#poetic quote

[kingstarkingslay]

“ This story is a tragedy because it didn’t have to end this way ” WOLFSTAR

and

“ This story is a tragedy because it was always going to end this way ” JEGULUS

[words-and-coffee]

There is a wildfire starving on top of a lake. See how the water holds fire but cannot end it? We insist on love when all we want is mercy

Victoria Chang, The Trees Witness Everything - The Lovers

[fjolladallas]

i wish we met each other when we were both fresh snow…

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

I went out to the city streets, Because a fire was in my head, And saw the people passing by, And wished the youngest of them dead, And twisted by a bitter past, And poisoned by a cold despair, I found at last a resting-place And left my hatred ticking there.

When I was fleeing from the night And sweating in my room again, I heard the old futilities Exploding like a cry of pain; But horror, should it touch the heart, Would freeze my hand upon the fuse, And I must shed no tears for those Who merely have a life to lose.

Though I am sick with murdering, Though killing is my native land, I will find out where death has gone, And kiss his lips and take his hand; And hide among the withered grass, And pluck, till love and life are done, The shrivelled apples of the moon, The cankered apples of the sun.

- Roger Woddis, “The Soldier.” (1975).

[Quoting from analysis and thoughts by Adam Roberts here:

....Woddis’ pastiche of Yeats’s ‘The Song of Wandering Aengus’, published after the Birmingham Pub Bombings in 1975. You know the history, I’m sure: from 1973 onward the IRA decided to embark upon a campaign of bombing and assassination in the UK mainland (as well as continuing hostilities in Northern Ireland). Mostly they attacked what they deemed military and political targets, but not always. For example, on the 21st November 1974 they left bombs in two Birmingham pubs, neither of which was, in the jargon, a ‘legitimate’ target. Warning calls were botched, the bombs exploded, 21 died and 186 were wounded. What Woddis published in reaction is a brilliant poem that is, but is not only, a clever pastiche of Yeats.]

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[flowrrs4u]

I am good. I am loved.

[strokeofserenity]

Margaret Atwood, “The Blind Assassin.”

[deadlypoetacademia]

[peaceishim]

[futuristic-koala]

[imsayak]

People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

[moonlitfairytale]

Natalie Wee, Least of all

[words-and-coffee]

I sculpted your body from the dust on the doorknob. I've hoarded your name in my mouth for months. My throat is a beehive pitched in the river. Look! Look how long this love can hold it's breath.

Sierra Demulder, Today Means Amen: Your Love Finds It’s Way Back

[jaggedjawjosh]

[lenainwonderland]

- Vladimir Nabokov

[enesl]

Be with someone who makes you happy.