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poetry blog; main is @bigmanbrick

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

I don't pay attention to the world ending. It has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.

– Nayyirah Waheed

[feral-ballad]

Kate Baer, from What Kind of Woman: Poems; “To take back a life”

[Text ID: “Pick up your heavy burdens and leave / them at the gate. I will hold the door for / you.”]

[feral-ballad]

Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “40”

[Text ID: “because sometimes it is easier to / write yourself out of the play / than to face another breakfast.”]

[placidhousee]

Luigi Ghirri, Brest, 1972

[firstfullmoon]

Pádraig Ó Tuama, “The Lifeline”

[havingapoemwithyou]

february & my love is in another state by José Olivarez

[goreprofonde]

- William Fargason, Cain.

[havingapoemwithyou]

i am not ready to die yet by Aracelis Girmay

[wovi]

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john murillo

[soracities]

Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (trans. Ibrahim Muhawi) [ID'd]

[lucidloving]

R.M. Rilke, The Man Watching // Euripides, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson) // Oscar Wilde // Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life // @bitsbyt3s // Mary MacLane, "January 20", The Story of Mary MacLane // Trista Mateer // see 4 // @kafk-a // Olivia Laing, "Loneliness: coping with the gap where friends used to be"

[havingapoemwithyou]

what they did yesterday afternoon by Warsan Shire

[weltenwellen]

Jasmin Lee Cori, The Emotionally Absent Mother: A Guide to Self-Healing and Getting the Love You Missed

[oyster-valley]

herakles - euripides (tr. anne carson) //  aaron o’hanlon

[icedteadrinker]

Limmy deleted best tweet of all time I'm so mad

[sheepcomposition]

I am the structure of a house.

A fire is brushing deep in my basement.

It scratches against the walls and squeals where I sit.

Every tremble I make, another beam falls.

I am an ever burning fire,

and soon I will be reduced to ash,

and a barely audible cry.

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, ‘i would leave me too if i could.’, from moony moonless sky.

[art acquired from pinterest]