Whispers in Your Ear

What if we could only speak through poetry? Here's a different perspective on life.

[buttonpoetry]

“If you’ve never had a panic attack, there’s a good chance you’ve been an ass to someone who has.”

— Andrea Gibson, “Ode to the Public Panic Attack”

[buttonpoetry]

“We understood the many ways a mother’s shame can haunt a daughter’s body.”

— Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak 

[buttonpoetry]

“I’m always running late I’m always running I’m always trying to move time backwards & tell everyone that I love them.”

— Hanif Abdurraqib, from The Crown Ain’t Worth Much

[buttonpoetry]

“The words ‘I am’ are slowly transforming into ‘I used to be’ because every year, the past tense finds a larger house inside the neighborhood of my everyday vernacular.”

— Rudy Francisco, from Helium

[yruos]

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distortionly:

“that is the problem. if she wanted to dance i would let her wreck the furniture. if she wanted to cook i would let her burn down the house. and if she wanted to scream i would let her deafen me. I’ve never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but God, she could take me by the throat and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us.”

[never-ending-rumspringa]

Fuck that’s beautiful.

[place0fperfecti0n]

this, is art

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I seriously will always reblog this, damn

[buttonpoetry]

“i could, so easily, let my heart back inside this burning house.”

— Donte Collins, from Autopsy

[buttonpoetry]

“You want to grab the past and tear it from your body even if it takes your organs with it.”

— Andrea Gibson, from Lord of the Butterflies 

[buttonpoetry]

Ashlee Haze, “A Dream in Which I’m Present in My Own Body”. Watch Ashlee’s FULL POEM.     

[buttonpoetry]

“I stay quiet when he talks about hunting. I stay quiet when he talks about Muslims, immigrants, queers, as if I am not one of them. As if I am not all of them. As if my silence can buy me safety.”

—

A.M. Pressman, “One of the Good Ones”

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[meanwhilepoetry]

“If you leave her, make sure she’s not the love of your life. Otherwise you will meet her one day, on an autumn street, yellow leaves blowing about her, her arms full of her child and a happy marriage. And she will as you expectantly, her eyes gleaming, hoping you found happiness too, “What did you trade me for?” And you will not be able to answer. Because all you traded true love in for is empty hands and a half full life.”

— Nikita Gill

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[buttonpoetry]

From Melissa Lozada-Oliva’s powerful book, PELUDA.

[buttonpoetry]

Having an anxiety disorder is worrying a lot about worrying. It is forgetting how to swim while you are still on dry land.

Adrienne Novy - “Flotation Device” (Button Live)

[buttonpoetry]

You were afraid of the monster in your closet, and I was afraid it had already climbed into bed with us.

Kevin Kantor, “Honest Confessions on Letting Go” (CUPSI 2014)

Congratulations to Kevin Kantor on topping 500,000 views on this fantastic poem!

(via buttonpoetry)

[sicknare]

[buttonpoetry]

We say home, by which we mean body, by which we mean relearning all our absences, praying for survival even as we are going and gone already.

Maxine Wright - “Planned Obsolescence” (CUPSI 2015)

[buttonpoetry]

Let it linger on your tongue until you know exactly what it tastes like when somebody loves you.

Zedeka Poindexter - “Peach Cobbler” (via buttonpoetry)