Tag Archives: self-portrait

i am hunger…

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All night you waited for morning,
all morning
for afternoon,
all afternoon for night;
and still the longing sings.

—Ruth Stone—

 

 

A taste of you slipped
into me
like moonlight in a
locked church.

—Janet Lees—

not a bird or a symbol…

not-a-bird-or-a-symbol

… a woman burning.

 

 

 

 

What ache would you deny?
I celebrate
the wax and its sun, the wingless
skeleton,    my silt      my swoon.

— Katie Longofono —

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the final frontier…

I drank her silence
like liquor
and it destroyed
me the same,
but I fell for all of her,
hopelessly and endlessly.
My soul will always be liftedthe-final-frontier
when she walks into the room
and my blood will always dance
when her breath
passes through me.

— Christopher Poindexter —

alone with other people…

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Is anyone moved / by the plainness of raw skin anymore?

— Gabby Bess —

 

there is a crack in everything…

that’s how the light gets in.

favour upon favour…

Suck on me long and hard, leave a mark…

favour-upon-favour
a mark that says, “I was here.”

beauty marks…

behold and beheld…

for you to see beauty here
does not mean
there is beauty in me
it means there is beauty rooted
so deep within you
you can’t help but
see it everywhere

behold and beheld

― Rupi Kaur —

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