February 2012
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Love's Promise
mikefrawley:
Teardrops falling uninvited
A heart’s affection unrequited
The empty pain of one rejected
A fragile psyche disrespected
The end of loneliness delayed
Hopes and dreams again betrayed
Love’s Promise often is a lie
Do you ever wonder why we try
“Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?”
– Abraham Lincoln (via mikefrawley)
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Love's Promise
Teardrops falling uninvited
A heart’s affection unrequited
The empty pain of one rejected
A fragile psyche disrespected
The end of loneliness delayed
Hopes and dreams again betrayed
Love’s Promise often is a lie
Do you ever wonder why we try
Poetically Profound: Devout →
poeticallyprofound:
Along this cesspool I wander through There are shards of broken halos Scattered amongst these hidden truths From within where I withdrew Hope is just out of view Mercy and grace are unable To find their way to you And in this revelation Amidst this rendezvous Self deprecated As I’m…
One Orphan: the laundry tub →
oneorphan:
My tall father would appear on rare occasions and load me into his Ford like old luggage.
Then, he’d deposit me like a rubber check at the feet of a woman who didn’t need to tell me she hated my guts.
I’m not sure what she did to make me loath her too; it could have been those baths in the…
Splinters and Milkshakes: Crooked Dream →
splintersandmilkshakes:
His crooked smile drove me wild. Every one of his photos will torture me with that perfect imperfection as they glare back throughout the dusty corners of my abode. I love photography, but it is an emotional killer when the object of my obsession will no longer come into focus when I look…
The Melancholy Butterfly
ninewhitetulips:
By the time you chance Upon My eyes I have fluttered my Wings To the breath and Heartbeat Of those who have Tuned Theirs to yours And you say I am beautiful in my Melancholy and I Thank you For it was you that Created It when first the stranger Happened Upon it in your Eyes
Michelle Dent
versewineandyou asked: Good evening from India...haha <3 Very new to Tumblr , but hooked already :) Thank you for the love!!
takingstockofwhatmattersmost:
under the willow i first held your hand
under the willow you first said i can
under the willow we carved our initials
under the willow we made it official
under the willow sharing the stars
under the willow sharing our scars
under the willow where we wed
under the willow when we’re dead
under the willow our children play
under the willow to this day
i’ll...
Enlighten Me: huong1952: There is Never An Answer →
huong1952:
Beloved
what made you leave this world too early?
your shadowed face
remains in my dreams
your saddened eyes your silence
the love unconsumed
turns into grief.
in darkness
my eyes glazed with tears
frozen
over those many nights.
Beloved
is there an afterlife
in the cold and faraway…
Cordelia Writes: Someone told me he loved me... →
cordeliawrites:
Someone told me he loved me today. He was laying between my legs, his come still dripping down into the sheets beneath us. I thought it a bit of a non-sequitur (aka, “random”), so the first thing that popped out of my mouth was, “that’s so unfair.” And then I cried. Like an idiot, with his cock…
You Found Me
wandering-doves:
Where were you When everything was falling apart? All my days Were spent by the telephone That never rang And all I needed was a call That never came To the corner of First and Amistad Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin’ on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me
happymonk:
What dusty sorrow!
Muted words of sorrow!
Sorrow all used up, useless! useless!
I can’t use this sorrow, it won’t make me happy.
My bird has flown away, over the ocean.
Before the desert cactus, the lonely poet is sighing.
My heart is empty now, my bird has flown its cage.
What to do now? Only two words emerge.
Moth.
Flame.
sha-rants:
I like washing dishes.
That’s sexist and demeaning
And right and fitting
Depending on how
You look at it.
I just simply
Like it because
It’s easier
And a hell of a lot cheaper
Than therapy.
“you don’t know me
just close your eyes
hold me
scold me
if I’m good
...”
– you don’t know me by Nikkole mathis (via blakwidowsluv)
Skyclad at Midnight: Shepherdess of Clouds →
skycladatmidnight:
contemplate the trees serenading the shadowy delights of the moon, melting the wills of the night. The stars so insolent challenge the clouds to be faster than the light.
