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magicinwords · 2 months
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I'm so good at being alone until I remember what it's like to be loved, and then I'm aching all over again.
Lilyrainpoetry
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magicinwords · 2 years
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The person you think of despite their cruelty. The sun and its cruelty. How it’s kept its distance and kept us alive. Not needing to know anything about what we do with the rest of desire.
Alex Dimitrov, from August, Love and Other Poems
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magicinwords · 2 years
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I still think about dying. I do think about death. Or a day in childhood when I saw the only place I could live was here. Inside. So whoever wanted me had to come through the body. Which has rarely been beautiful to me.
Alex Dimitrov, from Waiting at Stonewall, Love and Other Poems
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magicinwords · 2 years
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I promise you, I was here. I felt things that made death so large it was indistinguishable from air—and I went on destroying inside it like wind in a storm.
Ocean Vuong, from Not Even, Time is a Mother
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magicinwords · 2 years
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Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.
E. M. Cioran, from On the Heights of Despair
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magicinwords · 2 years
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Why don't I commit suicide? Because I am as sick of death as I am of life.
E. M. Cioran, from On the Heights of Despair
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magicinwords · 2 years
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Why write love poetry in a burning world?
To train myself in the midst of a burning world,
To offer poems of love to a burning world.
Katie Farris, from Why Write Love Poetry in a Burning World
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magicinwords · 2 years
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This is love. It is a mass of ice melting. I can't hold it and I have nowhere to put it down.
Molly Brodak, from Molly Brodak
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magicinwords · 2 years
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Alone is the star I follow. In love & in solitude: alone is the home with the warmest glow.
José Olivarez, from February & My Love is in Another State
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magicinwords · 2 years
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The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.
Elie Wiesel
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magicinwords · 2 years
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It is no longer bitterness, nor contempt, nor even fear of uncertainty only a thirst . . . a thirst for something unknown that kills me.
Rosalia De Castro
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magicinwords · 2 years
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Sometimes there’s only a hint, a possibility. What’s magical, sometimes, has deeper roots than reason. I hope everyone knows that.
Mary Oliver, from Such Silence, Blue Horses
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magicinwords · 2 years
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I was born inside the folds of lilac, grew up on an orbit of lightning, and now live between light and grass. I storm and I waken, I gleam and cloud, I rain and snow. The hours are my language and daylight is my homeland.
Adonis, from Songs of Mihyar of Damascus, Adonis Selected Poems tr. by Khaled Mattawa
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magicinwords · 2 years
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Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that.
Maggie Nelson, from Bluets
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magicinwords · 2 years
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A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty.
Joan Didion, from The Year of Magical Thinking
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magicinwords · 2 years
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These people who have lost someone look naked because they think themselves invisible. I myself felt invisible for a period of time, incorporeal.
Joan Didion, from The Year of Magical Thinking
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magicinwords · 2 years
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They say follow your heart, but if your heart is in million pieces, which piece do you follow?
Unknown
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