Day dreaming…

I dream of a day in which I wake
in arms longing to hold me.
I imagine myself drifting away, taken,
by the eloquence in which you delivers your prose.
I picture madness but in an organized fashion,
how this makes sense? I’m not yet sure.

I suppose by organization in madness
I mean that on days in which one
of us is taken by the demon
that keeps us writing poetry,
the other keeps one alive and awake.
The act of exorcism: drawing out-
pulling on the words ardently
until they’re ink splattered on paper.

I am a romantic,
and I’m also a writer
so out of fashion I will imagine you this way.
But the truth is I’d accept you even if it weren’t so,
as long as your heart feels like my own,
and your arms feel like home.

"Submissive in the sheets, feminist on the streets."

— One of the greatest things I’ve heard.

"And when she kneels before you,
more satin skin than silk and lace.
Head cocked like a firing pin,
with eyes as soft as a fresh bed of snow.
Her stance may be one of submission,
but she knows how to get
exactly what she wants.
And your resistance,
will play right into her hands.
Now tell me,
who is the submissive?"

— (via graciouswords)

(via graciouswords)

"

Poetry is being close to running out of words,
and devouring all sorts of texts,
so that one may find more.

Poetry is eyes burning red from lack of sleep,
it is force reading the Sunday paper,
and watching films highly claimed as inspirational.

Poetry is,
and because it is, so are we.
As poets, we poem, and poems poem poets.

Poetry is the artistic equation of
homicide and resurrection.
El poeta nace, pero también es creado.

"

— El que nace sabiendo es un milagro, Loraine Michelle (Lola)

(Source: pepsi-lola)

"

I will tell my daughter
never to join the parade
of souls
who think picking themselves apart
will make them a bit more lovable.


I will tell my daughter
to leave
wherever she is tolerated.

"

— Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via theijeoma)

(via theijeoma)

"they invite you
to come view
artifacts
stolen
from
your
ancestors
in their museums
as their ‘experts’
explain
your
ancient
Benin
kingdom."

irony 

Ijeoma Umebinyuo

(via theijeoma)

Tags: holy shit

"You loved him so shamelessly
even his lies became holy."

— Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via theijeoma)

(via theijeoma)

"Aren’t you tired of conversing with men who leave you examining the mirror for your flaws?"

Questions for Ada

Ijeoma Umebinyuo 

(via theijeoma)

"the summer when
the days stretched
&
as her body
became humid,
she discovered
another
can make her thighs
spill water."

woman being

Ijeoma Umebinyuo

(via theijeoma)

"

she said to her lover,
i know outside feels
like every ink
the universe
used to paint
your skin
is a mistake

but
these thick thighs
and these full lips
still knows
her king

she said to her lover
i know they have
tried to break
the man
away from you
calling you
everything
but human

but
i am your whole
i stood with you
through centuries
and i will not leave you now

so,

bring your bloody knuckles
i will wash them
yet heat the furnace
for us to fight again
i will guard you
on days
when you know
your manhood
needs to feel its
softness

she said
these legs
will carry you home
will feed you
and
i will sing you songs of
freedom.

"

your women

Ijeoma Umebinyuo

(via theijeoma)

(via theijeoma)

Tags: wow diary