have arrived on the other side, safely.
shimmering light pours over me,
and I gaze at the particles of dust floating
dazily on the beams of sunshine surrounding me.
And I suspend my thoughts there with the dust,
not yet ready to move with time.
Not yet ready to begin the work of living each moment ahead of me without you.
© Whitney Botts, 2021
Spare Change
I’ve been carrying around this trauma like coins in my pocket.
I can hear them rattle with each step I take,
reminding me again and again
they’re ready to be spent.
© Whitney Botts 2021
Phantom
The primary color of midnight is shadow grey.
Illumination from the moon creates dark shapes
that turn trees into people,
and people into trees.
Shifting figures that seem to stretch, endlessly before me
and follow me
and watch me
as I step deeper and deeper into the colors of the night.
© Whitney Botts 2021
"....in poetry our motives are utterly similar to those who made cave paintings or petroglyphs, so that studying your own work of the past is to ruminate over artifacts, each on a signal, a remnant of a knot of perceptions that brings back to life who and what you were at that time, the past texture of what has to be termed as your 'soul life.'"
-Jim Harrison
“When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe inside your mouth.”
— Jodi Picoult (via quotemadness)
Typewriter Series #2941 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Years pass by like ticker tape, some scroll that tells our story, me the headline of wild passion, the flaming arc across a night sky, you the different kind of steady, the rock that holds despite the waters that smash against you.
I was the half that didn’t fit, not here, not where we began, you were the half that shines, the one that is deserved, though we lie to ourselves and call us unworthy.
This is the story that stands out, bold print on the scroll of our lives, you and I and the life we’ve carved out, this is the headline a decade in the making.
Tomorrow, I will wake as I’ve done three thousand some times, and before that brief forgetting fades, I will roll into you, find you sleeping, and breathe once again.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
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“It’s very strange that the people you love are often the people you’re most cruel to.”
— Kenneth Branagh (via quotemadness)
“If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.”
— Stephen Chbosky (via quotemadness)
“I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.”
— Franz Kafka (via quotemadness)