I Would Give Up All My Heartbreak Poetry For You.

I would give up all my heartbreak poetry for you.

A Writer’s Paradox 

Paola

Paola is tight brown curls and music note earrings. She is mismatched knee-high socks and thrift store band t-shirts.

Paola is sunshine smiles that crack you open and brown eyes that sew you back together. She is lilting music box laughter and the softest kind of surrender. She is a reminder that there is still good in this world, and that maybe I deserve some too. 

Paola has long since stopped asking me if I am okay but always makes sure I am before I leave. She is the embodiment of salvation, of mercy. She does not ask questions but instead makes the answer clear. She is from a softer place, a kinder era, yet belongs nowhere but here.

Paola is friends with father time and a favourite of lady fate. She is poetry's lover and muse. She is not the kind of girl who's presence demands to be written of. She is not the kind of girl that makes you feel something that compels you to take note of.

Instead, she is the kind of girl that poetry craves. That poetry unfurls itself for on the tip of every tongue who dare speak her name because Paola, is poetry material.

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Me Thinking About Shadow Me Being Released Today

did you know the wind won’t take your name back anymore?

I didn’t know how I was going to begin this - did you know the wind won’t take your name back anymore? I’ve learned that stars aren’t the only things that fall when silence closes the door between your heart and another shoveled spring. I would ask your tears what shape they prefer when midnight kisses the snow, but I know how many miles it takes to write a chapter on sleep. I’ve heard forgiveness talking, can you hear light too? can you taste the paint of the years we spent looking out the same window, but never planted a hand in the ground? I dream about tomorrow like each comma doesn’t take a breath from my smile, like your eyes aren’t drying roses hanging promises upside down on the corner of every mirror. if I could pause your heart on every I love you knitted along my skin, I would have another photograph of us. today wasn’t great..but then there was you.

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White Hair:

Jem Carastairs vs. Tarquin High Lord of the Summer Court 

Adding to my last ask. Do you have any tumblr writers you'd recommend?

There are so many under-appreciated writers on this platform but they are all so talented and it would be impossible to justly give credit to all of them. If you look up ‘poertry’ tags or ‘short poems’ or ‘slam poem’ or ‘poets on tumblr’ you’ll get so many great pieces and blogs to follow. As for fan fictions and short stories, their are plenty if you look up their tags. Also @writerscreed is a great platform to see a variety of pieces and people.