Poems are never just poems. They’re compensating for something. Here are the words I wish I had written in crescent-moon bite marks down your neck. Here are a hundred words for “stay,” and a hundred more for “please.” Here is how I hold a pen. Here is how the pen holds me. Here are my thoughts, over-steeped in empty fervor. Here is nothing and everything all at the same time.

Fragment 5, Kristina Kutateladze (via overwhelmington)

lunertics:

drew some not so very good hands but wrote out a part from a flawless poem by the one and only inkskinned who i am forever and always moved and outstanded by in the beautiful, powerful poetry which is never failed to produced by this fabulous tumblr user x

lunertics:

drew some not so very good hands but wrote out a part from a flawless poem by the one and only inkskinned who i am forever and always moved and outstanded by in the beautiful, powerful poetry which is never failed to produced by this fabulous tumblr user x