irrelevanceisbliss: I hope I haven’t dimmed your stars, dressed your dreams in doubtful garb and led them to the great ravine of thoughtful epiphanies, left unseen by the eyes of the observer; both timid man and fearless warrior still ought to have their futures bright with hope to guide us through this life.
Sun and fresh air
My time away has been magnificent. I watched the sun disappear over the horizon and the stars appear one by one. I can not imagines life unlike this one. 3 more weeks until I am home. I can not decide if I am excited or upset. Time holds all secrets. So we will see.
5 days until pure exhilaration. I am glad i waited until now to do this. Things would not have been the same otherwise.
What Was Meant By Making Them
lincolnneal: soon it is dry. isn’t that the way one makes with rain a story. and who writes puddles ants swim in but let them escape now and then with wet feet they dry under an awning with a friend’s antennae who is very sweet? when dry ants build sand dunes and sugar into towers for the wind and the rain to test what was meant by making them
Pillow Talk... →
shutupmomm: In my 19 years, i still have memories that arise as my head hits the pillow at night. 1: Long walks at night, in the Watauga Light park with an old friend, Hope. 2: Talking about the future with Paul, while sitting on our favorite bridge, feet dangling, just skimming the water, and watching the… Most of my memories pertain to you.
My lips are sealed
The words, they come and go. They linger on my tongue.
These are my confessions.
This is going to be the hardest thing i ever have to do, Got me talking to myself, asking how i am going to tell you, about that chick i told you i was creeping with, she said she is 3 months pregnant, and she is keeping it. First thing that came to mind was you, second thing was “how do i know if it is mine?” And “is it true?” Third thing was me wishing, that i never did...
poetry only goes so far.
sinandserotonin: I keep trying to them that I am more than my words— look at me but not at me, in me, look inside me past the sleepless nights and the desperation that depression breeds but in the end I am speaking words because I cannot speak soul.
consciousperspective: Always running away from a single memory many variations of uncomfortable like sticky wet, heart beating in stomach fingers under floorboards like that He has a single body with many variations of kind all of them sick and surface like cracking paint chips you wrote me a poem on one “yellow blast” no more debts you owe me nothing, but again I bargain for you to sleep next...
These colors are surely not the best
I spied on a friend’s conversations, to find that today was the day she gave up. I have been waiting for this day for years. I only wish that it had waited.
At some point i believed that i was allowed and in the right to judge those around me. To pick who was my friend, based on; not if they were good people, but if they were cute and if they were funny and today was the day i sat down and reflected on myself. I realized that i’m alone, because i isolated myself and i pushed away good people, because they were not as beautiful on the outside as...
I am afraid that i lost myself.
It has been hard leaving, so many times that i have had to say goodbye, to those i love, to those who loved me. I was never so scared to be alone, until the moment that i was. And when i get your calls on the phone, i remember what i left behind. The nostalgia grows inside me, making you despise me. My heart rips within my chest, reminding me that you were the best.
I think the truth is going to hurt you.
If i only could make a deal with God, to get him to swap our places. I would be running up that road, running up that hill. If i only could. You do not want to hurt me, see how deep the bullet lies, unaware that i am tearing you asunder. There is thunder is our hearts. You and me, we won’t be unhappy.
She said,"I do not know why you would ever lie to...
It is because I’m a little bit dirty. I have been cheated, I have been wrong, and i can not change. I would give anything for the opportunity to take you for granted. Just wait a minute, things kind of fell apart, do not rush this. I want to push you around, I want to drag you down, and i will.
sinandserotonin: shock me into breathing cold on my skin one two three clear air inhale stinging breath defribillator to the senses I stuck my hand in the snow and very nerve was screaming I had never seen so much blood so close to the surface of the skin without spilling
You can not keep a secret or more than an hour
The more she ignores me, the more i adore her. What can i do? I would do anything for her.
Baby, your time is running out
This time, i will be bullet proof.
A distant love
Don’t let the miles between us Keep our love apart Just listen close and you will hear The beating of my heart No distance, will ever keep My heart from loving you There are no more tears for it to weep For a love that runs so true I’ll be there with you one day soon To love you everyday And then my heart will sing a tune And you will hear it say I’ve finally found my one true...
