The Loss of Poetry

Freelancer. Poet. Ghostwriter. Human.

[american-darkness]

“Black is the color of descent. Black is a promise that you will soon know something you did not know before.”

— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype. (via xshayarsha)

[lovecrumbss]

James Baldwin talking about love

[mortalityplays]

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

[havingapoemwithyou]

I know what i love by Jericho Brown

[mooneyedandglowing]

Baby Queen - Word Vomit (Official Visualiser)

Guess I'm not really the poet you were hoping to meet

[havingapoemwithyou]

Nocturne by Frank O’Hara

[theoptia]

Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters of Friedrich Nietzsche

[rorronoa]

[mooneyedandglowing]

I'm Jealous

Hi, Jealous. I'm Dad.

[mooneyedandglowing]

off topic, but when he refers to himself as your boyfriend for the first time:

[mournfulroses]

Jaime Sabines, from a poem titled "You Have What I Look For," featured in Love Is Like The Lion's Tooth: An Anthology of Love Poems

[shisasan]

June 15, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[havingapoemwithyou]

Nocturne by Frank O’Hara

[mooneyedandglowing]

Oliver Tree - Life Goes On [Music Video]

[mooneyedandglowing]

Angry, sad, + a bit in shock over Oliver Tree's passing. Just an absolutely incredible artist who was very important to me. Saw him twice in the last three years + was looking at seeing him again for his new tour. I just can't believe it.

The world is truly a little less bright now that he won't be making music anymore.

[horsesarecreatures]

Irish Cobs

[lifeinpoetry]

Clouds floating by dividing up the sky among themselves open my heart’s door and put your wrists in Your fists pounding the sky Electric static rain shower, free fall

— Kim Hyesoon, from "Map," The Hell of That Star, tr. Cindy Juyoung Ok