February 2012
2 posts
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“Do you ever read your work out loud while you are working on it?
Toni...”
– Toni Morrison from her Paris Review interview about the writing process… (via jonubian)
January 2012
19 posts
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“Memories were edited, revised, parts of the experience revisited in the mind,...”
– Eric Jerome Dickey, Pleasure
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word of today:
COM-MUNE verb (used without object)
1. to converse or talk together, usually with profound intensity, intimacy, etc.; interchange thoughts or feelings.
2. to be in intimate communication or rapport: to commune with nature.
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how nice and pure and simple and beautiful it is.
i’ve known this type of communication with very few people in my life.
i appreciate(d)...
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“The common wisdom goes like this: that the myth of “some enchanted evening,”...”
– -Marianne Williamson
!!!!!!
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“We are not responding to this instant, if we are judging any aspect of it. The...”
– Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
Screw Goodbyes
shesanargonaut:
Let’s just say that you are a question mark and I am an ampersand.
!!
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Candle Night
smokeinatin:
Wax dripped down my inner thighs while your trembling fingers unstrapped my solid garments. Back arching casually, you slipped a supported hand against the flexibility of my spine. Sighing, you did - caressing my lips amongst a candle lit tabletop. The sheets wept with our liquids as we surfaced together in waves of climaxes - staling into one ignited candle.
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muse
the clock ticks even when no one is watching time accepts no exceptions she takes bullshit from no one
time, she’s unapologetic she’s intentional with every tick of her hips maintains her goals for direction
time is beautifully robust her long, wavy hair flows when she decides to let her hair down and slow dances with all her suitors
sometimes, time decides to run away chases the...
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“When we open up to each other, we invite people to understand us, and let them...”
– Lori Deschene
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today's outfit
i will wear my newfound boldness proudly
uneasy we are when we are constantly growing
the most delightful form of uncomfortable
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butterflies in plural
it’s like i hold my breath at the thought
of you
i refuse to want only some of you
i want it all.
“Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from...”
– Zora (used this quote at the beginning of my acknowledgements page of my thesis. She truly helped me pull in my horizon.)
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watch me glow
i cannot write with cold hands
i will write this poem warm
in the middle of winter
and as the stars get closer to the light side of the moon
moments pass
and warmer
feelings start to traverse the spans of the galaxies
poetry is in the wind
the silent cold air
my-
stories
full of directions
December 2011
3 posts
Late Night Phone Calls
smokeinatin:
We lie in our beds you over there and me? Not next to you But my phone settles in the hollow of my ear, your voice vibrates - giving me a telephone kiss Calming - you are As you hum me a tune without your guitar You don’t need it, ‘cause frankly your voice is the softest string to hear Cuddled in my over throw, I hug my pillow wishing it was you We never sleep when the...
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on a cold morning like this
i awake
to your warm smiles
basque in their goodness, their faults
Patience is not bountiful in her presence these days
she has short shifts as she shows her consistency in glimpses
only in the passage of time
only in looking to the future
with full, bright eyes
today the eyes of Patience are heavy
the purposes and the goals,
exhausted
tomorrow shall bring...
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warsan versus melancholy.: first thought after... →
warsanshire:
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‘come with every wound
and every woman you’ve ever loved
every lie you’ve ever told
and whatever it is that keeps you up at night
every mouth you’ve punched in
all the blood you’ve ever tasted
come with every enemy you’ve ever made
and all the family you’ve ever buried
and…
October 2011
9 posts
dream hampton: Jagged Edges →
dreamhampton1:
Jagged Edges (Essence 2001)
by dream hampton
My love for him is wide. My soul reached out and chose him. It holds on even when I want to be free. When we come together, it is all the things I’m told are dangerous to seek. It’s perfect. Every moment is a dream. It transcends who…
“Feelings are potent. I believe they are important tools or signposts. You can be...”
– Laurie Gerber
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a new poem is born
metaphors hold Love and good omens as witnesses inside their own beauty
the shelves are full and overflowing with secrets
that come spilling out of ancient walls where the great Love dwells
within these walls have been many visitors
some visit repeatedly, take chances upon entering the beautiful space
where Love lives
they say that one should always bear gifts for the host
only few...
