#poetry meme

sentences from amrit brar’s shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed.

BOOK I: SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS

• ❛ holy fucking shit. just. holy shit. what the fuck. ❜
  
• ❛ nobody really knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time, and honestly they’re probably better off that way. ❜
  
• ❛ busy yourself with the affairs of the living, for once.. ❜
  
• ❛ the answer is no. ❜
  
• ❛ ohhh boy. you. fuck you. yes, you specifically. ❜
  
• ❛ delete your search history. ❜
  
• ❛ please practice blinking as others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation. ❜
  
• ❛ what did you ever do to deserve this? in all probability, something terrible. ❜
  
• ❛ you are a crayon. get out of the toolbox. ❜
  
• ❛ none will love the butcher. don’t take it too personally. ❜
  
• ❛ some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen. ❜
  
• ❛ take a long shower. wash your hair. wash the clothes you were wearing. wash the memories from your mind and body. ❜
  

BOOK II: ANGER

• ❛ frostbite is considerably difficult to heal from. ❜
  
• ❛ there is poetry in brutal efficiency. ❜
  
• ❛ HELLFIRE HELLFIRE HELLIRE. ❜
  
• ❛ people would take your raging far more seriously if you weren’t crying the entire time. ❜
  
• ❛ what made you so vindictive? ❜
  
• ❛ some bodies may be temples, but all are ruins at your feet. ❜
  
• ❛ your contempt will always taste like grief. ❜
  
• ❛ in the process your body is subsumed piece by piece. ❜
  
• ❛ you are the bone-deep fury of an abscessed tooth. ❜
  
• ❛ you are notorious for rubbing salt in the wound. cheap vodka in the wound. battery acid in the wound! ❜
  
• ❛ vehicular arson is not the answer. ❜
  
• ❛ hate is a verb. ❜
  

BOOK III: PETTY EXISTENTIAL CRISES

• ❛ the sooner you accept your impending expiration, the sooner you can stop trying to swallow the sun. ❜
  
• ❛ embrace the inevitable. snuggle with the inevitable. take the inevitable out to a nice, candle-lit dinner. ❜
  
• ❛ there are forces outside of your control. most of them don’t care for you. ❜
  
• ❛ when it all goes to hell just remember it’s what’s inside that counts (though many would not find you very appetizing). ❜
  
• ❛ not all things have significance, which is scary. the things you overlooked tend to have the most, which is scarier. ❜
  
• ❛ your teeth are only porcelain, your ribcage simply glass. like all delicate things, they can know no permanence. ❜
  
• ❛ in time you’ll learn that “just” and “right” only mean the same thing when they’re coming from very specific people. please don’t cry. ❜
  
• ❛ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. ❜
  
• ❛ sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places (what the fuck is it going between your teeth). ❜
  
• ❛ nothing can stay. ❜
  
• ❛ you can put all the flowers in your mouth that you fucking want, but dying is dying and rot is rot. ❜
  
• ❛ loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right. ❜
  

BOOK IV: RESOLUTIONS

• ❛ lay them to rest. ❜
  
• ❛ they are there, hovering nervously. you will watch the skies. you will wait. ❜
  
• ❛ eat the other. ❜
  
• ❛ there will be scrapes and sutures: viciousness and victory. ❜
  
• ❛ no loose ends. ❜
  
• ❛ a cacophony of awe and joy and terror. ❜
  
• ❛ an eye for an eye. a tooth for a tooth. a knife for the ribs. ❜
  
• ❛ you will not be swayed by the morally destitute. ❜
  
• ❛ decay will feed the bloom. ❜
  
• ❛ devour death like crows, for all the feathers between your teeth. ❜
  
• ❛ twisting/screaming/uncompromising. every inch. every iota. ❜
  
• ❛ once, answers were found in mouths, bathtubs, and bottles. this time around, get inventive. ❜
  

BOOK VI: AFTER THE FALL

• ❛ lies you have told yourself: your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ❜
  
• ❛ decorating your meltdowns is all well and good, but a trainwreck is a trainwreck and it might be time to get a paramedic. ❜
  
• ❛ they tell you “there i nothing to fear but fear itself,” but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ❜
  
