Untitled but worth it

I write, translate & overfeel

[lostpoetessspace]

“If I don’t understand everything… how do I move?”

“If I can’t control feelings… how do I be free?”

[literaryvein]

L. V., writings from the waiting room

[literaryvein]

[literaryvein]

L. V., life after the epilogue

[goth-queen]

[maxxxjd008]

based on a true story

[mournfulroses]

Ada Limón, from "Against Breaking: On the Power of Poetry," originally published in April 2026

[lostpoetessspace]

I died whispering to the wind

how hard it was not to find you in it

When it touched my face

it came back hollow,

dry as splintered wood,

scraping against the skin

of my longing heart

And still,

that was where I searched for you

In the brief, breaking seconds

between leaving the world

and realizing

you were no longer here,

I felt the light swallow me,

and even within it,

I'll search for you again.

[literaryvein]

L. V., exhumed writings

[lostpoetessspace]

Longing for a home whose location you don’t know, you never entered, maybe you touched it, in a dream, or a gleam you once thought you could reach.

Deep inside a dark room,there’s the whole home, but you can’t see,you don’t know the steps,and you don’t really recall whether it was out there, or still here in you.

[lostpoetessspace]

تحت سماء الليل، أناديك،وكأن أيامي كلها ليل،فكل نهار أحس به وكأنه ظلام.لا تهمني الشموس، ولا يستشعرها جسدي؛

فقط ليل طويل، وحجارة تستقر على صدري،أتقلب ولا تنزاح عنه.أقف في شباك حجرتي، فلا تسقط منه.وكم تبدو النجوم ملهمة فوقي وحولي،كأنها تحتضنني بكل ما في، ولا تلمسني،

وكذلك يقترب كل شيء مني —دوما في محيطه — لكنه لا يعرف كيف هو جلدي،ولا أعرف حتى معنى أن أكون بهذا القرب منه،ونظل هكذا لأيام أو ربما شهور،دون شمس، دون دفء،دون من يُعلمنا كيف تستطيع النجوم أن تتآلف مع يدي،فأشعرها وتشعرني.

وأظل أناديك ،رغم انشغالي بمعضلة نجومي،وكيف أن عالمي بلا نهار،وأنني لا أنام،كلٌّ يصمت، وأظل أناديك.

[askyea-poesy]

Words are sacred. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones, in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.

Tom Stoppard

[anvael]

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[lostpoetessspace]

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[lostpoetessspace]

Sun twinkling on a hand,

Lying there with a flower,

Like it was calling my name.

I reached, and it all fit right away.

Then I heard the calling,

But it was from above,

Like an angel wanting me close.

“Look at me,”

said and obeyed

Like a crowded road, suddenly emptied,

Leaving nothing but us alone.

Did you look into my eyes,

Or were you already that near to my soul?

[yell0wmatch4]

"among those people you wanted to prove were terrible, was i one of them?"

You're like a sanctuary that i keep within my head, because i decided to keep you away from my hate.

In every kind of relationship i've had. I've never walked away first. The other person always left me. So, i thought maybe something was wrong with me. And since it was so painful to find a problem with myself. I made myself believe everyone else was the asshole

But i was determined from the moment i met you, that i wouldn't make anymore assholes in my life.

That i'd gladly let you fly away if you become a better person.

That i wouldn't be embarrassed even if you hit rock bottom.

That i'd only cheer you on from one person to another.

When i felt like i would hate you, i begged in my head,

"Please don't even let him catch a cold"

"Please don't let him suffer from a hangover"

- My Liberation Notes, Yeom Mi Jeong, Eps. 16

[lostpoetessspace]

Favorite conv

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Gordon Lameyer written c. July 1954, featured in Selected Letters