I am a lucid fool, fishing illusions here and there, sewing hopes in the air, dreaming away as I trade poetry for …
Never Ending
abstractescape:
when I’d lay with you I’d forget the world and all I thought I knew.
you stole me with those angelic smiles and every day I think of you no matter how many miles. (I walk)
stealingneverland:
Plastered peeling window panes Bleed a sad story Countless elbows Lingered upon its ledge Longing Desiring Craving For things far out of sight
The Girl Soul: reformation. →
thegirlsoul:
the doors of wonders open and i leap ahead into the storm calm, silent, without ripples i move ahead in this cloud unmatched this experience in my conscience will lie it’ll stay like a mysterious reformation of a now i long felt dull and lifeless as i can now sense drops of aliveness staining this…
hope, handwritten: Worthless.The word clung to my... →
hopehandwritten:
Worthless.
The word clung to my eyelashes along with the tears. I felt the sting, as the words I longed to spit back at him, bounced off the walls of my throat, left unspoken. I couldn’t say it, and neither did he, but the word was implied. I was—I was worthless. He didn’t say it aloud and most…
9/11
j-alvarez:
It’s been two years
I’ve spilled all tears
Yet here I am alone
That saddest day
You called to say
That you won’t make it home
I asked you “why?”
You said “goodbye”
Then said “I love you” too
Then silence flew
That’s when I knew
That you’re in Heavens gate
just-an-inkling:
no one loves
to pick dandelions
they chase after
crayon pink roses
with blushes tainting
every tear-drop petal
never ever will
they see their thorns
that lie just
along the stem
mimikova:
if you think you’re lost please check again think of me as the star that can guide you in i’m fixed in the sky looking down to you hoping you’ll notice and see this through so focus your sexton and i’ll lead you home the ocean is nowhere to wander alone
Season After Season
The violent seas have once again calmed and the monsoon rains have ceased. The climate has tempered, it warmed, the earth beneath my soles is sun-kissed.
I found a cotyledon then, a seedling’s sprout in the brown soil where rain and sunlight spills It survived the seasons, the floods, the drought as my heart remained steadfast, with the love it feels.
so much
candylandandcookies:
I hate the fact I still love you
even at 3 am I still hope you call my name
I hate this fact I daydream of you all the time
Most of all I hate the fact you are in my dreams
the fact I still hope I am on your mind
that no matter what I do i can not stop thinking about you
the way you find a way in my life so far away
I hate the fact I miss you and you do not care
If...
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“Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?”
– Abraham Lincoln
mikefrawley:
another time
a former life
she came to be
came into me
my greatest joy
and one regret
too beautiful
for this cold world
far too fragile
the pain of this life
carried her to the next
I hope she found
what she was looking for
I did once
"Much"
alittlebitloudernow:
I, too much(,) like you waiting, hoping for love, warmth We are long broken
Storming The Bastille
umustcreate:
I’m going to storm your Bastille You’ve repelled all previous invaders And I like that, I feel You’re an untouched fortress I’m going to use my battering ram I hope it results in hot oil But on your door I shall slam Until I’ve gained entry inside Once you have become mine And I’ve planted my flag On fine foods we shall dine Celebrating a successful conquest
mimikova:
brown and white sugar flour and eggs some chopped nuts and chocolate chips mixed in a bowl and baked with love there’s a few other things i didn’t speak of but baking some treats for when he arrives hoping he’ll know he was on my mind feeling quite helpless with this shift in power but trust that he knows i’m a delicate flower i’ll do my...
Sponge
origamimind:
Perhaps I feel too much the clouds parted with the wind’s approval yet I read more than the lines more than what’ in between and behind I see them wink and smile insanity yields it longs to stay beautiful in me lets consciousness bind it with what is real
gtpopplewell©2012
thestoryofscars:
The ocean of my emotions Will wreak an sand castle You try to build with The sand of my heart. Besides, you’ll be like the rest And find the sand unfavorable. It’ll either be too dry Or far too wet. You’ll move to another, better spot And forget about me- like the rest.
excroosemoose:
I came To hate What the Love of You does To me The Endless Grand scene Menagerie Of your Mind was Closed off Replaced With Nothing I believed We were Fated On that I faithed And it Was lost When you Saved me Burned all My love In a Fire Of Pointless flames
An Outlet is All it is
Stolen moments
in a world of dreams
of simple words
on blank white screens.
Am I running
to or away
from the mundanity
of every day?
