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Frances Gearhart, Twilight, c.1930. Color block print on wove Japanese paper
did you guys see the poem from a couple of days ago in poetry dot org’s daily poem it was so good and a treat to read
been thinking about it since i read it
me, having deeply fallen out of the practice of writing poetry: I can’t write any more, I am now a Talentless Hack
the voice of my 11th grade journalism/12th grade creative writing teacher who rly did know everything: if you stop writing for a while the words will build up and stagnate. to clear the water, you will have to open the dam completely, and accept the fact that what initially comes out will not be palatable
This. This is so true. Starting again is more important than what you actually write. You are rusty. You’ll build up momentum again. All you need to do is start.
#faith has just dragged her hands across her face and gotten up off the bathroom floor#charity has just taken deep breaths after sending something serious but necessary#hope has had her face on the steering wheel of her parked car for the past ten minutes#and finally stands up to go in even though it's hard
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Of smoke and ash and tainted things
Smeared on the end of my fingers
Drawing lines of dark along my body
Tenderly tinged traces
Of charcoal and gold
For light shimmers in the dark of ash
And sun is blinding but for shadow
And tainted smears of smoke
Can only make me more beautiful
do you ever see the way someone moves their hands or the way they walk and fall in love?
Oh baby you make me wistful
Touching distance and yet how I miss you
A thousand miles, yet tucked into my heart
Will anyone look at me and see
A song worth singing
A beat and a melody
And maybe
A soul worth humming
“I have always loved too much, or not enough.”
— Dorianne Laux
understanding poetry is very simple. poems are good when they make you sit on your kitchen floor and scream
I want to tangle my fingers in your sweater
And pull you closer
To feel the warm rumble of your words
Pressing against me
After so long apart
I am desperate
Desperate
For the physicality of you
I miss the ache of loving
Miss the pain that went beyond my chest
And pinned me to the deep eternity
Of a love that reminds
Pain and pleasure intertwined
In a dance that stretches
To the end of time
I miss being bigger than all I am
I used to laugh so lightly
At everything and nothing at all
When did my laughter become a rarity?
And my joy a scarcity?
*shakes fist* I have never wanted to be held so bad ooooooooooh my god
Once upon a time
I had it all
I had bliss at my finger tips
Golden euphoria was mine
I wonder if anyone has ever looked at me
And seen someone lovely
I think that maybe I could be lovely
If only someone would let me
Be