travestyintechnicolour:

You are already remarkable.

There are rooms full of poets

who already love you,

we already love you.

I hope that you read To Kill A Mockingbird

and savor every syllable of the name you’re given

and think of it as poetry

but don’t ever feel it is something you cannot live up to.

I…


poetdreamer:

Stop trying to write the perfect poem
Write a poem about living.
Not that flower, not that bird.
Write it in a whisper if you feel silence
Write it in a scream if you feel pain
Live the poem, Feel the poem
Pen the poem in your own tears if needed
It’s the one poem you already know how to write. 
It’s the one poem you already wrote
All you have to do is copy it down. 


manuscriptsandbourbon:

I harbored fantasies in my head,
But they have filled my heart with dread

As I resist, my eyes are blurred.

I see I’m nothing in your world.


The toll is taken and I can’t breathe.

Storms are raging underneath

Underwater, my eyes are blurred;

I don’t make ripples in…


manuscriptsandbourbon:

The most common rhythm makes five iambs
But sometimes it feels like I’m counting lambs

I had thought a couplet would fix it right
But there are other choices and delights

Maybe poetry can stand on one line

Although poems usually start with a set
And just when you thought this was a…


thedustdancestoo:

i found you

again today,

faded and dusty

inside a rusty box

on the top shelf

of a dark closet,

inside my head.

(Source: thedustdancestoo)


fuckyeahjapanandkorea:

(by rakkauttaskatu)
sooo true

theseloosethreads:

We all quiver at the feet of the inevitable,
the black robe, scythe and all.
The man beneath the shadows
in the black robe, standing tall.
No one seems to question,
we just sit and we adhere.
Well what about you, Death,
what is it that you might fear?