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mournfulroses · 4 months ago

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Linda Gregg, from a poem titled "The Defeated," featured in Too Bright to See: Poems

#lit #linda gregg #poetry #words #ahhh #the defeated #typography #it was like being alive twice #too bright to see: poems #p

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alienoresimagines · 5 months ago

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*In a College AU* Bucky: Come on, I wasn't that drunk! Buck: You tried to color my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Bucky: Because you are!

#buck : blushes bright red #i need bucky to start waxing poetry to gale when he's drunk #just #all restraints gone #and he just showers buck with affection #not because he's drunk but because he's just freeer with his affections that way #he remembers everything the day after #it only was embarrassing when he was trying to hide his crush from buck and he kept on pushing his luck with the praises and harmless touch #but the only thing stronger than bucky's crush was gale's self esteem issue so nothing happened because "surely he doesn't mean it like tha #i need to stop writing fic prompts in the tag and actually write them #clegan #buck x bucky #john egan #bucky egan #gale cleven #buck cleven #mota #masters of the air #mota incorrect quotes

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remcocoa · 8 months ago

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"On Loving" by Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. Sholeh Wolpé

#listen. LISTEN.#tadej just. he just never stops talking about jonas and how much he enjoys that rivalry and how much he wants it to continue #and it makes me a bit emotional every. single. time.#not pictured: tadej saying that he and jonas have “a bright future” and how that makes them “sound like a couple”#cycling poetry #tadej pogacar #jonas vingegaard #tadejonas #pogagaard

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esoterichermetic · 3 months ago

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(paula)

It’s been twelve years since I’ve set foot on this sacred ground The best days of my life were spent here Amounting, in total, to just about a year I walk up from the road, see you smoking a cigarette There in your truck, not a day has passed.

“Our son is in the box” shatters my halcyon The lid is the color of your eyes. “Do you wanna see him?” You tell me that you’ve got plans And our boy will be remembered I don’t want to see, I think it will break me But I’m so proud of you He got his eyes from you And his adoration of you from me

Cool Novembers in your treehouse, our hideaway Almost like That 70s Show Directed by Wes Anderson Written by Quentin Tarantino A little space heater in the corner Multi-colored throw rug on the floor Gods of chaos and creation reside here

I don’t remember the first time I made love But I remember holding you there on that rug Looking into your eyes And I’ve been lost since vessel adrift in a sea of cerulean Any illusion of grandiosity I had crumbled to ash “The neighbors complained, we had to tear it down” Repurposed lumber has the potential to create Or rot next to the pool

You invited me to swim one august “Which bikini looks better? Black or red?” I said black, you picked red Red looked better Water almost as soft as your touch, slowly rolling against my chest Pulse pounding in my eardrums While you kiss me Your hand on the back of my neck And in my shorts Mine on your cheek and hips

This is heaven

I found myself damned when once again Streams of reality came through The plastic sheeting pretending To be a sliding glass door “The house settled and the glass just broke one night. No one knew it was under that much stress” One must be aware by now Long term settling often leads to some kind of break

But metaphor was never my fortè So to drive the point home I broke my ring finger just before leaving.

Does life imitate art?

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paperconsumption · 5 months ago

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really awesome bookstore haul today

#i’ve been looking for this beowulf translation for MONTHS #website said it was in stock but the poetry section of my b&n is. so bad.#i searched for like 30 minutes before spotting it #the bright blue was helpful

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woundgallery · 1 year ago

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Peter Gizzi

#peter gizzi #poetry #was it white like heaven or dark like space #was it bright like god or ace black spades #favorite poetry #texture

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malaisequotes · 1 year ago

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“We talked for a long time, grocery bags empty on the chair, and we both talked about moving to someplace like Montana and how sometimes it would be nice to see more sky than just this little square between the bridges and buildings.”

Some Place Like Montana by Ada Limón

#Some Place Like Montana #Ada Limón #Quote #Poetry #Bright Dead Things

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euesworld · 2 years ago

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"You are like the sun, you consume my days in your beautiful rays.. and I can do nothing but see your lovely light. Beautiful some would say, but I say that you are a goddess.. what light beams from your smile could warm the heart like a billion stars burning bright."

You are everything amazing - eUë

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dockaspbrak · 10 months ago

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you know, i dont know a single other person i could tell about this dmitri thing except my girlfriend and i basically just reeled her to opera after a lot of "no no its ok its not that serious its just pretty soap opera plotlines its nice its silly dont take it that seriously" for awhile ughguhtorroijg honestly its a shame im sorry if it seems pretentious i assure you its really not something im proud of liking i just think its silly and fun. like games youd play as a kid but if theres x100 the drama and a soundtrack made just for it. affairs and murders....i wish it was less held up as fancy and unreachable literally anyone could like it you dont need a degree or anything

#ive read fanfics more complicated than opera plots #alas......maybe i could talk my dad into it? no he barely wants to talk to me anyway #people who really like poetry probably get the feeling like. maybe its how earnest and emotional it is thats off putting #idk im clearly having some kind of weird feelings about this #personal #opera #shakespeare too shouldnt be perceived as so high and mighty to like but yet it is....even as english majors there was this cock of a girl #who was bragging about reading othello in middle school....like girl who cares but you definitely didnt understand it? no self awareness #fucking asshole god im so glad i never have to speak to her again she was the worst. had those black eyes like a doll and bright pale skin

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milktearosethorn · 2 years ago

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c!niki has one of the most stunning character arcs/transformations on the dream smp and i love art that depicts her development over time with her hair changing like it's so beautiful

#c!niki #c!nihachu #dsmp #like she was so full of brightness and hope only for it to be taken away by trauma and war #but then she found herself and learned to be happy again and i just ;_;#and the art just brings out the poetry of it

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candles-inthewoods · 1 year ago

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“These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.”

― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

#poetry #/love moderately and love long because loving too quickly won't make love really arrive(?)/ thats my interpretation of the last 2 lines #but irrelevant! we want our love to ruin us and not only take hold of us but also take us quickly. we barely feel it's sting until too late #or rather we just feel EVERYTHING in a love like that all at once. painful and bright and killing me in with its sheer intensity.

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saschirmations · 1 year ago

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