test.

[dog-teeth]

margaret atwood / rumi / s. osborn

[sunhazeys]

u ever wake up from a dream like “damn i guess i’m not coping with THAT as well as i thought i was”

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.” - Fernando Pessoa

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

power politics poems, margaret atwood [ID: “my hands don’t reach you” end ID]

[dirbyagnesvarda]

When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities, Chen Chen

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.” - Kait Rokowski

[uncristalitoroto]

nara, alt-j c. 2014

[daloochblog]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Federico García Lorca, tr. by Sarah Arvio, from Selections; “Song of November and April,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am strong, in spite of being childish and weak now and then.

Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; “The Bee Meeting,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Take your restless heart to the restless sea,

Aline Kilmer, from The Muse Strikes Back: Poems; “Light Lover,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[bestofgentleearth]

[weltenwellen]

And I, light-eater, light-loving.

Natalie Diaz, from “Skin-Light” (via weltenwellen)

[anthenia]

― C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“How much honey can the heart stand, I wonder, before it must break?”

— Mary Oliver, from Devotions: Selected Poems; “The Softest of Mornings,”

[oofpoetry]

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.

Mary Oliver, from “Starlings in Winter” (via oofpoetry)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Her solitude; her solemn rosary solitude,”

— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “I Am Nothing,”