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Entropy Poetry & Prose
Or an indecent story, now—I could relish that. The older one grows the more one likes indecency.
From Monday or Tuesday by Virginia Woolf (via talesofpassingtime)
and her dreams are unmanned lighthouses

and her promises are shooting stars

and her sigh is a continent
creeping into the sea.
From What She’s Become by Lafayette Wattles
I was reading words
backwards—lover, almost
revolve, almost
and I couldn’t believe in things.
From Wound by Corinne Wohlford Taff
If I have loved, it is mostly
because that is what I have
called it.
From Wound by Corinne Wohlford Taff
When I no longer have your heart
I will not request your body
your presence
or even your polite conversation.
I will go away to a far country
separated from you by the sea
— on which I cannot walk —
and refrain even from sending
describing my pain.
Walker by Alice Walker

From The Blue Girl by Sungown (via fer1972)

I am the storm and I am the wonder
and the flashlights, nightmares
and sudden explosions
From What Else Is There by Royksopp
My soul is all fantasy, a voyager
and it is wrapped in a cloud of dancing folly
when the new moon ascends the dark blue sky.
From Words to My Mother by Alfonsina Storni
Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too,
just once. And never again. But to have been
this once, completely, even if only once:
to have been at one with the earth, seems beyond undoing.
From The Ninth Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke
Why then
have to be human—and, escaping from fate,
keep longing for fate?
From The Ninth Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke
I want you wanting me.
From Litany of Desire by StaceyAnn Chin
I come in too many flavors for one fucking spoon.
From Cross-Fire by Staceyann Chin
our cups are filled with new possibilities
other comic tragedies are yet to be conjured
let us push our injured carcasses toward healing
let us forsake this glut of obligatory feeling
threatening to leave us heavy and poisoned by our choices
From Red Meat by Staceyann Chin
We are less likely to kill each other
if we bleed in different zip codes
if we ration our intake of one another
From Red Meat by Staceyann Chin
Dying is sometimes faster
than the living
lessons have to be taught
lifetime after lifetime
From Red Meat by Staceyann Chin