You and me, any day
I am in love with a character, faceless, whose words penetrate my heart, making my mouth speechless, making food taste tart. I imagine you. I can feel your smile, rest upon my face, and i can feel your warmth, the gentleness of your embrace. Though miles come between us, and distance keeps us apart, nothing can ever change, the love inside my heart.
I hate myself for hating her
Today was the first day i slept in our bed, alone. I still consider that bed ours, despite you not ever coming back to reclaim it. Remember, my heart is still yours, but my mind keeps it on a leash, because the way we were living, we were like animals. And before i can release my heart, i need to let it heal, and time is the only medication, that can stitch a broken organ.
You are the best
I remember those moments when my friend and spent 2 weeks house hopping. We spent our days and nights at parties. Jumping from house to house. And when the parties ran out for the evening, we would find the closest friend’s house to spend the night at. I miss those nights. Walking from house to house, no vehicles, no drama, no trouble, so many drugs, and talks that still lay in my memories,...
Fire Followed Her.
matthewpasquarello: she came into the room and fire followed her, the heat was tremendous we shielded our eyes spilled our drinks rubbed our eyes against the current of the heatwave bouncing off the walls and ceiling and floor and knocking over the chairs you could tell she fucked like a demon with the face of an angel and the body of something out of an art history class she burned us alive
Sleeping with Sirens
As i talked to a friend today, one that, in my mind, has no face, i held my tongue as i tried to say, “i want to quicken your heart’s pace.” And now that your name, no longer residing on my screen, left a me in silence and shame, I’ve come to see the scene.
Overlooking my past
I was looking for you in the burning echoes of these cigarettes. I was searching for your body, in the holes in this skin. I found you in an empty corner of a crowded room, searching for someone, as I was searching for you.
rakuli: If I could just lose a bit of weight, gain some more it would great. Nose is a little long, it is too short it is wrong. I want my teeth to be whiter, ...
This was originally written with fountain pen—curséd sink leaking cursive ink. Something about floods frustrates storms under the skull. No one gave the writer an advisory warning. The letters have been straightened to hide the passiō of poïesis. No one will guess this. Instead of building an ark, he writes how his humanity drowns for your viewing pleasure. At least silence your phones.
the sound of silence
Hello darkness, my old friend I’ve come to talk with you again.
looking up from underneath.
I tend to hurt those around me, I tend to leave ashes behind my steps, I always thought my love would be more free, that there would be more time left. It was all a lie.
Sand Dollar: Treasure →
sanddollarpoems: You waited on a precious gift Something to call your own You waited while doing damage To the flesh you called a home You waited and you pined Crying in your solitude Wishing for a small thing Someone who’d love you You waited until the day You gave up on your dreams Letting all you care…
Fruit of the Muses: Collapse →
flightedd: Clouds bloom soft melancholy, Curing this jaded place with crooked hands— A sudden pressure change As they rest upon my burdened shoulders. The sun lets go a sallow glow. Through the gaps she reaches out Into half-reaped furrows. Careful of your step, It is the sunbeams, condensed That…
Raise The Curve: Instruction In The Art →
People speak of love as if it were a game. Hearts play for keeps, my friend. Win, and you never have to play again. Fail, and life will never be the same. Set the board with pieces of your heart. Grab a chair and choose opponent. No need for a clock—take your time. Years will pass before…
.These Are The Secrets We Keep.: .We. →
The you I knew was such a funny thing, all brown eyes long hair knees and knuckles. Always with a candy in your pocket a crayon in your hand and something you’d just imagined and forgotten. The you I knew was such a silly thing, with solemn eyes and wild dreams ready to convince me a parking…
irrelevanceisbliss: I don’t know how I feel about Heaven but I know I feel weightless in your arms, and I’m not sure how long forever will be but I know that time is effortless by your side. I’m not crazy about promises but yours are stronger than steal, steeling my doubts away from me and running into the heaven we’ll stay in forever, created by you.
A Search for Sunshine.: first dances and second... →
asearchforsunshine: do you rest your head on your father’s lap and pretend to be young again while he is asleep and you are dreaming with your eyes open? his breaths are clouds and you match your lungs to his because you will never be too old to dance on your father’s feet and take dips on the kitchen dance…