Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 58

5000letters:in this story, you are standing on a cliff-face made of amber waiting for her to come...

5000letters:

in this story, you are standing on a cliff-face made of amber waiting for her to come and find you. her letter tells you that she will meet you there but she is 34 years late and you will wait another 50 years for her. right there, where the earth meets the horizon and sings it your love song. the sky is lavender and the stars are falling like glowing raindrops, you are always falling and falling except the sea underneath has open arms and gathers you carefully in them, strokes your hair and whispers to you that love is endless and infinite and she will come. someday, she will come back for you, with her midnight hair and her droopy eyes, she will come and remind you that your stomach is full of butterflies, all bursting out of their cocoons at once. 

5000letters:i write you into every universe that i create and in each one you are full of some...

5000letters:

i write you into every universe that i create and in each one you are full of some kind of light

in this story your hair is purple. mine is yellow. our eyebrows are the same. we speak to each other...

in this story your hair is purple. mine is yellow. our eyebrows are the same. we speak to each other in song. i kiss you and i am sad but i mean it. somehow you know. somehow you leak a lifetime’s worth of music into my limbs and i am okay again. we plait fingers. we press our toes into our toes and think of that almighty softness. how it exists in both of us at the same time. how i swell endlessly and you reach hand first for me. not scared, never were. our eyebrows are the same. we speak our own language. we kiss with our mouths.

who is the publisher for your poetry?

Amanda Oaks, Words Dance.

"It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night,..."

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It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. If they don’t come back, you sleep in the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for yourself alone.

Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it doesn’t. We do not perish.

”

- Caitlyn Siehl (via lotsofpinkplaid)

I flew away from my love yesterday and was feeling pretty bad...

I flew away from my love yesterday and was feeling pretty bad except that the sky was big and endless and the clouds looked strange and soft and warm which is odd because they’re full of freezing water and every single person in front of me was looking out of their window because it was all unbearably beautiful and then I sorta felt alright

"I am ready to be every animalyou leave behind."

“

I am ready to be every animal

you leave behind.

”

- Ocean Vuong, from “Thanksgiving 2006,” Night Sky with Exit Wounds


(via lifeinpoetry)

"Sometimes I put my fingers in my mouth and chew on what they’ve done. Do you ever do that? Do you..."

“Sometimes I put my fingers in my mouth

and chew on what they’ve done. Do you ever

do that? Do you count the bricks?”

- Keetje Kuipers, from “Letter to an Inmate in Solitary Confinement” in The Keys to the Jail (via backshelfpoet)

"You haunt me still somehow, I’ve saved each word from you."

“You haunt me still somehow,    

I’ve saved each word from you.”

- Anna Akhmatova, from White Flock,  transl. by Andrey Kneller (Createspace, 2013)

   

"It always ends the same way,with you pinned under someone’s bodylike a butterfly crushed by a..."

“It always ends the same way,

with you pinned under someone’s body

like a butterfly crushed by a wheel. How

you chose your name knowing

there was no writing your own ending.”

- NATALIE WEE, EXCERPT OF “EPISODIC”, PUBLISHED IN APT MAGAZINE