#twcpoet

[poetryinthedark]

Stars explode when our tongues touch

and the dust that lays in both of us

is scattered across the cosmos.

In our caskets and in the womb

constellations form from breath

a first and final exhalation,

nebula of imagination;

our only true connection

[chuckakot]

the moment you open yourself to someone, a story about you also unfolds; you manifest a character deep within you; you are yourself the actor; you will not end up being stagnant; you will eventually flow from your humble beginnings to a soulful one that drinks the river.

Chuck Akot, soulful o n e

[theprocast]

“Why do we lose ourselves in memories instead of living in our present?” “Because once upon a time, they were the happiest place we knew.”

Ranata Suzuki

[kiramalibu]

“i can’t say i lost you, because you and i both know that i didn’t have you. you got lost in what i offered. i got lost in what you should have been.”

kira malibu

[girlwithtomatoes]

[poetinthetallgrass]

64: Stagnation

There are no puddles without rain.

No action and the ground remains the same.

If I don’t want to go down this path.

I’m the only one that can change it.

[theinscrutableescapee]

bath drain

Nine o’clock bath

and I run

my fingers

on the steam’s

ashes

on the mirror

revealing

your

unvaccinated

velvet

daydreams.

My knees

glance out at

unsigned checks

stolen aspirin

spoiled milk

her lipstick’s shards

in your cheeks.

My skin skims

unsent postcards

one-way tickets

to the depths

of your mind

but I missed the flight

every time

I will continue to stare

at the sad

air vents

the antiseptic.

I will continue

to cut my hair

until I won’t feel

your fingertips

knocking

at the auburn 

curls

at the door

of the past

so

do your

lips 

do receipts?

© Margaux Emmanuel

[tellherium]

the first time we knew magic was the passenger seat of a honda civic on leather worn by 90s era parents i thought id bite your lip the way my teeth were chattering i thought youd fall in love the way you were advancing

how do you protect a girl when she wills her heart so willingly away out of her haven rib cage how do you protect her when its 12am and she is thrusting her bleeding love across the stick shift of a borrowed car to a boy who barely cares / barely cries / barely drives except to pick up a girl and touch her mouth he loves to whisper loveless nothings to a girl who cant tell the difference between loving and lusting.

— Mt // prompt: @fran-aaa