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ritikajyala · 17 hours ago

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There's a quiet love hidden in the question, 'Did you eat today?'. It's like a whisper in the dark. A whisper going..

'I hope you ate today, I hope you know I love you. I love you. I love you...'

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

#ritika jyala #the flesh i burned #art #aesthetic #poetry #literature #history #quotes #poets #dark academia #lovecore #artists on tumblr

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whendidmythoughtsgocrazy · 2 days ago

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Even just thinking about you kissing me makes my butterflies in my stomach go wild.

k.b. // but i want it to happen so bad

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crude-verse · 2 days ago

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Upon the serrated edge of the night,

the estranged stars shine bright,

and the grey clouds hide

far beyond the unaided sight,

the predator night-herons

take stealth-flight,

and the nocturnal folk relish in delight,

but there are those who await the light

that pours courage in winning

a nearly-lost fight.

#poems #poetry #writer #poets

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alex-a-roman · 7 hours ago

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I'd let you run my life

I’m not afraid of darkness, If there’s anyone I am the one to let the demons in; But we won’t be friends, I don’t befriend, I will lie to you, I will deceive.

You could bring both hell and heaven To reside under this roof, in this room, I still won’t believe; We could hide under the same bed, Battle forever inside these walls, I’d let you win.

I’d let you run my life for me, The game is over, I'm tired of being good; I saw death, I walked through fire And I still don’t fear anything Like I fear me.

~ A. A. Roman

#writers #writerscreed #twcpoetry #poetry #dark poetry #dark academia #poetry community #poetry corner #spilled poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #Poems #literature #lit #authors #poets #aaroman #alex a roman

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soulwr1ter · a day ago

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In between

My heartbeats

You smile rainbows of love

While raining droplets of heaven

From your halo eyes

Quenching the

Thirst of my soul

With the fragility

Of supreme tenderness in

Which you kiss

My delighted ocean of ink

As you delicately

Meld into my blood

Your colors merging with

My own

Your name

Becomes my definition of love

As I breathe in the sweet peace

Of your existence

-J.Wool, Rainbows of Love, Soul Whispers

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mynotespoems · 2 days ago

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i’m mrs. lonely

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dreamsofacommonlanguage · 3 months ago

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Being queer saved my life. Often we see queerness as deprivation. But when I look at my life, I saw that queerness demanded an alternative innovation from me. I had to make alternative routes; it made me curious; it made me ask, "Is this enough for me?"

— Ocean Vuong

#ocean vuong #poetry #poet #poets #queer #lgbt

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weltonboys · 8 months ago

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intangible - madisen kuhn

#madisen kuhn #intangible #poetry #mine #dark academia #light academia #dark academic #soft academia #dark academia aesthetic #academia #books #book aesthetic #cottagecore #poetry aesthetic #dark acadamia #light acadamia #poets #words words words

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randombookquotes · 3 months ago

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from a poem traveled down my arm- alice walker

#a poem traveled down my arm #alice walker #love #poems #poetry #future #booklr #quotes #books #words #prose #poets

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ritikajyala · 18 hours ago

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Grandpa always carried the rope grandma made before she died- a string of yellow, red and purple. And I tried to write a poem about that but it's not easy to make poems about a love that survived death, a love that kept living even when the lovers perished.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

#ritika jyala #the world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire #art #poetry #literature #history #quotes #poets #lovecore #dark academia

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enchantedengland · 7 months ago

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Grasmere, Cumbria, home to the English Romantic poet William Wordsworth. Here you will find the cottage that he lived in, the daffodil garden he planted in memory of his daughter, the tomb where he was laid to rest, and the lakes and trees and mountains that inspired his genius.

Now is the best time of year to take that train to Cumbria! And if you cannot, perhaps console yourself with the works of the Lake Poets. (photos @lakedistrict IG)

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crude-verse · 11 hours ago

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Starless Eclipse

Can I pronounce your name

or even utter ‘you’

without feeling empty

like a starless eclipse,

like a desert without mirage?

