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Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh WolpĂŠ, from Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad;"On Loving"
[Text ID: "Do you know what I want of life? / That I can be with you, you, all of you, / and if life repeated a thousand times, / still you, you, and again, you."]
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âGrief, Iâve learned, is really just love. Itâs all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.â
â Jamie Anderson
âThe dynamic of friendship is almost always underestimated as a constant force in human life [âŚ], but no matter the medicinal virtues of being a true friend or sustaining a long close relationship with another, the ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor of the self, the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.â
â David Whyte, Consolations
what if everything is intentional. what if dancing with your friends matters as much as picking up groceries. what if you put color in your hair and a stranger feels seen. what if someone makes soup for you. what if tears are sacred. what if itâs all love.
Katherine Larson, from Radial Symmetry; âGardens in Tunisiaâ
[Text ID: âThere are days that walk through me / and I cannot hold them.â]
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from tender is not a bad word by k.c cramm
happy tuesday are we alive are we anguished are we experiencing a grief we think is too large yet, contradictingly, too small to discuss in simple conversation is spring treating you well are we making plans for the future or just the weekend
from love as an act of merciful conquer by silas denver melvin
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âLetters from Medeaâ- Salma Deera
ânobody but youâ by Charles Bukowski
nobody can save you but
yourself.
you will be put again and again
into nearly impossible
situations.
they will attempt again and again
through subterfuge, guile and
force
to make you submit, quit and /or die quietly
inside.
nobody can save you but
yourself
and it will be easy enough to fail
so very easily
but donât, donât, donât.
just watch them.
listen to them.
do you want to be like that?
a faceless, mindless, heartless
being?
do you want to experience
death before death?
nobody can save you but
yourself
and youâre worth saving.
itâs a war not easily won
but if anything is worth winning then
this is it.
think about it.
think about saving your self.
your spiritual self.
your gut self.
your singing magical self and
your beautiful self.
save it.
donât join the dead-in-spirit.
maintain your self
with humor and grace
and finally
if necessary
wager your self as you struggle,
damn the odds, damn
the price.
only you can save your
self.
do it! do it!
then youâll know exactly what
I am talking about.
Greg Kuzma, For My Wife
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âI had learned to find equal meaning in the repeated rituals of domestic life. Setting the table. Lighting the candles. Building the fire. Cooking. All those soufflĂŠs, all that crème caramel, all those daubes and albĂłndigas and gumbos. Clean sheets, stacks of clean towels, hurricane lamps for storms, enough water and food to see us through whatever geological event came our way. These fragments I have shored against my ruins, were the words that came to mind then. These fragments mattered to me. I believed in them.â
â Joan Didion, in The Year of Magical Thinking
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I hope you find someone who makes you feel completely and utterly seen in the most soul-healing way, someone who instantly vibes with you and makes you feel so loved that you'll wonder how you could have ever settled for less, how you could have ever doubted deserving the best kind of love. Someone who makes you laugh so hard your stomach aches with pure joy, and your heart feels luminous and weightless at the thought of them. I hope you find someone who makes you feel like you are magic, like fire surges through your blood when your fingers touch, like you don't want the hours in a day to end, like eternity seems too short to spend a lifetime with them. Someone whose mere presence brings deep comfort much like breathing again after holding your breath for too long, whose voice makes your heart go "!!" even on the cloudiest days, because it's them, and when you lie in their arms at night you need no other lullabye than the sound of their steady heartbeat because there's no safer place in the whole wide world. I hope you find someone who looks at you like you're the light at the end of a dark tunnel. You deserve that kind of love.
One Last Poem for Richard by Sandra Cisneros
December 24th and weâre through again. This time for good I know because I didnât throw you out â and anyway we waved. No shoes. No angry doors. We folded clothes and went our separate ways. You left behind that flannel shirt of yours I liked but remembered to take your toothbrush. Where are you tonight?
Richard, itâs Christmas Eve again and old ghosts come back home. Iâm sitting by the Christmas tree wondering where did we go wrong.
Okay, we didnât work, and all memories to tell you the truth arenât good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid.
There should be stars for great wars like ours. There ought to be awards and plenty of champagne for the survivors.
After all the years of degradations, the several holidays of failure, there should be something to commemorate the pain.
Someday weâll forget that great Brazil disaster. Till then, Richard, I wish you well. I wish you love affairs and plenty of hot water, and women kinder than I treated you. I forget the reason, but I loved you once, remember?
Maybe in this season, drunk and sentimental, Iâm willing to admit a part of me, crazed and kamikaze, ripe for anarchy, loves still.
