#not my poetry

[halloweeneva]

Poem by @narcissistcookbook

(Skull design borrowed from their profile pic)

[rubywingsracing]

“darling

the moon

is still the moon

in all of its phases”

- isra al-thibeth | on becoming

Not really sure what I’m on tonight but here’s more celestial hughes brothers w/ poetry

(yes I’ve already started Jack as the sun but I should probably sleep 😅)

This one is for Quinn Hughes’ freakiest fan @formulanni hehe 😜

[xovera-toz]

The rest of the poem is even better so go read the 2015 comics. Shoo.

[mist-of-flowers]

Kaveh Akbar, Calling a Wolf a Wolf

favorited : literature i love

[kkirexxovo]

poetry i found recently & ciphixy

(1) author unknown

(2) nellsays on tumblr (i couldn't find their account, sadly)

[raddagher-on-cams]

(@/two-bees-poetry)

[sunshine-units]

Traffic

On Sunday, a lambent crevice opened up in the street outside my house. By Tuesday, birds were flying into it.

“I probably won’t miss you,” my mother said. “I’m only interested in the end of the world,” I replied.

Many find it difficult to breathe without the atmosphere, but we knew how; we just stopped breathing.

We’re at the Moonlight All-Night Diner, and they’re serving up fruit from the plants growing out of the waitress. The closed sign whispers, “Please, don’t touch me.”

We watch bodies fall to the ground outside like deep sea creatures surfacing. You turn to me and ask, “Do you ever think about suicide?” I look away from you and close my eyes, eat the raspberries to confuse the blood in my mouth.

Now you’re in the only car in the parking lot at midnight and you’re watching me throw stones at the moon which hangs low in the sky so that he can look into your house. Your sister tried to touch him from her window once, and he flinched.

Now he and the oceans watch her with a quiet concern. The lilac sky is trying to rest her head on his shoulder, all trees gradually growing through her.

A hummingbird whispers to you, “Be careful. Under her dress is her skin,” and then builds his nest in the middle of the highway.

I look back to you, and you close your eyes

-Katherine Ciel

Welcome to Night Vale Episode 20 - "Poetry Week"

[thisishowyoufightawar]

"...It's tempting to just let it burn.

And then I remember:

There are children inside."

[storyweaverstalespinners]

[atomic-anarchist]

[amindthatbreathes]

[letterstokareokay]

What kind of role do I play?

The separation wasn't my intention

If you would step aside

You're straying off your final words

I don't know why

[livewire-litmag]

Being in LiveWire means finding the most soul crushingly beautiful poem in your professors old lit mags

[m-ir-a-nd-a]

I promise.

[codthefishgod]

Decided to share this because it reminds me of Faroff. I often find it difficult to explain Faroff in any sort of way without going on a rant, especially with how hugely important it has become to me, but I think, if I had to really get the point of Faroff across in as few words as possible, it would be those last four lines. Because at its core, that's what it's about. It's about breaking walls down, it's about change, it's about not letting your own biases and preconceived beliefs cloud the truth right in front of you.

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Man, I love that series.