unearth my skin

"And that's the problem with people who mean what they say, they think everyone else does too"

[wnq-writers]

You asked for a flower, I gave you dirt, you gave it back, you didn’t want the work.

jaedynrenai98  (via wordsnquotes)

[shinji--moon-deactivated2017123]

If a man once loved you, he’s turned you into a moth. That’s how he’ll remember the flutter: that numinous, that beating, that winged. Angels and moths: that’s who men love. But I don’t recollect like that. I don’t think I ever loved that gently. And I’ve never flown toward a burning house, hoping, maybe my faith lay in that single thing left, in that smoldering filigree. I never reminisce a sorrow that delicately shaped. But sometimes I feel someone remembering me that way: translucent, crazy, awake only at night. He’s regretting his fingertips were not wide or soft enough. He’s mourning me now. He’s imagining me eating away at someone else’s light. And that’s perfect. That’s exactly how he always wanted to love me. My wings, my hair-like antennae hanging; my frenulum between his forefinger and his thumb.

Olena Kalytiak Davis, “Angels and Moths,” from And Her Soul Out of Nothing (University of Wisconsin Press, 1994)

[habibanasr]

When it’s over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.

stuff that took me a while to understand #3 (via pressing)

[lifeinpoetry]

She pins you to hotel doors— not a goddess anymore, but she still looks like religion in high heels. She kisses you godless. Whispers,We dress like princesses to go out and kill kings.

Ashe Vernon, from “Old World Gods,” Wrong Side of a Fistfight (via lifeinpoetry)

[dephus]

Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t.

Rudy Akbarian (via ohteenscanrelate)

[apoetreflects]

Here is the topography of false starts. Here a whole constellation is lousy with desire. Here what passes for love is the same as anywhere. Here no one has said a prayer for the stars, and here no one comes, except to leave, except to stay long enough to bruise.

Paul Guest, from “The Report from Home,” in The Resurrection of the Body and the Ruin of the World: Poems (New Issues Press, 2003)  (via 5000letters)

[sunthetika]

I know it’s selfish, but I hope you won’t be able to breathe without me.

I want you to need me. (via classically-incomplete)

[biyahonthemoon]

Protect your soul from the world.

Nabiyah  (via al-mousawiq8)

[virgin-on-acid]

[limitlessplaylist]

Visit Original Link

Give me one good reason Why I should never make a change Baby if you hold me Then all of this will go away

[theworldismadeofwords]

I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you, I swear to god that’s how they make stars.

Mary Lambert "Sarasvati" (via theworldismadeofwords)

[karina-padilla]

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

Richard Siken, Crush (via alunaes)

[nizariat]

Then I need to rearrange my heartbeats every time after I talk to you.

(via nizariat)

[5000letters]

Kisses like poetry, like writing sonnets, quatrains, cinquains free verse desire Kisses like ballads, your tongue on the roof of my mouth. Tell me you love me quietly, tell me you’re turning me into a song. let’s bump teeth. That’s how I want it.

Azra.T., “Free verse desire”  (via 5000letters)

[pelares]

And if my heart could amount to anything else it would be the sky, just as vast, just as blue, changing with the night.

watching the sunset, Mina B

[pelares]

watch the flakes of your skin peel off as you embrace this new year with a fresh blanket of being. breathe in your smiles, love your soul and know that there is always room for change. let this change be wield as a sword, fight away obstacles and those who throw you off your goals. it is your life, your year, do any small, stupid thing which lightens your heart. wave away/forget/abandon the hurt of yesterday, the past year, but live in all that you learnt. carry it with you. a backpack for your journey 

[viperslang]

Trust the heartache

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