i don't want to
want her anymore.
i am tired of
breaking my own heart.
i spend all of my days
wishing she was mine
and all of my nights
hoping she never finds out.
i guess this is my curse;
unrequited love,
unreciprocated desire.
it consumes me whole.
it always has.
i am nothing if not a fool.
-mars
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From “I NEVER WANTED TO BELIEVE IN GHOSTS”, “Dead Dad Jokes” by Ollie Schminkey
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Congratulations Sierra on the release of Ephemera, out today with Button Poetry! Get a copy here.
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Why create something just to deny it love // Surviving Girlhood (and wishing you hadn’t) By Skyler Scott - Available on Amazon
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I'm not exactly sure which wound is the one I belong to.
Hanif Abdurraqib, The Crown Ain't Worth Much
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Rudy Francisco - I once held onto a grudge
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Rudy Francisco, performing at Queen Bee's Art and Cultural Center in San Diego, CA.
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And the best part is : nobody does you, quite like you.
— circadeacademia
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From Brenna Twohy's book, Swallowtail. (Button Poetry, 2019). Get the book here.
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ツ
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Neil Hilborn - The Future
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The summer breaks away into small things. Every story you know the ending to. Every chance you get, you will learn to say no. This isn’t what I wanted. I hate the summer and I hate the heat it brings. I have been longing for cold weather. I have been longing since the summer started. Is there the part where we come back? Is there a story that is just that, a story? Surely there isn’t a meaning behind every door. Every closed window. Every time it rains, I swear I can feel it, the part that is leaving. I just want to let go. I am so tired, did you know that? I don’t know if I have anything left to say. It was just summer, then fall, and into winter I will ice over. The leaves, too, will come with me.
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i don't have any dark secrets
but i do have a few light ones.
and i don't mean light
in that they're not heavy
because fuck they are,
but rather... well,
my secret is that i am terrified
to tell her that i love her
and how could that possibly
be anything but sunshine?
how could loving her,
in whatever horrible
form that may be in,
be anything other than
the single greatest thing
i've ever done with my life?
it doesn't matter if
she doesn't love me back
if i never get the courage
to tell her anyway.
i will keep my secrets
buried deep inside and
hope that their light
is enough to keep me warm.
i will keep loving her
and i will keep it to myself.
-mars
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there is something about silence that only the woods understand.
Excerpt from “The Quarry, Sandstone, MN”, Dead Dad Jokes by Ollie Schminkey
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From Steven Willis's book, A Peculiar People (Button Poetry, 2022). Get your copy here.
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I have experienced highs and lows you can never imagine (masturbated then cried to slam poetry immediately after)
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God
I don’t know what I believe anymore
Church left me with a thorn in my side
Religion left me with an ache in my chest
God left me
Who is God anyway?
But the compilation of power hungry men
Systems in place whose aim is control
Who is God?
But the reflection of your parents
Repeating the call and response idly
Who is God?
But the arms of a familiar lover
Their body, your communion
Who is God?
But the first sip of coffee in the morning
A sacrifice to your body for rising from the bed
Who is God?
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