Epicmafia

almost 8 years

excerpt of Emily Dickinson #253

Too vague—the face—
My own—so patient—covers—
Too far—the strength—
My timidness enfolds—
Haunting the Heart—
Like her translated faces—
Teasing the want—
It—only—can suffice!

Jun

almost 8 years

arisuu says

leggo

from The Mourning Bride by William Congreve

Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury, like a woman scorned.

LHarney

almost 8 years

hi Jun, this is a cool idea, I would like one

bryce1997

almost 8 years

Jun says

bryce1997 says

letsa go

https://youtu.be/QFoBaTkPgco

it's amazing spoken word... everyone should watch it

10/10 <3

tillie

almost 8 years

hello

Jun

almost 8 years

bryce1997 says

letsa go

https://youtu.be/QFoBaTkPgco

it's amazing spoken word... everyone should watch it

Jun

almost 8 years

Lukie says

Hi, sweep me off my feet with your romantic poetry.

saving my favorite romantic poetry for a little while . . .

Jun

almost 8 years

Lukie says

Hi, sweep me off my feet with your romantic poetry.

"Torso of Air" by Ocean Vuong

Suppose you do change your life.
& the body is more than

a portion of night — sealed
with bruises. Suppose you woke

& found your shadow replaced
by a black wolf. The boy, beautiful

& gone. So you take the knife to the wall
instead. You carve & carve

until a coin of light appears
& you get to look in, at last,

on happiness. The eye
staring back from the other side —

waiting.

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leggo

Jun

almost 8 years

Jellofish says

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"Underface" by Shel Silverstein

Underneath my outside face
There's a face that none can see.
A little less smiley,
A little less sure,
But a whole lot more like me.

bryce1997

almost 8 years

letsa go

Lukie

almost 8 years

Hi, sweep me off my feet with your romantic poetry.

Jun

almost 8 years

jbomber732 says

I'll take one.

excerpt from "A Little Closer to the Edge" by Ocean Vuong

Young enough to believe nothing
will change them, they step, hand-in-hand,

into the bomb crater. The night full
of black teeth. His faux Rolex, weeks

from shattering against her cheek, now dims
like a miniature moon behind her hair.

p.s. idk how legal it is fkr me to copy directly straight from this book but eh

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Jun

almost 8 years

evolpz says

hello

excerpt from "Dreamland" by Edgar Allan Poe

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule—
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE—Out of TIME.

jbomber732

almost 8 years

I'll take one.

evo

almost 8 years

hello

Jun

almost 8 years

one for myself i guess

"What They Did Yesterday Afternoon” by Warsan Shire

later that night

i held an atlas in my lap

ran my fingers across the whole world

and whispered

where does it hurt?

it answered

everywhere

everywhere

everywhere.

poetic impression