Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 187

Do you think you could write a poem about ferguson?

I actually honestly don’t think I have the right to. My voice isn’t important in this scenario and I can do everything I can to support the movement but I think that black voices need to be amplified, they need to be given the stand in this case. I’m going to sit this one out in terms of poetry, I’m just going to keep reblogging stuff about it and actively keeping myself educated. 

"So this is how it ends: your love like a body bag, your love like murder, they’re asking..."

“So this is how it ends:

your love like a body bag,

your love like murder,

they’re asking you ‘what happened?’

you’re saying ‘officer, I don’t know how

but we were chest deep inside

of each other. Maybe this is

what happens when you tear

love out at the roots.’

They’ll look for witnesses next,

and ask the Earth how it feels,

listen carefully for the response

‘it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.’”

- Azra.T., “Love like a crime scene” 

"You can’t be sorry for who you loved. Don’t ever let them bend you backwards, don’t let them make..."

“

You can’t be sorry for who you loved. Don’t ever let them bend you backwards, don’t let them make you hard or bitter.

Somewhere inside of you there is rain.

Somewhere in your stomach, something beautiful is growing and it is infinite. Don’t let them try and take that from you. You are open and you are a flood, someday someone is going to want to die in you.

”

- Azra T. 

He's like a cold-hard-ice stone Azra. How can I soften him?

When I was young I spent a lot of time daydreaming about falling in love with someone cold and watching them soften because of my love. Now I want someone to come to me already molten and warm. Already there for me, already brimming. If I were you, I’d just leave him as he is. I don’t have the time or the patience.

Advice for an 18 year old messed up girl?

Messy doesn’t mean ugly. Messy doesn’t mean you’re never going to get it right. Messed up like how it looks to be human. You’re going to be okay. Everything about you is bright. Act like it.

"All your craziness was never just craziness. It was deep and it was necessary and it was in your..."

“All your craziness was never just craziness. It was deep and it was necessary and it was in your bones. You were a solar flare, so bright that even the sun couldn’t hold you. Love for you was never an ephemeral thing. You needed to touch it, feel it. You needed to cup it in your hands like holy bread, hold it in your lungs like holy air. Your doubt and uncertainty was never craziness. It was only human.”

- (via typewriterdaily)

tooruoikawa:the only reason you should be tired of hearing about ferguson is because you’re tired...

tooruoikawa:

the only reason you should be tired of hearing about ferguson is because you’re tired of white supremacist cops shooting and killing innocent black people

I want to talk to you. But I feel like I'm a bug and you're the garden...

STOP IT. You are not a bug and I am not a bug and I am not a garden and you are not a garden we are all just messy little humans trying to make sense of it all and most of the time we can only do it right when we’re doing it together

"It is three at night. I have something to say. You are so valuable. You shine out. You are a magic..."

“It is three at night. I have something to say. You are so valuable. You shine out. You are a magic star. You are a body of blood made beautiful. How I admire, sit back and adore you. How thirsty I am for that. How you feed me.”

- Anne Sexton, from a letter to Lois Ames dated 11 January 1969 (via teenager90s)

today i bullshitted my way through 4000 words worth of dissertation proposal, i’m going to...

today i bullshitted my way through 4000 words worth of dissertation proposal, i’m going to write a collection of poetry called “The Goddess Songs” for my final project (I hope), and I let go of someone who I loved very much but who wasn’t good for me.