February 2012
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“Was gonna love you so well
I’d wake every morning
and tell you things like...”
– Andrea Gibson (via chi-rho)
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She’ll never know
That I sighed when she left today
And lingered in the mist
Of her presence
She’ll never know
That I thought about her today
And gave thanks for blessings
I have received
She’ll never know
That I missed her badly today
And just wanted to phone
To say hello
She’ll never know
That I had a wild dream today
And she starred in a way
That ...
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“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect,...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via katyjean)
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Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think...
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I faltered, but to find solid ground, uncommon in twilights mists
I caught my breath in breaking gasps you’d counted down
the clock in this heart ticking to what we know is coming
the break of reality and real to endless broken things never healing
clothes left there like a dead thing in a heap, wheres the love now?
when youth is spent in fear of life, and life is fearful of those new...
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Your Feet
When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because...
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“I hope she never memorizes the dial tone of a last conversation because a broken...”
– Jasmine Mans (via imfeelingdirectionlessyes)
“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us...”
– E.E. Cummings (via insulus)
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Final Notations
it will not be simple, it will not be long it will take little time, it will take all your thought it will take all your heart, it will take all your breath it will be short, it will not be simple it will touch through your ribs, it will take all your heart it will not be long, it will occupy your thought as a city is occupied, as a bed is occupied it will take all your flesh, it will not...
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Cause and Effect
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
–– Charles Bukowski
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Because I'm Listening
clintirwin:
She was standing in the middle of the room, Speaking softly. Her words pulled splinters from his bones. No makeup, no sexy dress, He saw the mousy, But he also saw the lady. Under her skirt Was a fire aching to be stoked. Certainly she had that covered, Who could miss her? He decided to move close And just hear her. She turned her eyes to him, Then away, and fell silent. “No, don’t...
January 2012
2 posts
“I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me...”
– Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade
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December 2011
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“Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking.”
– John Wain (via pinned-roses)
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A Garden
There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams, Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams; Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey, And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday. There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool, And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool: ...
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Giving
What I want to give you is not happiness It is not the bleached light of summer, Not the pale whispered promises Nor the delicate petals of a rose I do not want to love you softly. What I want to give you is the salt of tears on your tongue Cupped water in your hands when you swim at night I want to give you the tang of crushed violets And a pounding heart as we lay together Watching the...
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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not...
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Magnet Poetry →
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i carry your heart
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is...
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artreture:
Your scares gave you character But they shoved you into a tray Along with all the careless breathers Even if you were meant for so much more
Taking in smoke from your tired cigarette Your mind hurts and swirls With all the useless faces you remember And the worthless numbers you never called
You walk freely but you feel bars Grasping at your bone marrow You can barely move,...
“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does...”
– Maya Angelou (via moufles
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November 2011
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aslanforpresident:
Mathew Stiffel, “Something to...
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“I feel like my life is so scattered right now. Like it’s all the small pieces of...”
– John Green (via ohandregardlessof)
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Bold letters
goldglitterandshinythings:
Influence pulled you inside the house It happens to the best of us But dewdrops on grass And watching the sun rise behind Apple trees Didn’t keep your hands away Forgiveness is my sin because I let you get away with murder and You washed your hands With the soap in my bathroom Chocolate eyes and chocolate skin are your favorite vices I have a fear of silence...
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Hero
kaywhyelee:
her gleaming red eyes twitched her thin long legs trembled the wicked witches body became disassembled the slient city roared as day turned to night a city drowned in darkness finally found light his dark brown eyes shined his worries went to zero a once normal man was now called a hero
hoowamawaya asked: thanks for reblogging my poem, Coffee Party. =)
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"Random Similes"
tina-story:
I skip the part where I feel bad and go straight to feeling better. You’re like my birthday when I don’t get any letters. There’s no flame to light my candles on the cake I’m eating alone. I turn up the music’s volume at this celebration of one. Lonely nights never bothered me, so why change now? This wouldn’t be the first time you didn’t come around.
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vegetable heart
claritea:
the vegetables of our eyes have grown through my soiled blood and rooted themselves in my kneecaps. when we lie, i taste the mercury and compost of rooms that are too cold, alabaster dolls, unwashed romaine lettuce. your cheeks, purple as radishes, lips cherry tomato, fingers long as green beans, raw as sinewy carrots. there is a garden in your mouth, organic and whole. i beg you,...
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Ishtar
When I first saw a woman after childbirth the room was full of your glance who had just gone away. And when the mare was bearing her foal you were with her but I did not see your face. When in fear I became a woman I first felt your hand When the shadow of the future first fell across me it was your shadow, my grave and hooded attendant. It is all one whether I deny or affirm you; it is...