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Sometimes I feel like my heart is just like New York City’s night sky. Dark blue and starless.
We’re lying on the bed like crossroads, your head on my stomach. You’re reading a book whose name I’ve never heard of, I’m playing with your chestnut hair.
You’re all of the lights across the city, with your own dark alleys and the soft, warm glow of the streetlights spilled over the dark grey roads.
Your hands in mine are the intersections in this new city we’re building.
Too close, and we’re radioactive.
Too far, and the city cracks and the debris scatters itself over the emptiness of our ribcages.
Sometimes I feel like my heart is just like New York City’s night sky. Dark blue and starless.
And I don’t think I’d ever be as bright as I am, if it weren’t for you.
—  Tamarind Fall
Based off of @maxwelldpoetry’s quote.

We forget how fragile life can be. We take everything for granted (health, family, security, food, shelter etc.) until one day it goes away. Life is precious. Humans, what you have today, you may not have tomorrow. Rise (with love).
Love the ones, who have less, a little harder.
Hold the ones, who have less, a little tighter.

I’m only here for the laughter and love.
—  Once those disappear, I will too.//E.M.//8 words #88

Mark Akenside (9 November 1721 – 23 June 1770) 

English poet and physician. Akenside began publishing poetry as early as 1737. In 1744, Dodsley published his didactic poem The Pleasures of Imagination on the advice of Alexander Pope. (

From our stacks: Frontispiece “M Akenside. A. Pond, pinxt. J.H. Robinson, sc.” and inscription ‘For a Grotto’ from The Poetical Works of Mark Akenside. The Aldine Edition of the British Poets. London: William Pickering, 1835.

this summer wants you to do something different. be free. live life. create good karma by doing good things. laugh. cry. grow. sit under the stars and sing your favorite song in a big grassy field with a friend. a love.
it’s a chapter of your life ready to be written.
make it the most serendipitous one.
— 🍃

But then xyz came before abc
321 was the new 123
He loves me he loved me not
Those roses aren’t red anymore
They’d turn brown eventually, so I was taught

A world came crashing down
Upon arrival to the ground, upside down
Taunting,chanting, loudly replays that cliche “nothings ever as it seems”
I guess I didn’t notice until things fell apart at the seams

Did I have it in me to set things straight?
Maybe, could it be a new kind of fate?
Replacing what I knew for something new
Is there anything left I need to see through?

Something ending
Something starting
A continuation or two
What’s ended
What’s started

Attempting to glance over my shoulder
For once Im not getting colder
I think I’m getting closer
No time to think
Only time to swim or sink.

to the authors
who have helped me
fall in love with words:
thank you for
sharing a piece of yourself
with the world.
—  by shelby leigh

As a kid, I used to think love was when you thought someone was pretty and they let you hold their hand. I would send out the letters to every girl that caught my eye and I would wait anxiously for a reply. I carried that trend into my adult life–pairing myself with any pretty girl that didn’t find me repulsive.

So when you asked me when I knew I loved you. I was tempted to say it was when we held hands for the first time and I felt it in my gut, but it was seven months later, a week after I met your family, that double date with your best friend and her loud boyfriend. During one of his many stories, you reached for my hand under the table and smiled at me because you knew how irritated I was getting. I tried to master a smile back at you but my lips turned to concrete. I felt it like I had never in my life: butterflies.

All my life I’ve been building walls and towers so high you couldn’t see what was behind; my fears and insecurities. Perhaps that’s why I always looked for battles and challenges, even when there wasn’t any. I always looked for ghosts to fight and demons to shoot so I would keep myself busy. Then, you came along and you made it easy for me. You laughed at all my jokes, especially the terrible ones and made me special, safe. I couldn’t fight this and I didn’t want to because it was the best thing to ever happen to me. I knew instantly that you didn’t want to change that part of me which always looked for the hard path but you would encourage it, standing by my side. So that’s what love is, not the absence of a battle, but fighting together.

—  A collab between my immensely talented friend @writingbykawelwa & @giulswrites
I have fallen completely in love with you, I can’t stop falling, I won’t stop falling. I love everything about you, from your humor to your incredible smile. You have left your mark on every inch of my body as I have done to yours. I have been to all your favourite places as you have been to mine. I want more, I need more, I crave more of you.
—  Tenari Ioapo // I am yours and you are mine
The world won’t allow me patience to flourish.
—  When someone annoyingly asks, why are you not where you want to be.//E.M.//8 words #86