#poetry for healing

[ohwaitwhatdamn]

Hitchhiking across timelines like snow into spring rain

You told me not to be afraid to sing

When you opened your mouth the sound of trumpets came out

And it made the bees turn into birds as they flew through my mouth from my chest

Their wings soared into the open sky but the sun melted their wax with its lemon glow

But we couldn’t let go of the people who we knew a few months ago

My brain is trying to repair itself still it has been a long time since my heart was in tandem

Conversation wasn’t anymore and we both forgot the sound of each other’s voice

The record was scratched and that meant the music was over, but I couldn't hear you anyway

The mountain was ready for sleep and the darkness was starting to enclose us

In the last picture I ever took of you there was a smirk on your face

Your head tilted while you wore the bandana you stole from my dog

I knew it was missing, but it seems to have been found in an Instagram around the neck of a past lover

Unintentional critical time intervention

I affirmed my supports and you affirmed yours as you smother them we can see your gas light is on

The tank may read empty but you insist on riding on fumes

[sunsbleeding]

[joitotheworldstuff]

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[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Howl”

[annasanthology]

[toalltheangels]

Everyone has their own story

[pink-heart-writes]

[iambrillyant]

“walking down your authentic path can be one of the loneliest roads to travel on because the longer you’re on it, the more you realize that only a select few will be compatible with who you are with no mask on.”

— billy chapata

[leonardospoetry]

Be grateful for every single stage of life. Especially the ones that break you open.

[mournfulroses]

A. R. Ammons, from a poem titled "Shot Glass," featured in The New Yorker

[ccomelantartidee]

“Too well tangled”🤍

[sunsbleeding]

[feral-ballad]

Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “All inner life runs at some delay”

[annasanthology]

[thingswedontunbox]

[daughterofchaosstuff]

and suddenly i became the person who takes forever to reply, likes to be alone, will disappear when i sense weird energy and will not care if we stop talking/being friends but will forever be kind.