"Because I do not want to report
on the genders of us, let’s call us
birds, or fish. Or you a stone and me

the ivy wound around it. In the alley
where I was afraid, your hand
a tree in which my wren body

nested. Settled."

Marty McConnell, “transubstantiation,” published in The New: (via bostonpoetryslam)

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"The difference between an addict
and one who is drowning
is the one who is drowning knows it.
The addict will drink the sea until it becomes him."

Michael Lee, The Addict, a Magician (via roomtemperaturedlovers)

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"One of the hardest things about being a poet
is picking up guys, see
you can’t just walk up to someone and say
“hi. I really like something about your ears and I was wondering
what do you think god is made of?”
You can’t just go home with someone and say
“I know you’re trying to get laid, but
I was wondering,
how do you feel about looking at your window
and making up stories for the people who walk by
or laying in your bed and telling me about your childhood,
I know it’s small but I don’t mind you being close to me
I’m not crazy,
yes, I know we just met.”
One of the hardest things about being a poet
is I’ve wrote a million poems about yes.
I have thousands of poems about how I want you
to grab me and kiss me and tell me I’m yours, but
I’ve never written a poem for no.
They tell me I have a way with words, but the truth is,
I’m just reciting the lines and there isn’t a clever metaphor or rhyme
for please get your tongue out of my throat.
I shouldn’t have gone home with you.
There is no play on words
for when you ask me if I want to take this to your room
my voice box becomes as useful as air to a fish
so I nod.
My poems tell me to nod, my outfit tells me to nod, I came home with you,
so I must want to go to your room, right?
The feminist in me is screaming,
my face is screaming,
you ask me if I’m ok
you really are a nice guy
and I just keep nodding
everything is alright.
When you finish,
you kiss me.
Then you look at my eyes for the first time all night
wipe away my tears
ask me if I was crying.
I laugh. Of course not.
The truth is my tongue knows how to give you
exactly what you want but
it doesn’t know how to form the words
“you have the same smile as my ex boyfriend
and fucking you makes me cry.”
I am a poet.
I have millions of words racing through my mind
at 160 mph every second
so I think “no” might have gotten stuck in traffic
somewhere between my mind in my mouth
I thought you would see it in my eyes.
I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to make you into my monster.
When you kissed me goodbye
I think you could finally taste it on my lips."

"The First Poem for ‘No’" by Lizzy

I decided now was as good a time as any to start posting more of my poetry so, yeah. Whatever.

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"I am the Moon.
I have many Phases.
I’m occasionally Dark and unseen
I can show you my Full self.
My Craters, imperfections.
But worst of all, you’ll only see me
when you remember to look for me."

ckaalekahi (via zeppelin-child)

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"I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia."

Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls (via expiry)

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"I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."

Edgar Allan Poe (via entflohen)

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Like this if you have an Instagram (or if you’re cool). I just got one and need people to follow so I don’t look like a total loser. I’ll message you all and find out what your names are.

Don’t like this if you’re a total nerd.

No one?!?!? Seriously? I’ll just keep reblogging this till you all tell me yours. (Loses 100 followers instantly).

Come on people. Also add me SeanyWestside

I might be the worlds biggest idiot cause I typed my name wrong when I said to add me….

Its SeanyyWestside

With 2 ‘y’s

If you added the other name thats not me….

I am borderline stupid

"'And now I’m looking at you,' he said, 'and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.'"

Cassandra Clare, City of Glass (via observando)

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"I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’"

Azra.T, My Heart is Full of Open Windows (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: 5000letters, via whereyagoingwiththatsoul)

"Your kiss feels like home and I’m so fucking homesick."

"1. I relied on you too much, I’m so sorry I ruined you.
2. Today the boy who sits next to me wore the same cologne you wore the day you told me you loved me, I felt my heart drop into my stomach.
3. No matter how many shots I down or bottles I empty your name is still the only thing I manage to remember.
4. I know you told me to never speak to you again, i just wanted to make sure you’re doing better than I am.
5. I told you all my secrets please keep them safe.
6. You got over me by getting under her. So why am I still craving you in my bed?
7. You swore you’d love me forever. You told me you’d never love anyone after me. You told me you would rather be alone than without me. You lied. Again.
8. I ran away from home but then I realized I was already homeless because your arms made me feel safer than my four bedroom walls.
9. Sometimes your name gets caught in my throat and I never want it to leave. I want to breathe it into my lungs because that’s the closest you’ll come to touching my heart.
10. Will you please get out of my head and out of my heart. I need my sanity back. I’m begging you. Please."

Texts I Never Sent" series #3 (via unpoeticheartbreak)

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