#writings for winter

[yellowwwa]

“Part of me wants to be seven and careless.

Part of me wants to be back in your bed.

Part of me wants to be forty and settled.

Part of me wants to be dead.”

[solenelmar]

an incomplete list of poetry quotes i can’t ever forget about, pt. 5

(pts. 1, 2, 3 & 4)

·”Honey, you’re a goddamn wildfire / You choose who you burn.” from “Mama”, Fortesa Latifi.

·”There are moments from then, from being younger and in such a state of depression, that I blamed it all on the seasons — on the changing of the leaves [...] This was a year where I found myself in so many ways that I can no longer count on both hands the ways I’m no longer who I used to be.” from Shinji Moon’s writing.

·”1. The Girl Who Takes Up Too Much Space, always, her shoulders too wide in stairwells, her hips too big in doorways, her voice too loud in classes. This woman does not understand the art of crumbling [...]” from “Ten Women I Have Been Warned Against Becoming”, r.i.d.

·”This is for the first time I heard the word, ‘heteronormative’ and felt like I was handed a corkscrew after years of opening the bottle with my teeth.” from “Confessions of an Uneducated Queer”, Lauren Zuniga.

·”1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.” from “For unhappy girls who like sitting in the sun”, h.f.j.

·”today my professor told me / every cell in our entire body / is destroyed and replaced / every seven years. // how comforting it is to know / one day i will have a body / you will have never touched.” from Brett Elizabeth Jenkens’ writing.

·”1. Because I wasn’t trained as a lifeguard and what good will come of us both drowning? I keep pointing you to the shore, but you never make your way towards it.” from “none of the reasons I left are because I stopped loving you”, anne.

·”You’re not my first love but you’re / the first I’ve loved like this. I / wonder if everything before you / was just practice, like stretching / my arms out so I could hold you / better.” from “it was all building up to this”,  anne.

·”This is what I do with the mouth of loneliness when it wants more and more / but I run out of things to feed it: / Suck the juice from lemons until I can no longer tell the difference [...]” from “The Ghost of Loneliness”, Meggie Royer.

·”Honey, show me some more skin. / Honey, let me in. / I am the wound and you are the salt, but you hurt so good.” from “Honey (Or Things Men Told Us When They Were Too Afraid of Saying I Love You)”, Meggie Royer.

·”In the kitchen, my hands speak before the rest of my body does. / This is what I do- feed the mouth of loneliness / until it combusts into flames.” from “You Always Get Drunk Before Saying You Love Me”, Meggie Royer.

·”Sometimes your body feels like a sunrise that hasn’t started / making its way out of the sky yet, but I promise you / that every ray of sun has to start somewhere, / even buried in the ground with the dirt and the insects, / so deep someone has to dig it out. / But someday someone is going to buy 20,000 shovels / and every single one is gonna be for you [...]” from “letter to my future daughter when she wants to kill herself”, Meggie Royer.

[solenelmar]

i purchased one of Meggie Royer’s (@writingsforwinter) poetry books, Healing Old Wounds With New Stitches, & i felt so much hope in my heart when i got home to it. thank you Meggie for writing survival, for writing healing, for writing hope to us. your words have kept me company through years of recovery & relapse. now it’s your book itself that will keep me company through this neverending journey of getting better at being alive.

[concienciaportucuerpo-blog]

Meggie Royer @writingsforwinter recommends the poet Brynn Saito  + shares a poetry stanza of hers for #NosotrasEscribimos

Here’s the transcription for Meggie Royer’s poetry stanza:

“Two years ago when my hair was at its longest

you told me you’d braid all the stars into it one day if you had

the chance; now it’s cropped close to my neck.

Today is spring-cleaning day.

I leave the box on my front doorstep for the mail carrier to handle,

double-wrapped in thick packing tape, your address scrawled

on the upper-righthand label. When you open it,

the strands will sift to the floor like snow.”

Keep reading + sharing!

[solenelmar]

an incomplete list of poetry quotes i can’t ever forget about, pt. 2:

(pt. 1)

·”Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, / you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.” from “Kindness”, Naomi Shihab Nye.

·”Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” from Rumi’s poetry.

·”The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; / Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun” from “Funeral Blues”, W.H. Auden.

·”If flowers can / teach themselves / how to bloom after / winter passes, / so can you.” from “Springtime”, Noor Shirazie.

“At thirteen you are all hips and ripening breasts, with eyes like postcards / of the only ocean you’ve ever visited.” from “A History of Falling in Love”, Meggie Royer.

·”One day, you’re going to / stop leaving the door open / for people who only know how / to keep leaving.” from “We’re All Still Learning”, Yasmin Z. (@heartcountry).

·”Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.” from Kait Rokowski’s writing.

·”And how the only person you’ve ever loved / looks at you like your chest is full of broken windows / and they want to dive through each one / and find the parts of yourself you’ve left covered in shards of glass” from “The First Time Sleeping Together”, Meggie Royer.

·”You are a / hurricane of / a girl [...] do not drown / within your / own storm.” from “i think i saw you smile once”, Emma Bleker.

·”I hope one day / Your human body / Is not a jail cell, / Instead it’s a sunny / 2pm garden with daisies / Thriving because of / Self love.” from “you deserve better”, Alexa Evangelista.

·”if i could say anything to my future daughter, / it would be this: / you’ll be the girl that walks through the graveyard / just to feel the bodies moving underneath you, / & you’ll want to touch a man like that. / so you take ghosts home and let them into your bed / after checking under it / for monsters.” from “graveyard girl”, Meggie Royer.

[sirlagsalotzzz]

I realized this morning after finishing a book  you're the only one I've ever truly been in love with.  I just wish you cold have stayed in love with me while I healed, because I'm so beautiful and strong and looking for love, but you're nowhere to be found.

Z.M.  “Unrequited”

Link to the book that hit me: “Unrequited” by Meggie Royer X

[cinnamonconversations]

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[theunlickedcub]

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