desert places
desert places
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Your eyes, now gleaming dark obsidian,
Now deep and somber velvet jungle flowers.Gertrud Kolmar, from Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems; “Asia,” (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

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mythologyofblue:

Man is no star, but a quick coal

Of mortal fire:
Who blows it not, nor doth control

A faint desire


-George Herbert

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luthienne:

“I will devour you, love you into flame,”

— H.D., from Collected Poems 1912-1944; “A Dead Priestess Speaks”

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The desire to be loved is the last illusion
Give it up and you will be free.Margaret Atwood, A Sunday Drive (via autobibliographies)

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lifeinpoetry:

I know your sadness bleeds

inward, like a nick in the wrist
made more sick by your picking.

— Jill Khoury, from “My mother speaks to me from the grave, again,” published in Barren Magazine

(Source: barrenmagazine.com, via lifeinpoetry)

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Why lure us, radiant darkness?Andal, excerpt of Koli Alaippatan Munnam : The Song for The Clothes (tr. by Priya Sarukkai Chabria)

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demasc:

emotionally im doing the laminated paper wobbling sound

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soracities: “ Novica Tadić, epigraph to ‘Monkey Business’, Dark Things: Poems (trans. Charles Simic) “[Text ID: “remember everything, see through your wounds.” ”

sweatermuppet:

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from abell 2218 by eric gamalinda, published in amigo warfare: poems

[Text ID: I use my body to find love. I eat all the wrong foods. I believe what I see with my own two eyes. Fear eats me. I have to look for a job. I can sprint faster than sound. I burn forever, I have no end. /End ID]

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hartkamer:

anyone else feeling extremely stuck in themselves in their human bodies in their human lives or is that just me

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mournfulroses: “ Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West c. October 1928 ”
Here I am in a valley of pine, waiting for you to find me. I could pretend I’m speaking to everyone—assume a middle distance and transcend myself—but I’m taking to you and you know it.Richard Siken, from Spork Press’ Editor’s Pages: “The Long and the Short of It”
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undomestication:

trying this new thing where I make my decisions based on “common sense” and not my prophetic visions & omens

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wishbzne: “ ocean vuong, ‘threshold’ “[ID: “I lost it all with my eyes wide open.” end ID] ” ”