To Skate On Sun: Night of the Before →
toskateonsun:
= I am writing this poem
small.
I thought of little
rainbows happening in
the dark and didn’t
want any of those to be
this poem.
= With you I am so
much of an ocean.
= With you, I am
a barrel ladening
someone else’s secret.
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touch
hand me some fresh, new pages
to make love to
let me give you
the visual satisfaction, of my attention.
Promise you my endless caresses,
warmth, bright mornings.
I want to write the pages to a new story
where the ink from past lives
no longer dictates the directions of pen
strokes
writing across my creations
I cradle your thoughts in my hands,
mold within them the seeds
...
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transnational child
my mother sent me away for eleven months
she had response-abilities
she had to find assimilation
she had to search for stability
it must have been so difficult
for her
to have me be
so far
so far, from her
how many more sacrifices has my mother made for me?
countless
and yet, in those eleven months
i counted every minute
i used to fall asleep with tears crawling down my face
i used...
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the waiting place:
i occupy sunny saharas
with three sunrises,
i’ve got enough light to shine for you
in the dark phases of togetherness
i entertain guest thoughts within these deserts
i’ve made a home for bright ideas to live
in
a place of their own
a time to harvest rich connections
on this sacred land
i leave my thought pathways
i can only hope to find you
inside.
September 2011
4 posts
1 tag
'late nights, early mornings'
night thoughts dance, presently
we danced toward the horizons of our dreams
we created love in it’s physical body
like the painter’s brush strokes on fresh canvas
we were
original
when our desires were alive, we
inherited passions
born in brief beginnings
daylight slid across the sky
morning chunks of lights crept through wide open windows, we
slept and awoke
open,...
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old perfume bottles gather dust
scents of old memories remain enclosed no longer freed onto the surface of my skin
washed clean by the years
i’ve rid you
free
colors find their way onto
monochrome tears,
they slide atop renewed smiles
illusions make only brief appearances for now
i am prisoner to feelings i cannot presently explain
i will not try to.
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revisiting abandoned poems
i have words that need to be said
words that scratch off the back of my throat
words that desire so strongly to be inside the embrace
inside the smile that lights up your face
inside the look in your eye that you consistently try to make me avoid
my mother's roommate
my father consistently pocket dials me on his touchscreen phone
a part of my heart jumps For the tenth of a millisecond that i think he actually might want to talk to me
how could you live with someone all your life, and still not know who they are?
August 2011
5 posts
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i'd wished to stay
…i brought some of my words together with those of june jordan :)
blurred lights and luminous particles
enclosed in your aura
how easily you hold my hands
in yours
i continue to subsist without the
benediction of our bodies
intertwined in the solid heat of lust
tenderly trembling
i’d wished to stay there
touched
and touching you
i adore the way my lips look
after kissing...
“There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on...”
– Zora (via dreamhampton1)
LOVE.
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the feelings i get when we're alone
between us, there exists a bridge
architects have already sketched out the blueprints to this edifice
there are only plans
possibilities
indulging in beginnings
the latest inhabitants inside our souls
live
they occupy each side of this bridge
we met at a point between both places
except we didn’t realize the grand engineer’s goals
we only met for brief instances
when we...
what makes a poem a poem →
itsmissflyvida:
Charles Bernstein Professor of English
My lecture is called “What Makes a Poem a Poem?” I’m going to set my timer.
It’s not rhyming words at the end of a line. It’s not form. It’s not structure. It’s not loneliness. It’s not location. It’s not the sky. It’s not love. It’s not the color. It’s…
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third places.
My poems are in the leafless trees blowing words toward my soul Tucked in between a collection of buildings You offer me comfort Breath, eyes to see I walk within you and am immediately flashed back to the times when i fell in love Stumbled upon past relationships that seem to have begun within your embrace Breezy walkways A taste of nature in this congested city It all comes together With you i...