poetry in motion

cut me open and watch the sadness drain out of me

[lovingregs]

I ache for the opportunity to be better; I am waiting for the perfect moment. Maybe it'll be a sunny day or perhaps I'll feel it in the wind. I itch for motivation to reach my bones and give me the strength to fulfill every promise I made. If the stars would just align, if I could just get rid of this headache, I know I could use all this potential to be a girl who doesn't flinch at the big world.

[haleyincarnate]

Writing by Makenzie Campbell

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao

[collapsing-bridges]

La Dispute // Nobody, Not Even The Rain

[neckkiss]

Daily quote,lol

[regganlynn]

[metamorphesque]

What do you call the animal that, finding the hunter, offers itself to be eaten? A martyr? A weakling? | Ocean Vuong

1. Richard Siken | 2. Nickie Zimov | 3. Natalie Diaz | 4. Malcolm T Liepke | 5. Franz Kafka | 6. Ron Hicks | 7. Ada Limón | 8. Peter Wever | 9. Emma Lister | 10. Nickie Zimov | 11. Joy Ladin | 12. Jen Mazza | 13. Ocean Vuong

[lovingregs]

(regganlynn)

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“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”

— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years (via crowsummer)

[skywitchmaja]

i’m 12 years old i’m 64 i’m over caffeinated im day drinking i’m taking two ibuprofen i’m on the brink of tears i’m staring into space i’m having a breakdown i’m mentally ill im doing pretty well actually! i’m the main character i’m a vermeer painting i’m a haunted doll

[londonfromparis]

Everything was always surface level. No deep feelings. No falling in love. These are the unofficial rules. A relationship, but never any commitment. A formula always destined for failure. So, who hurt the other first? Was it me and my recklessness? Or was you, and your inability to care about anything or anyone deeply? I don’t know if we can pinpoint it. The moment we messed up was when one of us tried to dig below the surface. To define whatever it was between us, instead of leaving it as is. As they say, don’t rock the boat.

[lovingregs]

“youre just hurting sweetheart its ok”

a small laugh escapes my mouth, nothing is okay at all.

you took the very best pieces of me and twisted them in the worst ways, leaving me an ugly mess.

i was born for love, made with a heart of gold, but you have lead me to question the very existence of love itself.

manipulation at its finest, a game you love to play.

i’ll bathe in regret, wondering what i was thinking, i shouldve left you alone.

time heals on wounds, but how long will this take?

[stlowens]

Mary Oliver, from “Black Oaks.”

[spilledinkandtears]

“‪I’ve been to this place before. I’ve felt this pain before. I know because the cracks on the walls of this black hole feel all too familiar. Why does it hurt more though? Shouldn’t it hurt less as I’ve experienced it before? Why haven’t I grown a tolerance for this pain? Why haven’t I learned anything? How did I end up here again ‬”

— Like a moth that is always flying into the flame.(via @spilledinkandtears)

[schuylerpeck]

anger holds my face in its hands

schuyler peck / instagram: hiitssky / facebook

[regganlynn]

clenching my teeth, i tell myself that your actions aren’t a reflection of your feelings.

“he loves you, he loves you.” i tell myself as tears stream down my face.

when the thoughts dont stop, my stomach begins to twist, i start to wonder if i’m gonna make it.

they tell me of all the girls you’ve been with since the last time i was with you, i cringe at the thought of the one boy i’ve kissed since then, and how i couldn’t stop crying after.

“it’s a part of the process” my angels whisper, but how can it hurt this bad if this is how it’s supposed to be?

in the stars our story is written, it is clear that you are mine.

so why are you trying so hard to pull away, why are you trying so hard to push me to my limit?

(regan braden)

[vomitingwords]

"There are a lot of people who read me, but understand me differently." she stared at him, her eyes sad but she's smiling. She looked far ahead, then she continued, "And I couldn't make all of them see me, the way I always wanted to be. But...you see, I already made myself believe, that's totally fine. I guess, that's just real life." there's a long second of silence before she finally uttered, "I thought that maybe, even though I couldn't accept it, it's perfectly okay to know that including you, I'm just not everyone's favorite kind of book."

would you keep me if i was her? // ma.c.a