“In Austin, someone has scrawled on the bathroom wall of a cafe on Congress Street, ‘I don’t know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.’”
—Linh Dinh, from “Poetry Sightings”
(Source: the-final-sentence)
You still didn’t look, not once, not even after I’d put all the skin in, not even when the scent of myself simmering filled our air.” -Sarah Rose Etter, from “Skin Roast”
(Source: gammasandgerunds, via the-final-sentence)
Love. The difficult word. Where everything starts, where we always return. Love. Love’s lack. The possibility of love. I have no idea what happens next.
(Source: the-final-sentence)
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The world does not need words. It articulates itself
in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path
are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted.
The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being.
The kiss is still fully itself though no words were spoken.
And one word transforms it into something less or other—
illicit, chaste, perfunctory, conjugal, covert.
Even calling it a kiss betrays the fluster of hands
glancing the skin or gripping a shoulder, the slow
arching of neck or knee, the silent touching of tongues.
Yet the stones remain less real to those who cannot
name them, or read the mute syllables graven in silica.
To see a red stone is less than seeing it as jasper—
metamorphic quartz, cousin to the flint the Kiowa
carved as arrowheads. To name is to know and remember.
The sunlight needs no praise piercing the rainclouds,
painting the rocks and leaves with light, then dissolving
each lucent droplet back into the clouds that engendered it.
The daylight needs no praise, and so we praise it always—
greater than ourselves and all the airy words we summon.
(Source: f---yeahpoetry)
(via baguenauder)
“If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
This life is for the taking.
So don’t run away from your passions. Don’t fear the great abyss. Fall in love. Get hurt. Feel something. That’s what this is all for. Each moment is for you. Happiness is in the doing. So live it and don’t dwell on what might hurt or what might happen, because I don’t think we get a second chance at this. And, in the end, you’ll regret what you didn’t do.
This concept is nothing new, but I think sometimes we need to remind ourselves that it’s OK to really feel something…in all of it’s intensity. Go after the unknown. We can’t control anything but ourselves and our actions….and that’s OK. That’s the point.
You. Right now. Are. Marvelous.
So live now. Wholeheartedly….and jump in.
Life is for the taking
(Source: observando, via psych-quotes)
(via stupidlittle)
(Source: nevver)
