December 2011
Death
mygypsyshepherd:
Some nights you tap on my window Calling me out to you Waking me from sleep Breathless, searching I can not hear you I can not see you But you are there all the same I can feel you watching Causing panic in me I wake up searching I know not for what Something to sustain my life Once you almost took me Your bride I would not be Leave me now death it is not our...
I Dew Love You
splintersandmilkshakes:
the moon bids farewell
drawing the starry curtains
bright orb soon ascends
to evaporate the dew
and shine its light upon you
Words of Valentine: Wasted time →
mapit:
I wasted years of my life spending time with you making memories and making a life memories are worthless with this bitter taste and I wasted years thinking it would never end this way thinking we would know each other in old age I thought we would talk nostalgically about everything we did but…
Dini's Laundry: Only Way To Cope →
dinislaundry:
One hates to love One loves to hate The two of them relate. One fights for love One loves to fight Neither are in the right. One kills to love One loves to kill Murderers, they are still. One dies to love One loves to die. Either way, you cry. I don’t know about you all but love…
marredwithink:
Loving you is not enough If I can’t live forever peacefully lying beside the memories you left behind
Ocean Air
thissilentstorm:
If the sky should turn to water and the seas should turn to air I’d swim across the galaxies I’d breathe the ocean’s fare
And if you happen to float by Riding on a stardust wave I’d ask for you to stay a while My drowning soul to save
cafeofthedamned:
i once was in love with the sea and i pulled her around me like a blanket to keep out the cold, and i didn’t mind that she had other people in her bed when i wasn’t there, until i discovered she cared no more for me than she did for anyone else.
i held her one last time before i set sail on her back and rode my rotting ship out to drown myself in her depths.
the stigma of romantics: It was late, the night... →
amare-amaranthine:
It was late, the night stood vulnerable outside the kitchen window and we sat opposite ends of the table, with stardust settled in the rings around our mugs. You were silent, breathing shallow and cushioning the sound when you placed down the warm tea, and I was voiceless, wandering with the days…
And Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes.: Too Many →
talkativolive:
People who are never what does not suit them. But be reasonable, what fits- fits You dazzle and chortle and beam and glow , Sit under a tree and drowsily tell me you’ve changed. But you haven’t, you’ve refused. Only your hats, only your perfumes- but your white little belly and your…
takingstockofwhatmattersmost:
every time i try to touch you
your eyes
my fingertips create ripples
that obscure my reflection
and makes me want to skip stones
i love skipping stones
and when it’s hot
i strip down to my naked-ness
and jump into your eyes
there i am at home
and comfortable
and in them i drown
"A Spoken Word...briefly"
the-mind-of-rueberry:
Her eyes were as soft whispers
Promising promises
She would not keep
Lips that made myth
Having imaginary an effect
As to…
Any fear or imposition of agony
Indeed, I considered her
A most kind and thoughtful
…Tormentor
by:rueberry
Just a lot of nonsense.: Disease (love is not... →
last-try:
Disease (love is not enough) Maybe I’m tired of crying, of holding back, of biting my swollen lips maybe I’m through protecting you from me and me from you maybe I’m finally ready to finally believe in this Your veil has been lifted and so has mine But you’re not leaving and I’m still…
Mike Frawley: Mother Earth's Children →
thegirlsoul:
mikefrawley:
Some days we laugh so hard it hurts and there are days we need to cry Marooned on this little piece of dirt suspended ‘tween the sea and sky Insignificant, yet somehow special sharing this small out of the way place Good news for Mother Earth’s Children God dearly loves His human race I’m not rich, powerful, or important but I’ve a secret you may have guessed More...
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Mother Earth's Children
Some days we laugh so hard it hurts and there are days we need to cry Marooned on this little piece of dirt suspended ‘tween the sea and sky Insignificant, yet somehow special sharing this small out of the way place Good news for Mother Earth’s Children God dearly loves His human race I’m not rich, powerful, or important but I’ve a secret you may have guessed More valuable than any old treasure I...
I'm Waiting
punkdbyeros:
I cradle your empty pillow
As you fill the couch
downstairs
And keep my mind above the blame
For what I’m
Unaware
You’re hiding very quietly
So deep inside your
Cave
I struggle not to cross the line
To be the one to
Save
I love you, I think you know that
And that’s so beside the
Point
It’s difficult to respect your mood
While I crave your loving
Warmth
Come to...
