“I’m happy I met you”

I say as the broken glass 

that replaced my heart

beats in my chest

so effortlessly

& I am happy I met you

you and your promises of forever

you and your blue eyes

you and your beautiful body 

even more beautiful soul

& I can’t help but think

if I killed myself that day

& all those other days before then

that I would have never met you

I would have never discovered you

& its a wild thought

in my wild mind

I don’t care if you really mean forever

I won’t hold you to it

love is a fickle thing

death can touch us at any moment

but just know

as I write this with shaking hands

one day of knowing you

one night in your arms

& one wink from across the diner booth

felt like forever & a day to me

“HEAR”
The Tender Wing And Raptures Holy
Book All But A Child Starved In
A Tender Limbs With Briars My Airy
Deceiving Tears Away In Been

Shepherd Is It Bore Her Light
And King The Little Ones Spend
The Night And Wept In The Bright
Does Never Included In The Vales Descend

disconnected |adjective| ; lacking contact with reality.

a noose made from forget-me-nots.

my hands don’t feel like my own anymore. they scratch at my skin and fidget and shake - but they do not feel like my own.

when my mother asks me why i stay in bed all day,

i tell her i’m tired. i don’t know where my mind is anymore.

there are days like this where time crawls on her knees. smiles at me as she passes and watches me ache. tells me there is something beautiful in my pain.

but there is nothing beautiful

about falling apart.

“I wanted everything; I wanted to be enormous and overwhelming, yawning and expansive like the light.”

—   Gwendolyn MacEwen, from “Mermaids & Ikons: A Greek Summer,”  

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저녁에​ (In the Night)

저렇게 많은 중에서
별 하나가 나를 내려다본다
이렇게 많은 사람 중에서
그 별 하나를 쳐다본다
밤이 깊을수록
별은 밝음 속에 사라지고
나는 어둠 속에 사라진다
이렇게 정다운
너 하나 나 하나는
어디서 무엇이 되어
다시 만나랴

- 김광섭

Among a multitude of stars,
one stares down at me.
Among a multitude of people,
I stare up at that one star.
As the night grows deeper,
it fades into brightness
and I disappear into darkness.
Where, when,
as what will the two of us…
you, one so warm, and me, one so tender,
meet again?

- Kim Gwang-Seop

Your crappy birthday - poem by M.J.

Your crappy birthday – poem by M.J.

Seeing those happy snaps,pics of a memorable partyI have no memories of.Grief and a sense of isolation sets in.

I wasn’t to be found in those photos,not hand-picked to be a set of exalted pixels.The birthday cake I didn’t taste.The heinous remarks I did digest vomiting sadness.

Anti-social mediathe torture extended.This is the new deal,I don’t fit in.

No idealistic campaign,glorious righteous…

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Being here is a sad experience
for the most part,
but it can also be a happy one,
and it’s those little happy moments
added together
that make all of it worthwhile.

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only poets who are concerned about rhymes while writing nowadays are rappers bruh

The Indian poet Eunice de Souza, taken by Madhu Kapparath, 1998.

“We do not belong one to the other
except now and again intermittently.
Of that infinity, freely
you give yourself to me to take
and I take freely”

from ‘Los Desnudos: A Triptych’ in Loose Woman: Poems, by Sandra Cisneros

“This is the center of the universe,
I said and meant it. This is eternity.
This moment. Now. And love,
that wisp of copal that scared the hell
out of you when I mentioned it,
love is eternal, though
what eternity has to do with tomorrow,
I don’t know. Understand?”

from ‘With Lorenzo at the Center of the Universe, el
Zócalo, Mexico City’ in Loose Woman: Poems, by Sandra Cisneros

“Choose your weapon.
Mine—the telephone, my tongue.
Both black as a gun.

I have the magic of words,
the power to charm and kill at will.
To kill myself or to aim haphazardly.
And kill you.”

‘Night Madness Poem’ in Loose Woman: Poems, by Sandra Cisneros

“This weight
on the other side of the bed
is only books, not you. What
I said I loved more than you.
True.
Though these mornings
I wish books loved back.”

from ‘Bay Poem from Berkeley’, in Loose Woman: Poems, by Sandra Cisneros