My Forever Mood

I'm tired of writing my own heaps of thoughts, give me yours, let the water flow from your mind, let me consume your convictions and let there be an amalgamation of ice cold water & fire.

-Anneshwa🌻

Your eyes play with my mind, like your fingers on a guitar strings. It creates a blooming symphony, and roots deep in my heart and grows up beyond the clouds.I thought facts don't care about feelings, But these feelings don't give a damn about the facts. My heart keeps waiting for an epiphany, it wants to be a resident of your 'not so vacant house', and wants to make it a home, a Paradise.

Anneshwa Paul

Competition kills the joy of the process.

Hieu Minh Nguyen, from This Way to The Sugar: Poems; "My First"

[Text ID: I won't tell you how I survived the wreckage. / This story doesn't leave the ocean floor.]

Susan Sontag, I, etcetera: Stories  

Female hands in paintings

Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “The Loop"

“It feels like rain. And it feels like the rain will feel like love.”

— Don Pomerantz, from “Looking for Love,” Tar River Review (vol. 59, no. 2, Spring 2020)

''I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion''.

- The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Mary Karr, in “Facing Altars: Poetry and Prayer”