Just a lot of nonsense.: That time Unbalanced and... →
last-try:
That time
Unbalanced and abused cynical, morose and slightly used but still hopelessly wonderfully pleasant at the end of the day to fall back from the cautious words and finally let our minds have room to play embracing the darkness can envelop your heart when searching for numbness it’s easy…
“But listen to me. For one moment
quit being sad. Hear blessings
dropping their...”
– Rumi (via themushroomsaidtome)
grace, amazing grace
jamiesueaustin:
to wake up one day— having human exploitation, your luxurious valet, upright and truthful, godly even,— and see the creature, vile greed sycophant, wholly undoing, wrongful thing —
In Clarity.
And Know.
And Change.
and then to see. Too see and act as one who sees and therefore knows find truth feel forgiveness because the mind is changed.
Amazing. Amazing grace that...
WithoutStrangers: Monster →
withoutstrangers:
Theres a monster in me too, and he may be terrified, that you may be the better man. Afraid to fight, because you might win, afraid to hide, cause I may forget about him. He lurks in the corners and the hind of my sight. Sometimes he creeps into lonesome nights. When he tells me to leave you, and…
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“If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.
If you want to be happy,...”
– The Dalai Lama
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I don’t miss you any more and somehow telling myself that almost makes me feel better
Refrain
aquietjoy:
It rained today, I thought of you
connections lost past hope.
I sent a song out from the blue,
prayers for you in melodic note.
And Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes.: Tufts (an... →
talkativolive:
Colors in perspective, the systematic exchange of ins and outs Pass from hand to hand, fingers like butterflies. A flower-baby. He is a lost place and she is the dense darkness around his body’s grace. Dark in light, then light in dark. I want to study you, Like liquid dripping in big,…
splintersandmilkshakes: Fee Nix →
splintersandmilkshakes:
Sticks and stones
are more harmful than words, they say,
but little do they know
the power they possess.
Spewed like a poisonous haze
that chokes and grates
to opress.
Attacking our cells,
it triturates our fortitude
into a dusty field of seeming neglect.
But a secret we harbour
that…
Taking Stock...The Things That Matter Most: i want... →
takingstockofwhatmattersmost:
i want to have love
the love that lasts a lifetime
the love that allows for errors
i want to be able to come home late
throw my clothes on the floor
grab a beer and plop my ass
i want to be able to get mad
yell for a few minutes
and slam the front fuckin’ door
as i’m on my way out to…
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Dreaming
under the soft pale glow of a streetlamp peeking shyly into our window fast asleep and gently breathing your beauty reveals itself lightly kissing you I whisper “Good Morning Angel” as a faint smile weaves its way across your lips I can’t help but wonder if you’re dreaming of us sharing our warmth in the predawn stillness I am
Control
thissilentstorm:
I want to tie you up wrap you up hold you up until you cannot move and your strong determination melts into soft resignation and your lips plead for mine and your eyes search for mine until you cry out my name and you long for my touch but I would have no need for ropes or chains or locks or keys I rather choose to use my words, to wrap you with emotion to trap you in a...
onnothingandeverything:
silent solitude slips surreptitiously under silken skin, soul stripped and singing softly, essence exposed in its instinctual loneliness.
Because of the words
readingme:
Why would I write if my words make no sense?
Why would I bother to write? Why would I bother to type if no one reads my words?
Because of the words my friend, because of the words.
marredwithink:
I painted silver tears from the corner of my eyes down the length of my cheek Kissing the corner of my lips Caressing the hollow beneath my chin This I did just so you’d stop Wondering why all of a sudden I ...
Ever Even
imprisonedphilosopher:
Did I ever even choose to live this way
did I ever even think of the words I had to say
did I ever even wonder what effect I had
did I ever even make people happy?
lonely?
sad?
Climax
10000sidewalks:
Darling, we are dripping
Over the edges of the sea
Darling, we are screaming
At every lake, rock and tree
Darling, we are running
As the birds fly free
Darling, we are dying
Pour me a cup of tea
On the Edge of Heaven
punkdbyeros:
The tension of our touching
That ethereal and timeless ballet,
Seduces my mind to a gossamer trance
And syphons my breath away.
