May 2012
10 posts
John Donne, 'Song'
SWEETEST love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me ; But since that I At the last must part, ‘tis best, Thus to use myself in jest By feigned deaths to die. Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here to-day ; He hath no desire nor sense, Nor half so short a way ; Then fear not me, But...
WHEN MY MOM ASKS HOW MY FINALS ARE GOING
howdoiputthisgently:
I TELL HER IT’S LIKE
AND THEN I SAY:
“At the end of the day, all of the people that were rooting for me to fail, they...”
– LeBron James
April 2012
13 posts
“You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:...”
– Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their...
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'Because', Linda Pastan
Because the night you asked me, the small scar of the quarter moon had healed - the moon was whole again; because life seemed so short; because life stretched out before me like the halls of a nightmare; because I knew exactly what I wanted; because I knew exactly nothing; because I shed my childhood with my clothes - they both had years of wear in them; because your eyes were darker than my...
“It took me nearly a year to get here. It wasn’t so hard to cross that street...”
– My Blueberry Nights (via thresca)
“Either you have your dreams or you live your dreams.”
– Zoe Koplowitz (via yourstrulylp)
March 2012
5 posts
February 2012
17 posts
Sierra DeMulder, 'At First Sight'
When she stops kissing you with her mouth open, find the screw driver.
Buy a newly cut shank of beef. Leave so much blood in the kitchen she has to ask what happened.
When she no longer calls you baby, hide all the silverware between the couch cushions.
Send her there to sleep. If she does not complain, let the sinks in the bathroom overflow.
Bake the wedding photos in the dryer. Stand in...
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“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...”
– Charles Bukowski (via skin-n-bones)
Marty McConnell, Survival Poem #17
Because this is what you do. get up. blame the liquor for the heaviness. call in late to work. go to the couch because the bed is too empty. watch people scream about love on Jerry Springer. count the ways it could be worse. it could be last week when the missing got so big you wrote him a letter and sent it. it could be yesterday, no work to go to, whole day looming. it could be last month or the...
“nobody can save you but
yourself.
you will be put again and again
into nearly...”
– sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems - Charles Bukowski (via spiritd3sire)
“Undress. Take off your clothes. Take off your body. Hang them up behind the...”
– Jeanette Winterson, The PowerBook (via helplesslyamazed)
“I often repeat myself
And the second time’s a lie
I love you
I love you
See...”
– Andrea Gibson (via loveyourchaos)
January 2012
7 posts
Fact:
Common Misconception #1: I don’t love you.