lifeinpoetry:

“you dreamt me out of existence. / you are at once a map to nowhere and everywhere”

— Billy-Ray Belcourt, from “Gay Incantations,” This Wound is a World

(Source: griffinpoetryprize.com)

absentions:

hello it me

buttonpoetry:

“This is how I learned to love. Fleeting; in a panic; a frenzy; watching as the wicked unfolds.”

— Desireé Dallagiacomo, from Sink 

podencos:

I’m built for love

weltenwellen:

“You were always so afraid. The loss you lived with was too much. Maybe you were born with skin that stung in the rain. Maybe the light hurt you more than others.”

— Heather Derr-Smith, from “Traitor”

buttonpoetry:

“You girl, will survive, even when survival is sweat pants and the best of whatever is left in the fridge.”

— Amaris Diaz, “Shrapnel”

absentions:

here to make ur heart go uwu

metaphorformetaphor:

“And even now in the gathering dark of a late afternoon in December, of one more year stretching between us, I think of you. I remember.”

— Tom Hansen, from “December Monologue,”  Rattle #24 (Winter 2005)

entering 2019 cute and unbothered

absentions:

just ur local neighborhood cutie enjoying some lights

lovelysuggestions:

The sun will always rise and dogs always be happy to see you

buttonpoetry:

“The words ‘I am’ are slowly transforming into ‘I used to be’ because every year, the past tense finds a larger house inside the neighborhood of my everyday vernacular.”

— Rudy Francisco, from Helium

lulloph:

this november we are healing from things we don’t talk about

nef-nauy:

“what i like about her is that she blooms whether you water her or not. whether you give her light or not. she exists without your existence.”

— iambrillyant  (via wnq-writers)

(Source: wnq-writers.com)