#connection poem

[slut4poets]

Disconnected

Why do you put your headphones on

Do you not feel like you belong?

I want to talk but you seem to recluse

I know that you’re used to being used

I just don’t want you to be confused

Are my intentions not clear enough or

Does this generation need more love?

Connecting seems so hard

When phones do the job, what’s left of humanity?

Can anyone really see what I mean?

Online, but disconnected from real life

[potatoesandsunshine]

everything u need to know about me can actually be explained by the fact that i read that poem about the serving girl wearing the pearls so they're warm for her mistress when i was like 11 and it rewrote my brain chemistry forever

like this Changed Me

[grendel-menz]

I feel bad for being upset with my body and autoimmune disease

[asoftepiloguemylove]

A QUIET LIFE WITH YOU // ON DOMESTICITY

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert // 呪術廻戦 Jujutsu Kaisen (2018-) cr. Gege Akutami

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

A poem written by Marcellus Williams about Palestine.

Despite DNA evidence proving his innocence, he was executed on September 24, 2024.

[iambrillyant]

“honor the friendships that allow you to pick up from where you last left off, regardless of how long it’s been since you connected. the friendships that survive hiatuses, silences and space. those are the connections that never die.”

— iambrillyant

[cerleansky]

My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.

People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.

Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.

It's all about connection, friends.

[thepathetickind]

a thorn in my chest - perhaps I was the one who put it there,

by laurenmaerie, ‘to keep a piece’

[existingillusion]

Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

[thingswedontunbox]

[mkwrites]

I can’t let him read my poetry because how could I go back to being strangers with someone who has seen my soul?

-m.k. // words are windows to the soul

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

I could play a symphony

Strumming the thread

That connects our souls

[iambrillyant]

“the most beautiful connections celebrate your authenticity and encourage you to be less performative, they find ways of applauding your entire existence even when you’re unable to show up as your full self, they shed light in your lowest moments so you can see yourself clearly.”

— iambrillyant

[definegodliness]

[beaboniim]

love is torture. not in the sense of physical pain, no. but in the sense that no matter how many words spill from my mouth, no matter how i look at you. none of it would be enough. you will never know how much i yearn for you. it is torture to love you, to love in a way the poets do. and it is torture, for you to have no clue how much you kill me in all the best ways.

[existingillusion]