I Am Trying To Learn How To Give And Foster Forgiveness In A Body That Wants None Of It.

One does not find solitude, one creates it. Solitude is created alone. I have created it. Because I decided that here was where I should be alone, that I would be alone to write books. It happened this way. I was alone in this house. I shut myself in—of course, I was afraid. And then I began to love it. This house became the house of writing. My books come from this house. From this light as well, and from the garden. From the light reflecting off the pond. It has taken me twenty years to write what I just said.

Marguerite Duras, Writing (via mythologyofblue)

Puerto Vallarta, MX.

just booked flights & tix to Lorde’s concert in Germany with my best friend slash neighbor. it all feels idyllic. 

                                            I leave this out too                   how I still defend him how a wound                like that           over a decade              becomes a kind of heart

— Hala Alyan, from “Cliffhanger” published in The Offing

Way.

Ph:DanSpb

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air

Sylvia Plath, 1962 (via: skinthepoet)

NEW POETRY!

some weeks ago, my line breaks woke me up before sunrise. they pinched my temples while whispering in my ear: stop caging us in your dark corners, we’re much more than that. 

& they’re right; ever since poetry found me trying to escape the wild beasts in my heart, i’ve been keeping them in the back of who i am. shouting to the world this is all of me but please don’t look at that. i can’t do this to my saver. my haven deserves to be honored. 

i’m skin the poet, a writer putting it all out: poems, thoughts, line breaks & rhymes. my shortcoming & my light. all for you. I’m here for other poets out there, to engage in a world with you. please feel free to comment on my works or link me your own poetry. 

love  xx 

@skinthepoet

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)