Struggle and fight
to endure
the light
the night
just to stay alive.
americanmasters:
the enlightened have no reason to suffer though ironically they suffer the most how can everything look insignificant under the night sky but feel desperately inundating when we come back inside how does this dumb rock house the sorrow of generations yet be invisible as soon as we zoom out a million miles why hasn’t everyone abandoned hope for/and progress when both are only...
Dear You,: February 21, 2012 →
dy-lm:
Dear You,
The sky is gray today. It looks sad and the houses are sleeping through the howling wind. I can feel the air circulating around my bare legs through the crack in my window. I’m sinking in a bed full of unfinished letters and empty envelopes and stamps and photographs. I’m disappearing…
WHAT THE RIVER SAYS..: Little Brother →
j-alvarez:
“Reblog if you’re against Drunk Driving”
My little brother, young and sweet
I always took him out to eat
McDonalds, even Burger King
Or little treats that i could bring
Only several years apart
But I held him close to my heart
My brother young and innocent
Who never fails to compliment
…
katskradlexx:
I planted forget-me-nots today Neat little rows Of neat little promises I swear to forget you not If you never forget me too I couldn’t bear to slip from your mind To be a person you once knew A name you heard somewhere A face you might have seen Please, forget me not So I don’t have to forget you.
10,000 Sidewalks: Counting →
10000sidewalks:
You hold my hand when we go to the supermarket and you’re happy to spend time with me just doing whatever nonsense is happening at the time. I love you a whole bunch of a lot, and then a little bit more. I forget that I’m young. I forget that 18 years isn’t a lot to most people. Around the age of…
Existing
writing-rivers:
I sit alone - watching, listening, waiting. Mumbling voices merge to a hum.
I fold my arms, I cross my legs - Attempting to keep warm.
People rush past, deep in their own lives. Nobody notices me; I feel invisible. Perhaps imaginary.
to feel the stars between her toes.: here lies her... →
stains-on-my-past:
here lies her heart, alone on the floor- beating, just beating; pain seared to the core. in the corner over there stands a boy so grand- the girl only wishes and hopes he’ll ask for her hand. his heart belongs to no one, roaming free- tamed, held down and controlled is something it refuses to be. her eyes so tired, mind so sore-
In The Silence
behindperceptions:
Do you really want to try
and wrap your head around
this impossibly complex
string of events and
slap it with a concept?
Is there really a need to
journey back into the past
or obsess with the future
when you can sit back
and quietly enjoy
the sunset?
Let go of the mind,
and let the answers come
in the silence…
Ugh
I sit I think I read I love I hate I think I never stop.
He soothes he quiets he sings he songs he writes and I reach.
Reaching drilling dying and trying
a million fevers and too many words.
She lives and breathes and pulses she floats and fumbles and finds me.
I need I want I will I won’t, never and always.
A touch a miss a fire and it will never be.
Trying to find you again,
find you,...
Games
thediaryofawriterr:
The clench of a fist Head down, bent knees. Tired soles, tired souls.
The taste of defeat Seeping in, Taking over Lost chance, lost chants.
A game well played Blood, sweat and tears
Its funny how all that separates can and can’t, is one tiny letter, and a speck no one stops to see.
Oh, the games that play us.
neverthegreyer:
I asked why?! with tears streaming down skin,to the old woman in the chair.
She smiled softly and replied in a rough voice worn from many years.
The hardest lessons should only be taught once, but should be done so they leave an impression.or the reason for teaching it is lost-
“sad slumbers beside me
like an apple on the branch of a tree
breathing and...”
– Sad by Nikkole Mathis (via blakwidowsluv)
Love test.
whoislikedog:
It’s like I can feel you, wanting, craving. I have said it all before but find myself drawn back to you, sketching impressions as well as I know how. It will never be enough. I’ll keep painting artistic defiances that will never reflect perfection. Which, in my mind, is how I picture you.
The White Between Your Words: Somedays. →
thewhitebetweenyourwords:
Someday this will all be over. I realize that. Someday I will waste hours remembering the somedays that have gone before. I had gotten so accustomed to loafing around, thinking of all the things I wanted to do, and now they have caught up to me. They wrap around me with calculated urgency and I…
Long Past
imprisonedphilosopher:
morning rays cast fiery squares shining brightly through windows, glass delighting my soul with warm memories of better days long past