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April 10 2015



Did I ever mention I fucking love visual poetry? Because I fucking love visual poetry.




wow is this ever relevant


Took me a second.


I love this so much.



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February 15 2015


October 15 2014


A limerick:





Doesn’t look like a limerick to you? Try this:

A dozen, a gross, and a score
Plus three times the square root of four
Divided by seven
Plus five times eleven
Is nine squared and not a bit more.


For Neptune

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October 13 2014


Tiny little gods on the tip of your fingers, you say
Tiny Almighty Figment in your top hat?
Omnipotent, OMNI? 



I’m all eyes and ears, it’s all I wish to be. 
Just a witness to this magnificence you claim all to be 
But I see you only one piece of this speck to be

Isn’t all this so lovely? 
Creator swelling up with the dark moon’s tide
Only so far free 
Fighting one’s own blood 
Because you still don’t feel free
Because you can never be free

We are bound to all of this and all of this is bound to us

I love all your tiny little “gods” as long as…


October 12 2014


Envy Is Like…

Envy is like a worm that keeps gnawing on your apple of a heart whenever you see someone else’s apple heart growing bigger.
It’s that fire alarm that keeps blaring. It’s the fire that burns your tongue when you see someone else lick an ice-cream.
It’s the chilling hailstorm in your lungs upon seeing others on a beach vacation. It’s the forest fire on your spine upon seeing others enjoying Winter Wonderland.

Envy is all the edits you’ve implied for your photo on Photoshop after a few references.
It’s a deathwish upon everyone better and luckier than you.
It’s the urge to throw a party for yourself during someone else’s celebration. It does not differentiate best friends from enemies.

It’s the flipside of Schadenfreude, it’s Gluckschmerz, It’s Neid.
It’s that persistent green unseen that keeps you awake at night.
Insisting that you focus on a negative thought while you try to distract yourself and think happy thoughts.

It’s the attention you suddenly need when someone gets attention, which is weird because you normally don’t need the attention.
It’s the venom spitting from your throat when you congratulate someone upon their achievements.
It’s that poison you keep drinking when you know it’s dangerous for you but you can’t stop because you’re addicted.

It’s too late, you’re addicted to it like it’s a drug. Like it’s life support when you obviously know it’s not. It’s more of a lethal injection disguised as life support. It’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

It runs through your arteries, it’s filling your bathtub, it’s slowly drowning you in your own house. It’s the feeling of VANISHING FROM EXISTENCE BY THE MINUTE when you DO, IN FACT, EXIST AND CONTINUE TO BE RECOGNIZED BY OTHERS FOR YOUR TALENTS AND KINDNESS WHETHER YOU’RE AWARE OR NOT.

It’s the river current you’ve fallen into
But instead of trying to cling onto a branch
You purposely drowned
And let it take your own life.

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October 11 2014


roses are red

violets are blue



versustoday (via zimmyfeels)
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October 08 2014



Because my cousin shared 3 rape experiences she had
And on all three occasions
She was wearing sweats and was brutally beaten

So there goes your excuse
That my tight dress was asking for it
It might have escaped your attention,
But I don’t wake up in the mornings,
And put on a skirt thinking,
Will this get me raped?
I don’t put on a tank top hoping,
Maybe this one will.


Because in school, they teach us that our bodies are offensive.

They pull us from classrooms
And hallways
Demanding if we have longer shorts,
Or even a sweater,
Reminding us that the boys are distracted,
That the boys go wild for a peeking shoulder,
Or the sight of a sun burned thigh,
Because their education is more important than ours.


Because white men in pressed suits,
Expensive watches hanging from their wrists,
Red faces glinting with arrogance,
Have more say over my body than I do.

Because those same men,
Quoting the Bible and fake statistics,
Have never shed blood,
As a twisted sacrifice for being a woman.

Because those same men,
Have never walked the streets,
Fearing for their lives,
Clinging to keys between their fingers like a lifeline
With pepper spray in their bags,
Ready for someone to feel entitled to their body.


Because when a man says no to us,
It is a fault in OUR character.
It is because we are not
Thin, tan, or perky enough for HIM.

Because when WE say no to a man,
Its still a fault in OUR character,
We are the cold, ruthless bitch,
Saying no to the nice guy,
Who offered to buy us a drink,
And Who complimented our hair.


Because a UCSB entitled nine-teen year old boy,
Can record a video
Of his plans to shoot down all the
“Blond bimbos who denied him his right,”
And then do so,
Only to have his actions excused by the media,
Claiming he was depressed,
Instead of admitting that male entitlement is dangerous.


Because I am done being silenced
And I am done being polite.
I am done sitting by
And watching
As a country hypocritically cries
Equality and justice
But doesn’t have equal pay
Lets men make decisions for a woman’s body
And blames the victim for the actions of a rapist.


Because our NO won’t be enough one day.


Because I wasn’t asking for it.


Because “Boys Will Be Boys,” is still an excuse


Because “Not All Men Are Like That,” is still a defense.