• ❛ you may have been gutted but you mouth is soft, your tongue is silver, and your teeth are gemstones cut to size. ❜
  
• ❛ it’s less like biting off more than you can chew, and more like dislocating your jaw. ❜
  
• ❛ even spectres can tire. ❜
  
• ❛ seeing yourself for who you really are would be great if you knew where to start looking. ❜
  
• ❛ it pays to kill with kindness when you’re your own worst enemy. ❜
  
• ❛ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ❜
  
• ❛ your ego cannot afford cremation or caskets. ❜
  
• ❛ frequent tastes of your own medicine can get poisonous real quick. ❜
  
• ❛ self reflection is important! whether you like what you see is up for debate. whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ❜
  

BOOK VII: MAGICK

• ❛ you are a quiet god, and your hunger is cavernous. ❜
  
• ❛ at times your body is simply a prison laid in gold. ❜
  
• ❛ death, dust, party, repeat. ❜
  
• ❛ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ❜
  
• ❛ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ❜
  
• ❛ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ❜
  
• ❛ if seeing is believing you might be in some trouble. ❜
  
• ❛ suspend belief. expel fear. throw reason into a frigid cell, never to be seen again. ❜
  
• ❛ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ❜
  
• ❛ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ❜
  
• ❛ a mouthful of ashes bested by a life of smoke and mirrors. ❜
  
• ❛ what’s to be gained from the keeping the heaviest of treasures behind your teeth? ❜
  

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Literary Sexts is a modern day anthology of short love poems with subtle erotic undertones edited by Amanda Oaks & Caitlyn Siehl. Hovering around 50 contributors & 124 poems, this book reads is like one long & very intense conversation between two lovers. It’s absolutely breathtaking. These are poems that you would text to your lover. Poems that you would slip into a back pocket, suitcase, wallet or purse on the sly. Poems that you would write on slips of paper & stick under your crush’s windshield wiper. Poems that you would write on a Post-it note & leave on the bathroom mirror. Treat yourself, a crush or a lover with this lush gift!

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I will be providing select short, sometimes edited, poems for a texting/”sexting” meme, but not the whole book itself.  If you enjoy the poems provided, please support the collection whether it’s the first volume or the second.   Or look into the works of the various contributors and see if anything else they’ve written is to your liking!  

Feel free to add to and/or edit these sentences to better suit your needs—but remember, many of these work best in the context of texts and/or love notes instead of spoken dialogue.    —Lizzy.  

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• Mark me like a passage from your favorite book, then open me there again and again.
  
• My skin is full of flowerbeds and you know every way to make them bloom.
  
• I am tracing the knobs of your spine like the map of my favorite continent. You are all the places I haven’t visited yet and I mark each one off with my teeth.
  
• Your hands unzip me one breath at a time; there is not room beneath my skin for all of you and I spill over the edges with a sigh.
  
• You take apart my heart in pieces with your mouth, but the splash of your tongue against mine feeds it back to me. It tastes sweeter coming from you.
  
• You opened your mouth and spoke the language in my blood.
  
• You kiss me and there aren’t sparks. There’s an entire orchestra in my chest, playing staccato on my heart strings.
  
• My hands are nomads, my dear desert. May they never find rest.
  
• Being small things, we understand this as our humble attempt at thunder, at setting the world to shake.
• Delicate work. Like peeling kiwis. My tongue across your skin. Mellow flesh against my lips. Your taste always in my mouth.
• How a storms needs to feel the earth how the earth wakes to the pelt of rain how the ground is quenched is how I need you… 
  
• My hands were glaciers I never dared to move freely, my fingers icicles. Your touch thawed me to excavation. I want to dig into your warmth.
  
• Kiss me like white bread, stick to my teeth even after the whiskey. I want memories of your mouth lodged beneath my tongue to wake me at two in the morning, hungry.
  
• I want you next to me, in my bed, your clothes making friends with my floor. Love me hard enough so we wake up the neighbors.
  
• Your hands peeling that onion, thumbs and forefingers pulling skin from skin—they are sacred. Let me kiss them. Let them bless my sinning chest, let them peel my lips apart.
  
