omophagist:

“Everyone wants a rock bottom. Some Icarus shit. But the truth is some holes keep going, yawning, heady, one mistake becomes three: there’s always a dark darker than the dark you know.”

— Hala Alyan, “You’re Not a Girl in a Movie,” from The Twenty-Ninth Year (via bostonpoetryslam)

lifeinpoetry:

& isn’t this body the perfect setting / for a horror movie?
& isn’t it so full of blood?

— torrin a. greathouse, from “my gender is the-glowing-fluorescent-sign-on-a-motel-in-the-middle-of-fucking-nowhere-but-all-of-the-bulbs-are-blown-out-except-a-single-red-question-mark-flickering,” published in Vanilla Sex

weltenwellen:

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “Someone Falls in a First Fall”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

bostonpoetryslam:

“⁴⁷I WANT MY SKELETON TO BE ABLE TO FIND ITS OWN HAPPINESS WHEN I AM GONE. YOU HAVE SERVED YOUR TIME. NOW GO. CHASE AFTER YOUR DREAMS. DON’T YOU DARE COME BACK. YOU ABOMINABLE DARLING. ⁴⁸I HOPE THAT YOUR SKELETON & MY SKELETON CAN BE HAPPY TOGETHER WHEN WE ARE BOTH DEAD & OTHERWISE OCCUPIED.”

— Eleanor Eli Moss, “THE BOOK OF DEATH,” from THE HOLY BIBLE

rosewaterhag:

“And if the angel says: Do you know life? / Then I must say: Life devours”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Irschenhausen, September 1914, Poems to Night, tr. Will Stone
(via lifeinpoetry)

dk-thrive:

The god of dirt
came up to me many times and said
so many wise and delectable things; I lay
on the grass listening
to his dog voice,
crow voice,
frog voice; now
he said, and now,

and never once mentioned forever.

— Mary Oliver, from “One or Two Things” in The God of Dirt: Mary Oliver and the Other Book of God by Thomas Wingate Mann · 2004 (via Alive on All Channels)

8deadsuns:

“Do I dare mention God in this poem? God is wild, and not human and when people make God human he stares at you through the eyes of a bear and beats his terrible bearded chest and guffaws into the stars.”

— Dorothea Lasky, Thunderbird (Wave Books)

a-quiet-green-agreement:

I remember you used to talk about seeing thoughts like Melville’s whale far below. What’s in the sea now? Monsters?

– Iris Murdoch, The Philosopher’s Pupil

liquidlightandrunningtrees:

“… But every land should be a holy land. One should find the symbol in the landscape itself of the energies of life there. That’s what all early traditions do. They sanctify their own landscape.”

— Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth

tinyghosts:

“Her heart was heavy because it was open, and so things filled it, and so things rushed out of it, but still the heart kept beating, tough and frighteningly powerful and meaning to shrug off the rest of her and continue on its own.”

— Helen Oyeyemi, from Mr Fox.
(via xshayarsha)

bostonpoetryslam:

“If we can measure the distance of illuminated gas from the location of our bodies, why can’t we find our dead? Why can’t we find the nights that taunt us, images more vivid than stars? Can’t we find the angle between us and our grief?”

— Aly Pierce, “Parallax,” from The Visible Planets