Dimensional worlds are visited
Dispelling their need of truth,
I swear I touch the edge of heaven
When I’m alone with you.
“Will we ever get there? I’m not sure.
But a lifetime of memories should...”
– (via graciouswords)
Mike Frawley: Words Never Spoken →
mikefrawley:
While in the presence of overwhelming love sadly so many succumb to their fears
Though bathed in the Abundant Grace of God far too often we drown in a river of tears
Ever too fearful to sing our own song deeply regretting the words never spoken
Even while love was calling us home not one, but…
Letters to You
splintersandmilkshakes:
With the tales we weave
we can soar to lands
our eyes have never looked upon.
Dormant feelings come alive
burdened by the wretched thoughts imposed on.
Create an allegory with limitless vision,
and through osmosis you shall see,
how the harmonious words you create
propels others to be free.
bodasdesangre:
How fascinating is it that we are merely ants climbing the ladder of life’s bark, for sustenance from warmth we emit from mere words. I bleed the same as you, yet I am seldom as happy as you may be in hoping for an ounce of affection.
The Idiot Manifesto: My Generation →
theidiotmanifesto:
Wrapped up in throat jabbing nightmares laced with the good stuff, Plastic powder to keep those chemical cocktails coming by the minute. Swaying to the beat of a dead loud wet fuck, scared shitless by shadows Of Mother Theresa holding her machine gun-cross, losing the straightjacket For a quick…
Recurring
drowned-in-the-inkwell:
Memories haunt you down, but I move on,
they won’t gnaw me to the bone like you,
ladders aren’t for climbing but for safely descending,
and you won’t come down.
So do not blame me, it’s all you.
Self-inflicted suffering, what a joke, your tongue lies dumb
and...
kristaa0788:
You hide behind an iron mask A facade you’ve forgotten That you even put on. It took you years to build that monstrosity And you thought you could remove it Whenever you wanted.
But the longer you wore it, The more comfortable it became You swore you’d take it off tomorrow For years and years you vowed “Tomorrow, tomorrow’s the day I will remove this rusty old thing…”
But tomorrow...
a poem about something
lilysofthefield:
The wind picked up and brushed over my shoulder, I saw a spider web dancing in the wind and reminded me how you looked at me when my hair blew in the wind. Your lips tasted like coffee creamer until lunch, but that’s not here. I felt small standing next to lonesome buildings.
novicepen:
The sky was milky with stars melted snow steamed up over the gravel road and frothed around our cold, bare feet. We cuddled to keep each other warm- we were crazy Crazily in love.
You
withoutstrangers:
You sir, are so you
It breaks my heart, for there are not two,
of the wondrous wonder that makes you, you
I have seen the things that you so easily do,
someday I bet I could make a novel out of you,
until that day I shall have to make do,
with only the faceless portrait my mind knows of you.
Thank you to my friend withoutstrangers who just told me that my blog...
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Words Never Spoken
While in the presence of overwhelming love sadly so many succumb to their fears
Though bathed in the Abundant Grace of God far too often we drown in a river of tears
Ever too fearful to sing our own song deeply regretting the words never spoken
Even while love was calling us home not one, but two hearts, too often broken
As a coward we die, time and again though the voice of victory sings our...
Ever Changing Snowflake
foreverinouterspace:
To everyone,
she had but one face.
To herself,
she had millions.
Always changing faces,
always changing masks,
everybody knew her differently,
no one knew her wholly.
The Girl Soul: Inside my head is a world. Its not... →
thegirlsoul:
Inside my head is a world. Its not mine, its just there observing me. A silent spectator of every thought, every movement of my body, everything I feel is under his glass. He is faceless and formless and when the light enters my eye through the iris, he wakes up too to the day that shines. His…
angelicaldarkness:
Sometimes I feel like it’s just me Just me putting in all the effort To every relationship I’m part of
Sometimes I feel like giving up Just not bothering with anyone To ignore them all and please myself
Of course I’m too nice for that And whilst everyone is happy Throwing out smiles of joy
I’ll sit here faking it all Pretending I’m glad to be there When really I just want...
“I wish I had some whiskey and a gun, my dear.”
– Tom Waits — Circus (via cafeofthedamned)
I’m not quite sure why, but this made me smile. :)