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Disclaimer: Piedangerment might not be a real word.
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badlovepoet
The name says it all.
Poetry and short stories:
These I write badly.
(Even that was a bad haiku)
Poetry and short stories:
These I write badly.
(Even that was a bad haiku)
They buy poetry like gang members
buy guns — for aperture, caliber,
heft and defense. They sit on the floor
in the stacks, thumbing through Keats
and Plath, Levine and Olds, four boys
in a bookstore, black glasses, brackish hair,
rumpled shirts from the bin at St. Vincent de Paul.
One slides a warped hardback
from the bottom shelf, the others
scoot over to check the dates,
the yellowed sheaves ride smooth
under their fingers.
One reads a stanza in a whisper,
another turns the page, and their heads
almost touch, temple to temple — toughs
in a huddle, barbarians before a hunt, kids
hiding in an alley while sirens spiral by.
When they finish reading one closes
the musty cover like the door
on Tutankhamen’s tomb. They are savage
for knowledge, for beauty and truth.
They crawl on their knees to find it.
Dorianne Laux, “Savages” (via fleurishes)
It is youth’s felicity as well as its insufficiency that it can never live in the present, but must always be measuring up the day against its own radiantly imagined future - flowers and gold, girls and stars, they are only prefigurations and prophecies of that incomparable, unattainable young dream.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Diamond As Big As The Ritz”
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I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
Ovid (via whatokay)
Did anyone else just jizz their pants? Or was that just me?Sonnet 130, Read by Alan Rickman
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
E.E. Cummings (via bambooglitter)
To my fellow bachelors and bachelorettes, Happy Valentine’s Day! Remember, chocolate never stops tasting amazing.
(Source: hopeytdwp)
Untitled Love Poem
Of all the girls
I ever touched;
Of all the girls
I ever kissed,
I never wanted
a single one
the way I
wanted
you.
Yes, you.
Yes, you.
You.
—M.S.