Because enough blood has been spilled.


Because I am sixteen years old, and I am so afraid, when I shouldn’t have to be.

W. R.

This poem was inspired by actual tweets from the #YesAllWomen trend on twitter. X
(via ileventeen)
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September 18 2014

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When reading this, I thought of Charlie Chaplin's "As I began to love myself". Here it is:

As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering
are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth.
Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody
As I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time
was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this
person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.

As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life,
and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow.
Today I call it “MATURITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance,
I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens
at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm.
Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.

As I began to love myself I quit steeling my own time,
and I stopped designing huge projects for the future.
Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do
and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in
my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.

As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for
my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew
me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude
a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.

As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since
I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.

As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worry
about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where EVERYTHING
is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.

As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me
and it can make me sick. But As I connected it to my heart, my
mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this
connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.

We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems
with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing
new worlds are born.Today I know THAT IS “LIFE”!

September 12 2014




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As an English teacher, this made me weep tears of awestruck joy.

I sang that in Jacksfilms' haiku melody
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September 11 2014

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i laughed so hard at the “i don’t know” and “something is wrong”

the twilight one is like abstract poetry

If you read it all together it’s like the most awkward, tense conversation ever.

"My name is Katniss Everdeen," I sighed. Nothing happened.

"I don’t know," he sighed.

Harry looked around, I shake my head and shrugged.

Harry stared. “I am seventeen years old.”

I frowned and he waited.

"My home is District 12."

Harry chuckled and said nothing. Now I wish I had.

I laughed. We looked at each other. I swallowed hard. He shrugged. Harry blinked and hesitates. I flinched.

He looked around. “I’m not really surprised.”

I took a deep breath, something he didn’t have last time. “Something is wrong.”

He didn’t answer. He stood up.


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August 28 2014



a sentence 
will always look
like poetry

if you 
hit enter
a lot

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August 13 2014



T. Miller - “The Other Black Man” (Rustbelt 2014)

"T. Miller has a lot of experience with the struggle of being black, gay, a woman, and dominant in Detroit. She’s lost many friends whose only crime was existing outside the comfort zone of people who don’t bother to learn that other people exist in the world who are different from them. And the stories of people just like her often get buried by our complacent media." (Quoted from Upworthy).

Real poetry about real issues.

August 10 2014

Listen up Jay-Z, this Muslim woman’s got something to say to you.

Poet Khalil Gibran wrote, “Music is the language of the spirit”—but what happens when that language tears our spirit down?

Muslim spoken word poet Madiha Bhatti didn’t like the objectifying lyrics she heard in contemporary music. Rather than simply switching off the radio, she wrote some of her own. Watch as she warms up, then tears it up at the :30 mark. There are so many snap-worthy moments in this, our fingers hurt..

Why does Beyonce have to crawl on all fours to top the charts? Does her husband have that problem?

No, he’s got 99 others.

Why hasn't she released an album yet? We need more POC-feminism rap songs in this world instead of the same old crapshiturd with cliche lyrics. And in this case her lyrics are packed to the brim with oh-snap moments XD

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June 02 2014

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My dash wanted to finish the poem.

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May 18 2014



This is a Generic Brand Video.
by Kendra Eash 


Our profits

are awe-inspiring.
Like this guy who’s looking up and pointing
At a skyscraper or a kite
While smiling and explaining something to his child.

Using a specific ratio
of Asian people to Black people to Women to White men
We want to make sure we represent your needs and interests
Or at least a version of your skin color
In our ads.

Did we put a baby in here?
What about an ethnic old man whose wrinkled smile represents 
the happiness and wisdom of the poor?

(via upworthy)

April 20 2014

Play fullscreen

Awful Religious Stereotypes? Shattered. By Two Girls And One Absolutely Stunning Performance.

March 06 2014


February 05 2014


Eye rubbing cooks, cooking turns to trust

Bosom shaped turns. Circular dynamics. Pleasurable endeavor. Pleasurise pressurised plagiarised endeavors.

Trust. Lust.

image source: http://www.sammlung-pabst.org/links/kuenstler/klien/klien11.htm

December 22 2013

A Haikuish Story just to pass the time without GMM


Once upon a time

Link was cry

But then Rhett bought him a pet Harley Morenstein

And they all lived happily evar bacon



m-r: I love the idea of R&L haikus!

November 17 2013

  • Tom Hiddleston reads “She Walks In Beauty” by Lord Byron (from iF Poems)

    She walks in beauty, like the night
    Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
    And all that’s best of dark and bright
    Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
    Thus mellow’d to that tender light
    Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

    One shade the more, one ray the less,
    Had half impaired the nameless grace
    Which waves in every raven tress,
    Or softly lightens o’er her face;
    Where thoughts serenely sweet express
    How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

    And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
    So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
    The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
    But tell of days in goodness spent,
    A mind at peace with all below,
    A heart whose love is innocent!

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