[youbeatupsmitty-blog]

Mayfest set to liven up Trinity Park

My first assignment

[wnq-writers]

If my words sound clumsy, you should know it’s because everything spilling out of my mouth has to wrestle past the “I love you” sitting on the tip of my tongue.

allymimosa (via wnq-writers)

[doodlesandpoetry]

“Dear hands-I know you love poetry, but you can’t bring a metaphor to a fist fight”-Rudy Francisco

[diversityandthemedia-blog]

It seems almost everyone is at risk today of tarnishing there reputation through some form of viral media outlet. While we tiptoe around, it’s hard to imagine the vast volumes of scrutiny faced by those who live under the all seeing eye of the media. Those whose life is solely dictated by the...

[alonesomes]

This is what I know: A tree is still a tree even if it is burning. God might not be real but also he might be, so, there’s that. Faith cannot be a person. Faith is often a person. Everyone I’ve ever kissed has been a mistake, and I am okay with that. My love is going to be a fist unclenching; honey being poured over a sharpened spear so that they can taste me in the wound. Gravel makes my skin look like a pathway. When I fall, I pretend I’m coming home. Bees are necessary. I meant for this to be something more poetic, but it’s just a list of facts. It is possible to love someone without losing yourself. The ocean is still largely unexplored. There is no way of proving that life doesn’t exist on other planets and in other universes. Hawaii is the only state in America that has its own language. How beautiful it is, to belong to something and still be your own.

Caitlyn Siehl, A List of Facts Dressed up as a Poem (via alonesomes)

[wnq-music]

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul…

Bob Dylan, “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right,” The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan (via wnq-music)

[wnq-writers]

i’m sick with poetry; i sweat words, i bleed meter, and every tear is a goddamn metaphor.

trashmonsters (via wnq-writers)

[imwritingpoems-deactivated20200]

Nobody can love you the way a poet can, I promise you that. They will love you with all of their hearts, and all of their words. They will write about you like they just saw you yesterday, even if it has been years since they last saw your face. And if you break their heart, they will write about it like the wound is still fresh, no matter how much time has gone by. But if you love a poet, if you love them right, they will write about you like you have sun spilling from your pores, and you will forget how it felt to be cold.

On loving a poet (m.o.w)

[diversityandthemedia-blog]

With the topic of race quickly heating up within the past year, a number of public and corporate efforts have arose with the intention of discouraging all forms of active and subtle racism to promote the essentiality of diversity. From violent and non-violent protests to viral college videos...

[stangewind-blog]

Growing Young

This San Francisco wind proves no path to make amends

I keep my nose clean..

..and I keep moving.

Through all this push and shove I can’t learn to lie for love

Its up to fate..

..and I hope it comes back my way.

- J.S.