• I don’t want to be your harmonies anymore; I want to be the melody you scream when your heart is starving for love. I want to satisfy your hunger.
  
• Show me the parts of you that nobody else ever wanted to sleep with. Show me it all with the lights on.
  
• You, darling, are Vesuvius. I won’t see you coming. Erupt. Wreck me. Leave me ashes leave me Pompeii, leave me outlined into your history forever.
• It’s not so much that I want to kiss you. I want to relearn vocabulary words from the shape of your mouth. All my poems are yours first.
• Kiss me blossoms in the summer, lover. I want to taste the succulent sweet of your peach tree smile. This time let Adam take the fruit from the garden.
  
• Surge into me as a downpour, as the pounding waterfall which makes swollen rivers flood, as the sea.
  
• The happy ending to this night: you tug my hair and lightly brush your hand across my lap. Don’t forget how resilient I am and how I would bend for you.
• Even my lungs are in love as we breathe together.
  
• I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.
• The gentle friction of your hand on my thigh is enough to strike a match inside me. I lean into your lips and the fire blooms and spreads.
  
• You are an undiscovered continent. I trail my fingers down your mountainsides. Ten explorers digging for buried treasure, I want to take it all.
• My body is a gospel and you are my first quivering hallelujah. Your breath leaves your mouth like a prayer and washes over me like faith.
  
• My hands are hungry for your flesh, desperate in the way that rivers empty themselves over waterfalls.
• I peel back your skin to see if we have the same scars. I follow the map of your veins back to your heart and press my palm against yours to tangle our lifelines.
  
• I hope to breathe in you. I hope my body will be the blood your roots drink.
• We commit sins in holy places, fold ourselves between pews like dirty pictures tucked into a bible. Pant each other’s names until they sound like scripture.
• My tongue collides with your collarbone like a meteor careening across the cosmos, and I taste the stars you are made of.
  
• You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.
  
• You, benevolent god, legs splayed like instruments of creation. I, blank slate of the universe, kneel in wait for you to fill me with your hot, honeyed light.
• My hands are suntanned tourists without a map whose desire compels them onward to explore your golden cities by the light of the stars.
  
• The moment between your thighs where I become a devout follower of your existence. That hour which passes in slow seconds of soft skin, as I lay my head against you, drifting, drowsy with love.
  
• Your grin is a flash of primal fire in the dark. Somewhere deep inside me, something hungry wakens and shifts, uncurls its insatiable tongue.
  
• I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.
  
• You till the soil of my need, my lips a blood-red flower bursting open with the first wet flush of your heat.
  
• When it comes right down to it, all that nonsense about hearts syncing up feels like a hallelujah with our bodies pressed together like praying hands.
  
• Every time, you peel back my skin, pry open my ribs, and feast on my insides. Every time, you make a meal of my heart, and every time, I let you.
  
• You’re not one for poetry or sentimentality, so I’ll just say that I’ve dreamt of being the motor oil trapped in the grooves of your weathered hands.
  
• I ache for your hum between my legs, the purring of motorcycles on winding highways: wind in my hair, and romance in losing myself to the sweet, revving vibration of the engine again and again.
  
• You smile and it’s like sunrise. Something inside me Wakes up, stretching.
  
• I float away in cool sheets against my burning skin, and you are the sea guiding me beyond the realm of earthly things.
  
• My lipstick spills over your mouth and trickles down to your chin, your neck, pooling into your collarbones. We love like crushed grapes in wine country.
  
• You’re kissing a wildfire up my thigh and I am tracing the landscape of your jawbone like a sculptor. My hands were made for this.
  
• The rush you give me: The way a blade of grass must feel when splashed with a cloud’s cry after days of screaming for rain.
  
• We are the fall of Rome, all fire and fighting. We collapse into each other like the pieces of the Parthenon, kissing like gladiators, loving like rebuilding.
  
• You creep into my head like a river rushing for the sea & a cosmic digit of fingertips flash over me.
  
• You are pressing against me like I press flowers against the pages in my book. You are kissing my neck and it feels like the start of forever. I want to touch you until my palms burn.
  
