It Is Quite Unbelievable That There Will Be People That I Will Love Unconditionally That I Have Not Met

The way I splash your relentless name In shivers about me. Watch him wallow. If he tastes mud as bitter as this poem   Of mine, then I win – and you love me.

Jericho Brown, Grip (via: skinthepoet)

my grandparents film from Italy 🌥

An anchor doesn’t hold you back. It grounds you.

Bruce Adler (via wnq-writers)

In urgent need to follow young poets!!!

talk to a real person by Stephen Shore

I sit in the train barefoot,  and there’s a long way home.  I kiss you so often  in my thoughts. I never taught  I had to teach romance  but here I am; preaching one religion praying to one God. The God  that teaches men  to love their women.  My barefoot with  tired patches on,  my hands break with  longing. And no matter  how much you stay, my legs never get tired of you.  My feet on the passanger seat, writing drafts of poetry for a magnetic man.  My poems are the proof  that I can never think enough of you.

Cinderella by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)

Overlook by Rob Hauer

I see you as a god / at the crossroads burning your secrets for lamplight.

Sade Murphy, from “self portrait: acetone and hesitance carved into linoleum,” published in Joint (via lifeinpoetry)