They asked ‘do you love her to death?’ I said ‘speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life
- Mahmoud Darwish
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They asked ‘do you love her to death?’ I said ‘speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life
- Mahmoud Darwish
There’s something about the rain
How it fights and cries
to reach the land
with the last of its blood
till it’s bosom dries
How it gives and gives and gives till gone
As it runs through me, I feel it all
Erika L. Sánchez, from “La Cueva”, Lessons on Expulsion
[text: Who is this in the mirror? Why won't you love me? Why won't you let me be?]
I wish you could see
Not every sun is meant to be
The light that guides you home
I wish you could feel
The midnight moon in your eyes
The stars that shine so bright
They are all the home you need
An excerpt from ‘Etcetera,’ by E.E. Cummings
I've lived a life, graying old, numb
This is what life had me become
When I tried to put on skin, not mine
It whispered,
“Colours are not meant for some”
you were more than just a dream
You were to me
The hushed prayers of cereus
whispered silently
To the moon
tears and pain,
“Oh look at me, I hurt”
And how the tulip shied away
in the face of love
Oh, the face of love
I can't breathe
Your memories too clustered, too clouded,
Too soon
I pull myself awake, you leave
my mind like the smoke
from the last of our cigarette.
Your lips stain the blood in my throat
I try, I try
I cry no more
Keith Haring Journals
Isa Rus
The blood runs dark in my veins
I wonder what weighs more
The sleep housed at the corners of my eyes
Or my pain drenched bones
Tomas Tranströmer, tr. by Robert Bly, from a poem titled “Track,”
I have but half a life...I have but a drop of breath...I wish I could find the line... between the voices in my ears and the silence in death...
Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes
— Natalie Diaz, Manhattan Is a Lenape Word
I wonder, if there's winter in your heart,
The long untrailed white curtains of snow,
curving down to your soul,
To that little, unknown hearth, where the fire's still burning, still.... Waiting, so long.
~ Courtney Peppernell
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“This is the year you begin. Slip into the sweet mud. Get dirty. Stay dirty. There is nothing to forgive”
— Jeremy Radin, ‘Pipe Organ Owl Mansion’ (via soracities)
“The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.” —Michel de Montaigne
Doubt, fear, anger, disappointment
"Tis you who I love", how the lie stings,
And my eyes betray all the hurt my tongue feels
It is okay to break, my love,
Sharp edges aren't meant for everyone