Hanif Abdurraqib Interviewed By Ruth Awad: Joy Is Not Promised To You

Storm.

We create them.

With a web of lies,

And fake cries.

Then we sigh

When we are too high,

With all the water

Above the head.

We weep again this time

With real tears instead.

But the storm can't be stopped now.

Its no use to keep wondering how?

And so its starts to rain.

And so we regret everything

But all in vain.

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“I wrote poetry, I befriended the ghosts inside”

— (via michaelbogild)

“My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart.”

— Rabindranath Tagore

Why can't friendships be just about having a good time together?Sometimes it's the circumstances or it's people simply changing but for a while you were understood, someone laughed along at your stupid joke and someone could relate to you. Why isn't that enough and so when it's time to leave, we leave without the promise of forever because we already lived forever in those moments.

I like art that depicts women not posing seductively or gracefully but simply existing as human beings.

“Your mind is a garden, plant flowers, not weeds. / Your thoughts are like water, as clear or murky as you allow them to be”

— (note to self)

Don't be shy, gift me a book and press a flower between the pages ;)

Imagine lending books to someone and they sent you flowers pressed in between the pages.

Simply imagine being a poet's muse.