how your scent / invades my shadowed, busy heart
Carol Ann Duffy, from “Bees,” The Bees
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lifeinpoetry:

I am addicted to my despair.
Listen.
Hear the darkness blow?

— Forugh Farrokhzad, from “The Wind Will Blow Us Away,”  tr. Sholeh Wolpé, Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad 

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Today, religion is a bathroom stall I did not cry in. A mirror I did not break with my barking fists.
Linette Reeman, from “III. The New Jersey Devil Rejects Its Humanity:” The New Jersey Devil Washes the Blood Off (And Other Vignettes)

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Desire builds me a rotten church to lay down in.
Duncan Slagle, from “Ghazal for the Loneliness that Must Have Killed Lilith,” FATHER HUNT (via lifeinpoetry)

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Joan of Arc, without tomb and without portrait, you who knew that the grave of heroes is the heart of the living.
André Malraux quoted by Mary Gordon in Joan of Arc: A Life
original:
Jean d’Arc, sans sépulture et sans portrait, toi qui savais que le tombeau des héros est le coeur des vivants. (via mooneyedandglowing)

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violentwavesofemotion:

“I have kisses for the back of your neck.”

— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems (1999); “Briar Rose,”

antigonick:

“CHORUS : Why are you so in love with things unbearable?”

— Sophokles, Elektra (tr. by Anne Carson)

theclassicsreader:

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”

— Anne Carson, in the preface to Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

I love you,’ he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces.
Jodi Picoult (via coral)

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Whatever you do, you need courage. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a soldier needs. Peace has its victories, but it takes brave men and women to win them.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via coral)

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lifeinpoetry:

Our mutual language:
              ocean, grief untraceable,
a perpetual mourning for totally
different things

— Jesse Rice-Evans, from “Taste me as a way of being me,” published in Moonsick

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buttonpoetry:

“He once said I’m cute when I’m angry. Well, I’m about to look phenomenal.”

—

FROM THE VAULT! Emi Mahmoud, “Why I Haven’t Told You Yet”

Featuring at Button Poetry Live, June 2017. Help us make Button Poetry more accessible!

lzlabseesu:

“Heartbreak is a quiet sound, so I like to surround myself with loud distractions, for then, it is easier to ignore, and so, I find when I am in the company of others, I am able to laugh, smile, compartmentalize the pain as I focus on something else, until my subconscious can learn to forget.”

— V.I.P.P. (via vacantinkandprettypink)