a study of the soul:
Anonymous asked: anthea is such a beautiful name, and how well it suits.

ahh i’m gonna cry you are too kind!! 

July 30, 2014
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1. I wake before
the sun does.
Before it gets the chance
to light up the empty space
that sleeps beside me.

2. My shoulders have
stained themselves
with purple fingerprints
from all the nights I have
bumped into your ghost.

3. Arms stretched out,
I have learned to smoothly navigate
through the dark. Find
something solid to
hold on to. You see,
you slipped
through my fingers
like a sinking ship.

4. Arms stretched out.
Arms wide open. Just
in case you ever decide
to come back.

5. Fast forward
a week, a month, a year,
and I am still here.

6. You see,
I thought I couldn’t do it.
Couldn’t bear to live with
the empty space that looked
so much like you.
Look at me now.

7. If you knocked on my door today,
I would take in
your scent, your smile, your hands. But
it wouldn’t be the same.
What are you looking for? I’d ask.
This isn’t home
for you anymore.
Go home.


A.Y // on learning to live without you
July 30, 2014
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Anonymous asked: It's been over a year, I've been with three different girls and she's still on my mind every single day. She told me months after we broke up that the reason she left wasn't because she was going to be overseas and out of contact for a month but because she was told by someone she could do better. How do I forget her?

maybe you don’t need to forget her, maybe you just have to learn to live without her. 

Anonymous asked: `when you write, there are a lot of "you once told me" or "somebody once told me" this may come off as super rude, and I really don't mean to be, but do people really tell you these things or does it come more out of the flow of the writing? u write about love a lot,. u talk about the conversations you've had, the most recent one i read was "you once asked me if i had a name for the monster in my head" - do u really know these ppl, or is it a story? wish i had conversations like that *sigh*. :)

here’s the thing: i am not the persona in the poetry i write. i’ve never been in love but half of my poems are about (being in) love. the same goes for those conversations that are in my poems; most of them aren’t based on conversations i’ve had in real life. i just like to use those phrases :-)

July 29, 2014
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stormysaturdays asked: What do you think is the most powerful word you know?

this has been in my inbox for ages and i still don’t have an answer for this. i think every word can be powerful, it just depends on how much power you let it have over you. 

July 29, 2014
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tell me something about yourself // ??

July 29, 2014
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12:46 AM // 12:57 AM

i think, on some level, i write so i don’t forget. i have this fear that one day i’m going to wake up and not remember a thing about my life. i think a big part of who you are lives in those little moments in your life. you know, the ones that you look back on and think to yourself, damn i am glad to be alive at this time. every moment i have lived has been scribbled on paper ― an old receipt, a journal entry, a napkin. please don’t forget. i don’t ever want to lose the memories of how people made me feel. i think that’s important. even the times when everything hurts, it’s still something. something worth remembering, worth figuring out. so i write. i write these memories of mine into poems and stories because i don’t ever want to know what it’s like to be without them. write, write, write. for days with hearts as tight as fists, for days when it’s an open cage. until my fingers bleed the colour of a hundred suns. 

July 28, 2014
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With us,
it was always night ― the moon
hanging low in your eyes,
the stars on the back
of your hand,
craters on our skin
from all the times we
loved too hard.
We spoke the
language of bodies,
our sighs getting
lost in the
silence.

A.Y // 11:57 PM
July 27, 2014
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Typewriter Series #133

July 27, 2014
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canitouchurbutt asked: can we just take a moment to appreciate how the way you put words together makes me want to simultaneously hug everyone around me and rip my heart out of my chest?

hello amy u are my 1 true love, keeper of my heart, the bae above all baes 

Anonymous asked: you're kind of really really fucking amazing.

(i am kinda bad at texting people back) (and the other night i drunkenly ate all the strawberries that we had in our house)

July 25, 2014
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-Ology Updates

artcmis:

Hello, all, this is probably a better way of sharing info and needs.

Here I am, with one thing left to figure out before this whole thing gets off the ground: the theme. We’re doing this e-zine primarily through tumblr to raise awareness for all the amazing writers and artists who wouldn’t otherwise have a chance. And we want a theme that is fresh and new, one that no one has seen before.

Here’s our request: can anyone contact me and build a theme for -ology?

July 25, 2014
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Via: artcmis
Anonymous asked: The beauty of your poetry literally blows my mind. I was actually wanting some advice. I love writing, especially poetry, but I get tied down to the rhyming aspect of the art. Your poetry flows naturally, and I was curious if you have any tips, tricks, or books you would recommend that might unleash my creativity that is trapped underneath the rules and regulations of the rhyme. Thanks so much for your time!!

"Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t." - Rudy Akbarian

i have this deep love for free verse poetry. it’s my favourite form because you can do whatever you feel with it, and because it doesn’t restrict you, creatively, with rules of rhyme/syllable count/all that jazz like older forms of poetry. the way i see it, a poem is still a poem even if it doesn’t follow the ‘normal conventions’ of poetry. if you want to call your collection of words a poem, then it’s a poem. 

i don’t really know if i have any tips or tricks because i kind of do everything according to feeling - if it feels right to me, then i’m going to go with it - but i’ll just kinda explain my writing process? i don’t really ever think about using rhyme (unless it’s accidental) because it always restricts what i’m trying to say. i write everything as a story so when i start out a poem, i don’t think of it as a poem just yet. i think of it as a story i’m going tell, and then after, i focus on the specifics (like syntax, line breakage, stanzas, etc). while i’m writing, i always read my poems out loud. i think that’s really important in getting the flow right? my poetry professor always stressed that poetry is meant to be read out loud.  

i find just sitting at my desk with a pen and pad of paper, and just writing my stream of consciousness for 10 minutes or so really helps. it’s also always good to read tons of different types of poetry to get inspired! especially works by more modern poets. richard siken, warsan shire, andrea gibson, alex dang, neil hilborn, sarah kaye, rudy francisco are all poets whose works i highly recommend you read. (you should also check out the aspiring writers/poets i follow: here). this has been awfully long but i hope it makes sense and has helped you, even a little bit! 

July 23, 2014
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vapehur asked: When I'm having a bad day, my first thought is to come to your blog. Your writing fills me with a warmth like no other. When I read it, I feel good. I feel well and truly in love with the universe. You really are something special, never forget that.

my love, thank you. you are so important. let’s go on a picnic and we can lie on the grass and marvel at how in love with the universe we are. 

July 23, 2014
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Your words carved
bullet wounds into my chest
and the wolves that sleep
in the forest of my heart
howled as they bled
the colour of
nothing.
You once asked me
if I had a name for the
monster that lives in
my head.
I do, I said.
I named it after
you.


A.Y // a three letter word for the voice that haunts
July 23, 2014
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