Do You Ever Realize How Badly You’re Going To Miss A Moment While You’re Living It? Like Wow, These

– Anne Carson, “Short Talk on Van Gogh”

there are some stains only a dark rain can make.

Stacey Waite, from “when someone asks if you believe what you just said,” the lake has no saint (Tupelo Press, 2010)

brain rain by .simstorm Via Flickr

maybe i have been thinking with my heart far too long rather than my mind and i have been speaking from my soul rather than my mouth and i have been seeing with my bones rather than my eyes and trust me when i say i love you more than the air i inhale

k.m (via fluohrine)

Black Lips is all about the boys who will straight up lie to your face; the poem kind of explores the early signs of a devastating explosion.

And what would we do, you and I, if we could know for sure that someone was out there, squinting through the dust, saying nothing is lost, that everything lives on waiting only to be wanted back badly enough?

excerpt from Don’t you wonder, sometimes? by Tracy K. Smith, Life on Mars (via: skinthepoet)

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

Bruce Adler (via wnq-writers)

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)