• The wet of your mouth rains down my neck like frame, the soft heat of your tongue burns the apple in my throat. We are practiced at this love that asks angels to cover their eyes and turns devils shy.
  
• I melt into the gentleness of your fingertips. Your tongue presses me open like the summer fresh flesh of a perfectly ripe fig, all juice, seeds and pulp.
  
• The small of your back is refuge, is veldt, is summer heat. And I am predatory snarl.
  
• I can’t brush out the taste of you; coffee breath, cigarette smoke, and all. Mouth to mouth; Our shared vices linger on each other. Your salt still lives in my tongue.
  
• I’ll take you quiet as the bones in your closet, love as softly as a whisper. Holding your tongue like a secret.
  
• You smiled and lit up like the dusk. I sank to your lips like the sun against the horizon. We made the day stand still.
  
• I want to kiss you until you melt into me, ice turning to water. I want to drink you deep, and warm you from the inside.

. . (   sentence  starters  taken  from  /  inspired  by  volume  one  of  ‘ soft thorns ’  by  bridgett  devoue .  triggering  themes  may  be  implied .)

❛  you  are  the  brave  one .   ❜
❛  you  make  me  brave ,  &  i’ll  forever  be  grateful  for  that . ❜
❛  i  was  born  with  wide  eyes  &  a  fragile  heart . ❜
❛  i  feel  everything  so  deeply .  ❜
❛  i  am  not  yours .  ❜
❛  you  never  asked  if  i  wanted  a  guest .  ❜
❛  this  is  why  no  one  loves  you .  ❜
❛  beauty  does  not  solve  problems .  ❜
❛  someone  once  told  me  they  were  scared  of  the  truth  in  my  eyes .  ❜
❛  i  don’t  remember  love  as  a  child .  ❜
❛  a  fantasy  in  real  life  is  also  known  as  a  lie .  ❜
❛  i  was  eager  to  prove  i  was  good  enough .  ❜
❛  scars  may  fade ,  but  they  last  forever .  ❜
❛  i  always  scared  everyone  away .  ❜
❛  i  kept  this  dream  hidden  away .  ❜
❛  i  used  to  think  love  wasn’t  for  me .  that  i  wasn’t  worthy .  ❜
❛  your  love  is  like  an  exorcism .  ❜
❛  you’re  the  one  who  reminded  me  i  have  a  pulse .  ❜
❛  there  is  an  unspoken  truth  between  us .  ❜
❛  i  crave  you ,  even  though  i  know  you  will  destroy  me .  ❜
❛  you’re  just  standing  there  watching  me  burn ,  wearing  that  crooked  smile  of  yours .  ❜
❛  i  know  i’m  not  perfect ,  but  i  felt  pretty  damn  close  to  it  when  i  was  in  your  arms .  ❜
❛  in  another  lifetime ,  we  have  definitely  done  this  before .  ❜
❛  i  never  thought  i  would  be  a  good  mother .  ❜
❛  i  want  to  love  you  back  together .  ❜
❛  we  have  this  divine  bond  between  us .  divine  in  the  way  that  it’s  certainly  not  from  this  lifetime .  ❜
❛  my  soul  craves  a  love  that’s  undeniably  real .  ❜
❛  i  want  to  experience  why  we’re  here  on  earth .  ❜
❛  i  want  to  tell  you  everything .  ❜
❛  hell  is  watching  something  that  was  your  everything  slip  away  &  not  being  able  to  do  anything  about  it .  ❜
❛  i  can  tell  that  when  i’m  with  you ,  you’re  with  her .  ❜
❛  why  is  it  that  everyone  can  see  i’m  suffering  but  you ?  ❜
❛  let’s  pretend  like  we’re  friends .  ❜
❛  it’s  so  painful  to  talk  to  you ,  because  i  just  remember  everything  you  turned  out  not  to  be .  ❜
❛  i  don’t  know  how  to  fall  asleep  anymore .  ❜
❛  are  you  pretending  to  forget  me ,  too ?  ❜
❛  i  can  still  close  my  eyes  &  trace  every  curve  &  dip  of  your  soul .  ❜
❛  those  who  don’t  believe  in  ghosts  have  never  had  a  broken  heart .  ❜
❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful .  ❜
❛  i  know  i  should ,  but  i’m  not  ready  to  give  up  your  memory .  ❜
❛  i  never  told  you  how  much  you  hurt  me .  ❜
❛  i  keep  falling  in  love  with  souls  that  feel  like  yours .  ❜
❛  being  alone  was  never  hard  before  i  met  you .  ❜
❛  you  must  think  i’m  crazy  for  missing  something  i  never  even  had .  ❜
❛  i’m  lonely ,  but  i  don’t  want  company .  ❜
❛  you  walked  away  far  too  easily  for  me  to  believe  it  was  ever  really  love .  ❜
❛  you  never  loved  me .  ❜
❛  when  you’ve  been  fed  lies  for  so  long ,  you  eventually  lose  your  appetite  for  love .  ❜
❛  i  have  nothing  left  to  say  to  you .  ❜
❛  you’ll  never  know  all  the  ways  i  died  for  you .  ❜
❛  ‘goodbye’  is  easy .  everything  after  that  is  the  hard  part .  ❜
❛  even  though  you  turned  out  to  be  a  liar ,  within  me  grew  a  love  that  was  the  most  pure  &  honest  thing  i’ve  ever  known .  ❜
❛  nothing  was  ever  easy ,  but  maybe  that’s  the  beauty  of  it .  ❜
❛  i  am  everything  that  you  are  not .  ❜
❛  love  is  a  necessary  tragedy .  ❜
❛  there  are  people  who  don’t  want  you  to  heal .  ❜
❛  remember :  you  are  not  their  prey .  ❜
❛  you  have  more  power  than  you  know .  ❜
❛  the  most  dangerous  thing  we  can  do  is  forget  how  to  feel .  ❜
❛  you  will  be  safe  in  the  right  hands .  ❜
❛  love  makes  us  immortal  in  the  hearts  of  others ,  but  mortal  in  our  fear  that  it  could  all  be  gone  someday .  ❜
❛  we’re  only  haunted  by  the  things  we  refuse  to  accept .  ❜
❛  we  are  not  born  broken .  ❜
❛  time  will  either  heal  you  or  kill  you .  ❜

