bad day poem

Falling in love is like a car crash.
It takes two to happen at the right place, at the right time. 
And suddenly you wonder how this possibly happened?
If only I didn’t take the long way home. 
If only I wasn’t driving 71 mph instead of 70.
If only I didn’t take that extra minute to find the right song to play on the radio.
Could all this been avoided?

That’s how falling in love can be. 
You find someone without actually looking. 
You crash into them and all of a sudden, you realize every single choice you made in your entire life, whether bad or good, led up to this moment. 
This moment where the love of your life is standing right in front of you. 
And as you look into their eyes, everything just makes sense.

—  what does falling in love feel like? | Patreon | Instagram
I hate getting lied to yet I lie to myself every fucking day of my life.
—  The story of a hypocrite // Late night thoughts #60

anonymous asked:

poetry book recs, kind sir?

ooooooh YES!! 

ok so I’m going to leave out stuff that’s Too Obvious, which means a lot of this is niche (to me) or contemporary, and… I recently had a canary on twitter about how much ~*~modern~*~ poetry GETS MY GOAT. I’m reading a lot of New poets/collections this year purely because I… didn’t really read that much contemporary stuff before, and I thought I should branch out. (so far I’m dubious.) so, yes – obviously Plath, Blake, Hughes, Sappho, Eliot, Keats, Shelley, etc. etc. ad nauseum, The Greats, yadda yadda, here’s some others.

so far this year I’ve read (and ENJOYED - I’m not reccing the ones I wasn’t into/thought were pants, soz): 

  • Letters From Medea by Salma Deera
  • Grief Is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter
  • Hold Your Own by Kate Tempest (I actually LOVED this) 
  • Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics

I’ve also read and loved:

  • Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire
  • The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy by Tim Burton
  • The Curse of the Vampire’s Socks and Other Doggerel by Terry Jones
  • Love Poems by Carol Ann Duffy
  • Let Us Compare Mythologies by Leonard Cohen

my personal 10/10 all-time go-tos are:

  • Crush by Richard Siken (despite appearing on every single tumblr graphic between 2011 and 2013, it still gets me in the heart guts)
  • The World’s Wife by Carol Ann Duffy (which I have loved wholeheartedly since I was 17 years old)
  • pretty much any collection of Great War poetry: Up the Line to Death, Men Who March Away, Lads: Love Poetry of the Trenches (the Great War poets are my favourite. like, of all poetry, ever)

my favourite individual poems, as we’re on the subj, are: 

finally, a heads up: youtube literally anything by Brave New Voices, sit back, prepare to be Shook. ‘Transcript of Civil Rights’ by Shanita Jackson and Dakota Oder still DESTROYS ME five years later.

THERE YA GO. not much, but not nothing! enjoy!! maybe?!?

Day 1
I cried so hard my mother was scared to leave me alone. She called me from work every hour to hear me breathing.
Day 2
I only left my bed to go to class. Your best friend said you love me more than I’ll ever know.
Day 3
I was finally able to eat a meal without heaving it (and thoughts of us) up ten minutes later.
Day 4
Another girl said you asked her to hang out. I lost it right there in the middle of class.
Day 5
I laughed without you today.
Day 6
I cuddled with another boy but I couldn’t fall asleep in his arms. I went to the bathroom and cried my eyes dry at 5 am. I miss your arms.
Day 7
I posted a picture with the boy. You liked it and it made my stomach feel like knives.
Day 8
I typed a text to send you saying we’re not pregnant but I deleted it. It’s stupid but I wish I still had you to celebrate with.
Day 9
I didn’t think about you today and I swore I was cured. I think my mind was just playing a cruel trick on me.
Day 10
I wore a dress to school and you paused in the hallway to turn and look at me. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest.
Day 11
My brother asked me how many times I’m going to listen to the same song. He doesn’t know it’s your favorite.
Day 12
I wore your t-shirt to bed. It still smells like you. God I would bathe in that smell if I could.
Day 13
I opened up to my friends finally. No one can make sense of it. No one saw it coming. I wish I saw it coming.
Day 14
I went out of my way to drive past your house tonight. It gave me a feeling of safety, like the way I used to feel with my head on your chest.
Day 15
What shade of green are your eyes? I promised myself I would never forget them and god here I am. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.
Day 16
Picked up the phone to call you before class. I forgot I couldn’t do that anymore. Who’s supposed to calm me down in the mornings?
Day 17
I wonder who you call now to calm you down on nights when you can’t sleep.
Day 18
Somedays the doubt overcomes me and hangs in the air like a dark cloud. I think maybe you never really loved me, but then that makes the least sense of all.
Day 19
I brought your things back. You told me I looked like I was doing well and I know it upset you I didn’t turn to look back. Little did you know I left and went to our spot where I cried until there wasn’t a dry spot on the front of my shirt.
Day 20
I heard you replaced me and it scratched at my scars but I didn’t bleed.
Day 21
This was a stupid poem about a troublesome boy who held my heart in his palm and who loved me and who destroyed me. But I don’t need you to be happy anymore.
—  they say it takes 21 days to break a bad habit - @needumost

You deserve to be looked at as if you were the most precious thing in this world. Because you are.


I wonder what happened to the girl
who could throw her body off a cliff,
fall into the waves and float, flourish
in the feeling of other people and all
their skin, all their warmth and touch

because my body is so uptight nowadays
I can’t let go, can’t be free and certainly 
can’t let someone else untie the strings
that are binding all my inscurities
so close to my body- what a body.

is it even a body if it has forgotten
how to sag in the relief of an exhale
and what it feels like to float even if 
it will always be too scared to fall again.
and if it is, is it a body I want to keep?

—  this body || O.L.

You know the feeling.

Don’t pretend.

When your laying face down in bed

and screaming into your pillow,

or resting your head on your desk

and staring into space,

or cradled up against a wall

and shaking away the pain.

You know the feeling.

It’s like finding out you missed a spot

or finding fifteen missed calls.

It’s waking up three hours too early

and not being able to find peace again.

It’s being unable to say the words you want

or being unable to stop them escaping.

It’s being trapped

and caring too much

without caring enough.

What am I explaining this for?

You know the feeling.


reminder: you are allowed to have bad days/ when the rain comes down/ heavy heavy heavy/ never stopping/ only breaking for the roll of thunder/ the sharp crack of lightning breaking you apart/ and the pieces will be there tomorrow/ you can pick yourself up when the sun shines/ the humid air clinging to you like a long needed hug/ as the water evaporates from the pavement/ and the negativity evaporates with it

I don’t want to be spiteful
I wish I weren’t so rude
Goodness did I say that?
That was clumsy

I think they were in the way
Maybe they deserve it
What? What did I do?
Fuck you! And fuck you too!

I’m innocent
I know what you are doing
Have you got anything left to say
Who could love you?
You piece of shit
I’ll hit you
I’ll beat you
I’ll kill you

You know I think I’ll cut you
And you can fade away
Without pain
I told I didn’t want to be spiteful.