Lightless tunnels

echo silence

with a scout-like sense of duty

& obedience.

Loneliness

parades upon my subway heart

past midnight.

Shapeless thoughts

wander like the apparition stranded

far away

from the ground

where its body was buried.

Your fragrance…

no…

just the idea of your fragrance

is imprisoning me

for crimes millions

walk away free.

But they are telling me

I can’t complain

as I foolishly surrendered myself

even though no one was

looking for me.

#poems #writer #poetry #poets

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sacrificialdolly · 6 months ago

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whendidmythoughtsgocrazy · 5 months ago

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I want to fall in love with someone who’s equally obsessed with me as I am obsessed with them.

k.b. // healthily obsessed of course

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soulwr1ter · 2 days ago

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I am more interested

in sleeping inside

your soul than with your body,

in enveloping my existence

in the sweetened breaths

of your thoughts

and blooming in the garden

of your heart

where I thread flowers

through the crevice

of its smile

while singing soothing

incantations to slow

its rushing beats

until my name

folds itself inside

your heartbeats

as it dances

on the whispers of

your soul that

lull me tenderly

to dream.

-J.Wool, Dancing On Whispers, Soul Whispers

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orangecoveredhands · a month ago

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what is love if not a repetition of history.

#aesthetic #gay longing #poetry #poets #yearning #my webweaving #web weaving #on earth we're briefly gorgeous #history #historian #pheobe bridgers #mitski #lucy dacus

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kssndros · 3 months ago

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“In this culture, we celebrate boys through the lexicon of violence – ‘you’re killing it,’ ‘you’re making a killing,’ ‘smash them,’ ‘blow them up,’ ‘you went into that game guns blazing.’ And I think it’s worth it to ask the question: what happens to our men and boys when the only way they can valuate themselves is through the lexicon of death and destruction? And I think when they see themselves only worthwhile when they are capable of destroying things, it’s inevitable that we arrive at a masculinity that is toxic.”

— Ocean Vuong, during an interview with Seth Meyers, 2019.

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thecrownedadonis · 4 months ago

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“Don't worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets.”

— Ocean Vuong, from “Night Sky with Exit Wounds: Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong”, originally published c. 2016.

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randombookquotes · 3 months ago

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from a poem traveled down my arm- alice walker

#a poem traveled down my arm #alice walker #poems #poetry #poets #booklr #love #books #quotes #prose #words

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ritikajyala · 4 months ago

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Last night, I told my mother "I wish I was dead" in a fit of rage and winter clouded her eyes. But it wasn't white and it wasn't quiet, it resembled something like helplessness and rage. She was in pain and I knew I hurt her. I wanted to say something, anything, but how do you withdraw a declaration of war? How do you stop the bombs that already destroyed homelands? In that moment I remembered how she always told me that when she was a kid, she was too afraid to sleep with the lights on. Not because she was afraid of monsters, but because she feared her grandmother would die. Because when you're a kid, not seeing it means it doesn't exist anymore. I saw the winter in her eyes again and I knew I had switched off the light, she wasn't angry, she was afraid.

And I also remembered how she always told me I'd always be 3 years old for her, always a child, and for the first time, I heard in the voice of a three year old "I wish I was dead". My heart broke. And I wanted to hug her and hold her, tell her I was sorry, that I didn't mean it. Before I could move a hand, she left the room. The entire evening, I saw myself as she saw me, a 3 year old child. I saw the child hurt herself and cry herself to sleep every week, fight her friends with her tiny hands and two ponytails, I saw her depression and her anxiety, I saw her yell "I wish I was dead" and I knew. I knew. I wanted to shout through the walls, yell and cry and tell my mother that now I KNEW, but I didn't. I wept and wept until I heard a quiet knock and a soft familiar voice whispered, "Dinner is ready".

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

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