[lifeinpoetry]

i // am statuesque. no colour & grotesque. i am art, i tell myself. i am worthy to be looked at, especially this way. this is love. this is love. this is —

— Lahraeb Munir, from "mother medusa," published in Pigeon Publishing

[moderndaymystic]

Intimacy is not just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, staying up all night talking, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact and feeling each other without touching - it's exchanging energy

[thoughtcascades]

my fault i thought that we were soulmates

[phraz]

Texting is cool but what if we just drive to the beach, watch the sunset and talk about life?

[feral-ballad]

Rafael Alberti, tr. by Ben Belitt, from An Anthology of Spanish Poetry: From the Beginnings to the Present Day, Including Both Spain and Spanish America; "Paradise Lost"

[Text ID: “Across centuries / and the void of a world, / sleepless, I seek you.”]

[stay-close]

“I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.”

— Beau Taplin

[wren-anastazia]

I have about twenty tabs open,

And one is called ‘honey boy’

And another is ‘a letter to the boy I loved once,’

And another is the project

I couldn’t do because

I was crying last night,

I was falling last night,

Falling again.

In this tab,

We’re in a math tutorial online

and videos are mandatory so

It’s the first time I’ve

Seen your face since

School closed because of

The pandemic you promised

To protect me from,

And you’re playing

with your messy hair

And I’m falling again.

I’m remembering

what it was like to run

my hands through your hair

And press my lips on yours

And lace my fingers in

your soft willow ones,

Like puzzle pieces that

fit perfectly together,

And I’m falling again.

I’m looking in your eyes

And drowning Because

They’re the type of

stormy sea blue

I’d love to write a poem about,

But that’s her job now.

Even though I shouldn’t,

I’m remembering the way

You wrapped your

arms around me

And told me I was pretty

And smart and kind and

Perfect,

And I can’t help it,

I’m falling again.

I’m remembering the

way we put together a puzzle

In the back of this teachers class

last year and

the way you broke it apart

Just to tease me

And I’m thinking about

The way our broken edges

Fit together so perfectly.

Until they didn’t anymore.

And the pieces of the puzzle,

They fell to the floor,

Just like I did,

Just like I’m falling,

Falling,

Again.

falling again. (2020.12.10)

[manincaffeine]

[lemondropsandchimney]

My heart is the graveyard of my concealed feelings, for you. It is engraved with wounds; flooded with tears.

[shisasan]

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

[deviika]

Vincent Van Gogh // Clarice Lispector

[ghost-faces-deactivated20250916]

good boy but in the way you praise a hunting dog after you have it gore something

[ragewrites]

...Believe it or not, this poem is actually about how much I hate the paperwork involved in getting international shipments through Customs clearance.

[julianplum]

🌿 🌹 🌱 🥬 ✨ // nasturtiums // gouache on hot press paper

[artist-ellen]

Rapunzel

The first color attempt for Rapunzel. I went originally for a gold/purple color scheme but eventually tried a completely different direction with the palette. The inking took a long time, but the stone and hair texture result turned out well!

I am the artist! Do not post without permission & credit! Thank you! Come visit me over on: instagram.com/ellenartistic or tiktok: @ellenartistic

[firstfullmoon]

Christopher Citro, from “The Hay Out There and the Hay in You”

[flowerytale]

Wendy Cope, "From June to December: Summer Villanelle"