musingonnapkins:

The air smells like summer
and I am beginning again.
Your name only jumps off my lips
occasionally now. 

I never said you were a lazy Sunday
sunny afternoon. 

You never would have let me.

(via seducedbyink)

National Poetry Month: April 11th

miratortilla:

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For National Poetry Month, I will be posting some of my favorite poems with a brief explanation of how I feel about the poet or poem. Today’s poem is two of the last five people here by Mira Gonzalez.

The only way I can say it is that she’s a national treasure. Maybe the strongest young poet working today anywhere. If you want to dismiss alt lit or scoff or whatever, that’s fine— but watch your mouth when you talk about Mira. She’s beautiful and rare and why we all read poetry and feel good to be alive in this strange moment.

two of the last five people here

i am imagining the sound of your voice
on the phone when you hate me more than you ever have
i am touching each of my ribs, which are visible now
did i tell you that, i lost 15 pounds, do you like that
i am drunk and leaning against the hood of my car
i am thinking about that night when you
pushed all of your weight against me
and came out the other side as a small child
in our minds we created details, infinite in number
i am having a feeling that is like a ton of liquid
rising upward through the top of my head
creating subtle pressure when you tell me
something about free will and loving another person
how it will be better next time, or something

you’re always talking #napowrimo #napowrimo14 #poetry #day9

you’re always talking #napowrimo #napowrimo14 #poetry #day9

Beyoncé (feat. Kanye West & Jay-Z) – Drunk In Love (feat. Kanye West & Jay-Z) [Remix] (91,193 plays)
haiku after Basho #napowrimo #napowrimo14 #poetry #haiku #day8

haiku after Basho #napowrimo #napowrimo14 #poetry #haiku #day8

#napowrimo #napowrimo14 #poetry #day7

#napowrimo #napowrimo14 #poetry #day7

"It’s okay that you chose her. We always choose the wrong people for ourselves. After all I chose you."

(via versteur)

(Source: hazelhirao, via perfect-unison)

#napowrimo #napowrimo14 #poetry #day6

#napowrimo #napowrimo14 #poetry #day6

#napowrimo14 #napowrimo #poetry #day4

#napowrimo14 #napowrimo #poetry #day4

"beware" #napowrimo14 #day3

"beware" #napowrimo14 #day3

the dream eater #napowrimo14 #day2

the dream eater #napowrimo14 #day2

"Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion… Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street."

Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell by Marty McConnell
(via obstinate-and-headstrong)

(Source: strange-bloom, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

#julianakapetanov #collage #vintagenationalgeographic #nationalgeographic #roses #spring #winter

#julianakapetanov #collage #vintagenationalgeographic #nationalgeographic #roses #spring #winter

#napowrimo14 #day1

#napowrimo14 #day1