love.be.knot
Sunshine State; Anthropology + Predictive Health at Emory. I like turbulence, eating healthy, neat clothes, people of integrity with drive, hipster music, and productive new experiences.Posts tagged poetry.
You Learn by Jorge Luis Borges ›
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn
(Source: brainpickings.org, via malletmouth)
Fuck me like fried potatoes
on the most beautifully hungry
morning of my God-damn life.
I have learned not to worry about love;
but to honor its coming
with all my heart.
To examine the dark mysteries
of the blood
with headless heed and
swirl,
to know the rush of feelings
swift and flowing
as water.
The source appears to be
some inexhaustible
spring
within our twin and triple
selves;
the new face I turn up
to you
no one else on earth
has ever
seen.
-Alice Walker, Revolutionary Petunias and Other Poems
(Source: malletmouth)
Rambling Poet
I hate most of the poetry recited on Youtube. Although the messages may be great, I’m sick and tired of hearing different stories filtered through Lil Wayne’s High school metaphor encyclopedia (I love Lil Wayne though). It annoys me so much. I acknowledge that people experience broad ranges of emotion that may mirror and reflect similar circumstance, but it just irks me that most of the artists seem to have attended a “How To Recite a Painful Poem” class and just stopped there.
