#queenofpoetry

[stargazerinmoksha]

This is teacup13, please read this before you ask me where she is. I love her and this is her current poetry blog. So yes, here it is. Send her lots of asks about poetry, yes? No? Okay!

https://teaspirationss.tumblr.com/

[scribesandvibes]

We'd like to take a moment to wish our beloved icon and #queenofpoetry a Happy Birthday... Happy Birthday Ms. Phillis Wheatley! We celebrate you and your contributions to #AmericanPoetry. Thank you for walking in the footprints paved by #LucyTerryPrince and #JupiterHammon to open the door for #GeorgeMosesHorton and the vast array of #BlackPoets since forth. We thank you for giving birth to #AfricanAmericanLiterature and impregnating the world with #Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral. -#scribesandvibes | #therebirthofcool | #PhillisWheatley | #blackbard | #HappyBirthday ・・・ #vibewise: #BLACKWRITERSMATTER / #standingontheshouldersofgiants https://www.instagram.com/p/B_8abrKhOx2/?igshid=10t4h3o88dxv3

[stargazerinmoksha]

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your silence will lessen and your thoughts will be vibrant once again

your hands will write happy things once they are ready

to all of the uneasiness that sleeps with you

here’s a hug from me to you

unconditionally yours, always

[stargazerinmoksha]

you said that we have a hard time writing happy because we’re two hands too many when it comes to the clock and we point to the seconds with anxiety and fear that one day we’ll never get a chance to feel love, you said that we have a hard time adjusting to happiness because a part of us wants to stay sad as if depression had levels and we’re on the most difficult setting and we’re two inches away from the t.v, screen because we’re freaking out that if we looked away for a split second, the pit of darkness will have swallowed us alive and we’re allowed to breathe, but we’ll never live again. you said we have to remain hopeful because that’s all that we really have. in this one lifetime, we can’t lose hope. because the second that you do, it’s all over. i don’t really do prayers, but when i do, i always have a few spares for you. my heart personified, my soul anchored by the sea, my mind set free. you always cheer me up when i’m down. you once told me a story about a little girl who wrote poetry with her eyes while lost and alone— if i ever find myself questioning if life is worth the battle, all i’ll ever need to do is listen to your sensibilities. my heart mumbling and stuttering, but it’s going to be alright. i have hope. everything’s going to be just fine.

[stargazerinmoksha]

my favorite things

how you’ve been there since day one and i didn’t know if i should run or hide— you always told me to be me no matter what and that has always stuck with me even if i wanted to die from time to time

your kindness has no limit and i have learned that it’s far greater to show mercy than to grow cold

i know that we’re constantly plagued by depression and death is right around the corner— but as long as i’m here and trying to smile, everything is going to be alright

your heart beats twice so that others can feel nice and that says alot about you as a soul, as a person that i love

you’re a constant reminder that life is beautiful no matter how ugly it gets

and that’s nothing to cry about.

[stargazerinmoksha]

without you i wouldn’t be who i am today

[stargazerinmoksha]

I used to want to kill myself, but I think it's much better to learn how to love myself first.

let go

[stargazerinmoksha]

we can choose a lifetime of thoughts, but it won't change a thing. we happened to people and they happened to us. we can't unsee the flaws that ruptured into scars, some emotions stitched into a bitter memory-- this home does not feel like home, not like how it used to be with you. society has a strange way to destroy, it has a fucked up sense of humor. the more we try to control the world, the more we should realize that we've never been in control. it's okay to forgive, just don't forget. it's okay to smile a little too long today, it's just you in that mirror at the end of the day. it's been a fortnight since i've talked to you.

i guess that little kid inside of me still wishes that you were there