"who would believe them winged
who would believe they could be

beautiful        who would believe
they could fall so in love with mortals

that they would attach themselves
as scars attach and ride the skin"

Lucille Clifton, from “Sorrows” (via proustitute)

creativedreadhead:

the poem at the end of the world
is the poem the little girl breathes
into her pillow   the one
she cannot tell   the one
there is no one to hear   this poem
is a political poem   is a war poem   is a
universal poem but is not about
these things   this poem
is about one human heart   this poem
is the poem at the end of the world

(via creativedreadhead-deactivated20)

"so many languages have fallen
off of the edge of the world
into the dragon’s mouth. some

where there be monsters whose teeth
are sharp and sparkle with lost

people. lost poems. who
among us can imagine ourselves
unimagined? who

among us can speak with so fragile
tongue and remain proud?"

Lucille Clifton, here yet be dragons (via notime4yourshit)

(Source: yesyes, via larebelde)