What can be explained is not poetry. - W.B. Yeats

[chuckakot]

“It was sad and strange to think that the only constellations in my skies were coming from the debris of your love; all what resided on those stars that emitted light and darkness; it was not dying but rejoined in the tears of your eyes.”

— Chuck Akot, “Tears of your e y e s.”

[savage-words]

Why do you think writers isolate themselves? Why do you think painters finish most their projects on their knees? Art hurts. It cuts and bleeds and demands to be felt to the fullest extent. But when you surrender to it, that’s when beauty arises from the remnants. That’s when you can drown yourself in nights of forgetting and reckless abandon. But until then, let it hurt and remember what will come of this pain.

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written and submitted by @abbyharris578

[poetbitesback]

“some people are only pretending to be trees when really they are house ferns with roots that will never reach the edge of their pots, branches that never aim to touch the sun or the sky. and it is a shame the way they have gone stagnant, the way that they assume you will remain always as you are, too. but you are wild, bold, ever-chaning and the ceramic that held you cracked a long time ago- your roots do not remember how to hold a boundary, you branches know the love of every cloud overhead. sometimes, when the moon is out and you don’t have to stretch so far you can see them all crowded together just as they were, but they can’t look up at you. they don’t know how to change their views.”

— potted plants || O.L. (via poetbitesback)

[theprocast]

my mind is an ocean

and it always

had a way

of coming

back to

you

Kai Masa // back to you

[polykowiak]

“I’ll be with him in all his gardens.”

— Mirabai, from tr. by Robert Bly, from The Winged Energy of Delight; “No One Knows my Invisible Life,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[poetbitesback]

“take off your armor, crawl into bed bare and fall into a kinder tomorrow. you’ll still wake up with your name- no one will take it, no one will take you.”

— the moon will watch over you || O.L.

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life.”

—

Junot Díaz

[poetbitesback]

“lets not make this a cliche, this isn’t about a boy and a girl  who aren’t going to make it and this isn’t  another damn love poem, you fall through air and I am writing in the waves

sinking implies that an action is actively occurring  but this ship is at the bottom of the sea and there are sharks swimming through the cabins where  the steadfast captain used to sleep 

ships are women for a reason, She was never meant to house so many bodies, so unwelcome  Her sails were meant for a light sea breeze but the storms She suffered were much stronger  and in the end it sunk Her to the seabed 

a bed She did not make but knew too well, sand slotting between Her planks- this won’t be a retrieval or revival, story- do you know how much it costs  to salvage a sunken ship? 

more than She was worth at the start.”

- wreckage || O.L.

[poetbitesback]

“the air is buzzing like a neon sign to distract us from the angel wings that cover the ground. we are all sinners here and no sound or sight will let us forget it.”

- where did your wings fall? || O.L.

[xnchant]

“don’t get too close;i’ll turn you intopoetry.”

— Orion Carloto (via evoqative)

[poetbitesback]

she looks like she was born for this an achy existence  all heavy breathing  trying to keep lungs inflated, keep herself afloat- oh, but Hades designed her for this.

his only creation, a girl left to walk above. there is little wonder as to why she always feels as though she is being pulled down, deeper into the pits of a world  she regrets to know and wishes to forget because the underworld  may not be a prison but the memories  of all that death are

isn’t it heroic?  a mortal who made it out and she looks like she was made for it: the gods have always loved to place a cursed weight  upon shoulders that seem like they can take it

- a myth of the girl I left behind || O.L.

[meanwhilepoetry]

“Atlas wanted to learn what women would have to endure. So he lifted the earth on his shoulders and kept it there for an eternity.”

— Nikita Gill, Atlas

[poems-of-madness]

“I dream of other yous. When I got aloof dreams, know that you have lost all hundred hearts of mine. I dream of red roses and other yous. I sit and wait for you with love spilling out of my eyes. And I keep dreaming of another version of you. Even when I touch you, the dreams are hunting me. I have given up veins for you, bloody and blue, violet and dark. I would take my perfume and run away to a place as extravagant as me. And you will never find me again. And you will dream of the exactness of me. I fill this whole world, and when I dream I take everything from you.”

— #5 from The Essays by Royla Asghar  (via poems-of-madness)

[lifeinpoetry]

“Girl, you need to get out of this jagged dreamscape, this forest. / Set the tree on fire, the earth on fire, yourself, everything.”

— Alexis Bates & Logan February, from “5 Second Rule” published in |tap|

[theprocast]

I’m free to wander the corners of the earth, but you are the only place I have any desire to see

Nicholas A Browne  (via theprocast)

[coral]

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

Charles Bukowski (via flame)

[hazyaffection]

Water’s adhesive is bigger than its cohesive which mean they love to stay close to particle that’s not their own thats why they fall all over the place when the rain hit the ground harshly Oil, on the other hand, have its cohesive bigger that’s why they stay together through friction I’m trying to make my cohesive bigger because fuck, most part of me still wanted to stick next to you

owlandowly // and all your particle wanted to stay next to her (via hazyaffection)