poetryard

previously @/autopicvision here

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Parodos”, Poems 1962-2012

[blackcontemporaryart]

“That’s the best thing about language: every time you use a word you are summoning so many other things—all the times that word has ever been used. I know this sounds a little psychedelic, but maybe I have an ancestor one hundred years ago who used this word that I choose to write now. What does it mean that everything that we are writing is recycled? Words are full of ghosts. Poetry is full of ghosts.”

— Morgan Parker

[loveridden1999]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— octobersfilm on substack (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[ariaiscursed]

[paper-wounds]

[mournfulroses]

María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[itssquidbian]

feminist retelling shoulsnt be the woman does some girlboss shit femist retelling is she does the same stuff except u actually give a shit abt her perspective and thoughts and feelings as a human being this time

[petaltexturedskies]

Katherine Mansfield, in a diary entry dated 14 October 1922, from Letters and Journals of Katherine Mansfield

[mournfulroses]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends

[poetryard]

Love, you are not yet ready for the kind of love I have in my heart.

Sneha Soni

[metamorphesque]

'things there are no words for, but should be', tatheve simonyan

[iced-coffee-chronicles]

can someone recommend some beginner normal behaviors for someone looking to become normal

[feral-ballad]

Sandra Cisneros, from Loose Woman: Poems; "Little Clown, My Heart,"

[paper-fairy]

Edgar Allan Poe, The Murders in the Rue Morgue

[poetryard]

I want to not be reduced to one i.

I want to be as many i as I can be.

But can this world allow so?

Can an i be plural?

Can it be followed by a full stop?

– Sneha Soni

[poetryard]

Today in a nightmare,

I was haunted by ghosts.

And I had someone who loved me,

someone with crooked teeth

and warmth in his eyes.

I went to the ghosts;

I accepted their invitation

to haunt me,

and you came along with me.

You followed me despite knowing

these ghosts are mine.

They haunt me because i cower,

yet you held my hand.

But you were getting scared.

These ghosts started mocking you

the way they do with me,

and i wanted to protect you.

So I let you vanish,

for you were another ghost

who loved me.

– Sneha Soni