My roommate’s not suicidal
But it sounds sexier than saying
that she closes her eyes sometimes
when she’s changing lanes.
—Chad Anderson (via writingsforwinter)
Posts tagged poetry:
e.e. cummings, Book un-dedication to the 14 publishers who rejected him, artfully arranged as a concrete poem in the form of a funeral urn. +
(Source: irisblasi, via theredshoes)
“When I try to concentrate
on who you were,
images of you blur
and pulsate.”
(Mary Jo Salter, “Dead Letters”)
My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.
—E. Y. Harburg (via my-dark-star)
(Source: coffeemaps, via apoetreflects)
"There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through."
(Sylvia Plath, "Daddy")
Front Steps Poetry by Tyler Knott Gregson
“But do we know how to make love stay?’
I can’t even think about it. The best I can do is play it day by day.”
(Tom Robbins, “Still Life with Woodpecker”)
“Come back
believer in shade
believer in silence and elegance
believer in ferns
believer in patience
believer in the rain.”
(W.S. Merwin, “The Rain in the Trees”)
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