#wound quotes

[mournfulroses]

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

[feral-ballad]

Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “Painted Tongue”

[Text ID: “my mother and I becoming each other, / her bruises and scars passed down, / family heirlooms that will take / me decades to stop wearing,”]

[wocado]

The wound is the place ~ @RumiQuotes

The wound is the place

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[lena-oleanderson]

love & friendship - collected writings from side wounds and other poems

[pityroad]

— Thanksgiving 2006, Ocean Vuong, from 'Night Sky with Exit Wounds'

[text ID: Brooklyn's too cold tonight

& all my friends are three years away.

My mother said I could be anything

I wanted — but I chose to live.]

[lostmf]

By @hel7l7

[sorawritesstuff]

[lifeinpoetry]

The houses were not Hamas. The kids were not Hamas. Their clothes and toys were not Hamas. The neighborhood was not Hamas. The air was not Hamas. Our ears were not Hamas. Our eyes were not Hamas. The one who ordered the killing, the one who pressed the button thought only of Hamas.

— Mosab Abu Toha, from "The Wounds," Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear

[lucidloving]

Richard Siken, "The Torn-up Road" // Lora Mathis, "If There's A Way Out I'll Take It"

[lux-noxaurea11]

- Haruki Murakami

[sicknessinmotion]

OUR LOVE IS AN OPEN WOUND

sierra demulder // haruki murakami // nikolay tolmachev // hieu minh nguyen // sierra demulder // osamu dazai.

[mournfulroses]

Natalie Diaz, from “I, Minotaur”, featured in Postcolonial Love Poem

[feral-ballad]

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

[wocado]

Turn your wounds ~ @Oprah

Turn your wounds

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[pityroad]

— from My Father Writes from Prison, Ocean Vuong, in 'Night Sky with Exit Wounds'

[text ID: some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea / what this means is that I don't know / desire other than the need / to be battered & rebuilt /]

[lostmf]

By 11 shit was already fucked up

So I would be still 5 I guess