from the first 70 pages of “whiskey words & a shovel” by r.h. Sin

•  “ you’re so used to being mistreated. ” 
• “ you’ve gotten so used to being hurt that happiness scares you. ” 
• “ who robbed you of innocence? ” 
• “ who was your first? ” 
• “ and the saddest part of all? you’ll cling to the good memories, as if there were any. ” 
• “ the pain will always be there. ” 
• “ so many people are setting the bar really low. ” 
• “ you get what you allow. ”
• “ i was never what you wanted. ” 
• “ i was just the one you settled for. ” 
• “ you’re an experience. ” 
• “ meet me here. ” 
• “ you were never the one. ” 
• “ this was never love. ” 
• “ you were simply necessary. ” 
• “ i had to be hurt by you. ” 
• “ i hope you find what you’re looking for. ” 
• “ i hope you find the truth. ” 
• “ and that’s how they control you. ” 
• “ our version of living feels more like death. ” 
• “ i understand you. ” 
• “ i was forced to survive in your absence. ” 
• “ i was faced with the realization that I never needed you. ” 
• “ you’re always apologizing. ” 
• “ one day I’ll stop listening. ” 
• “ we grew apart.” 
• “ we stopped trying. ” 
• “ i’m trying to get better. ” 
• “ i’m trying to get better at walking away from unhealthy situations. ” 
• “ i struggle with the idea of anyone loving me unconditionally. ” 
• “ sometimes I wish you waited for me. ” 
• “ i got tired of going through the same shit with different people. ” 
• “ it’s not your fucking fault. ” 
• “ you can’t change a man. ” 
• “ the thought of being in love is blinding. ” 
• “ bargaining using sex.  either way you get screwed. ” 
• “ the memories hurt the most. ” 
• “ sometimes i get tired of thinking about the things that i don’t want to think about. ” 
• “ sometimes i get so fucking tired. ” 
• “ tonight, you’ll be the death of me. ”