March 2012
The Secret Life Of Mademoiselle Lou Ella: I'm... →
angelicaldarkness:
I am sensible and dull and plain, in my eyes at least. I am a grown up and do the right thing instead of acting then facing consequences later. As a fully fledged adult I am forgetting what it is to laugh and giggle and to smile and have fun. There is too much seriousness in my life. I’ve even…
those depths.
thegirlsoul:
watch me fall into those depths life takes weird turns sometimes and you know it too, don’t you? i have wondered why but now i know it was all very true and well reasoned it was those trenches that suck me in every time i look into myself every time the deepness enlarges and grabs me by my bones carries me away from this tide called reality i am a new human i never thought it all...
“When her eyes do the
talking, my heart shall always
listen intently.”
– (via graciouswords)
Casual Kind of Love
thissilentstorm:
Can you believe it wasn’t that long ago when we first met, and nervously said hello, and how are you, and the unnecessary small talk and jokes to calm a nervous stomach? Now we’re old friends like we’ve known each other our whole lives, and I am completely comfortable with you, like we always belonged together.
February 2012
Just Mere Words: His words shot out of his mouth,... →
bodadesangre:
His words shot out of his mouth, and headed toward me, like a thousand Chinese stars, tipped with connotations intended to make the heart stop. My mouth started to water, like before a possible upchuck episode. But I kept my cool, and listened, lips pursed with whole lemons in my cheeks. My…
Splinters and Milkshakes: Always and Forever →
splintersandmilkshakes:
“I will always love you.”
That was five years ago, and I haven’t heard those words since nor seen the source. It is interesting how we throw that word “always” around like literary garnish. I promised myself never (that’s another one) to say that to anyone, for I have learned to live in the…
: Soft Lover →
mobbleberry:
It was strange, waking up to unblemished skin. To a man who hadn’t pawed at me, hadn’t given me bruises with his lips and teeth. It was odd, to touch my face and not wince at the sore skin around my mouth, where his stubble had rubbed like gravel on my tissue paper lips.
It was strange…
Because…
graham-geiger:
Removing Splinters
The words were
finely sharpened
as they chopped
a splitting headache
leaving splinters
in the crevice
like the handle
of an old axe.
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Where are you
sweetparisdream:
Where are you when i need you more
Where are you now
Waking up every day hoping you’re still there
Close my eyes and I can still feel your touch
Can still hear every single word you said
You left me with this emptiness in my heart
please don’t leave me here to wonder
Have you ever missed me
Have you ever needed me at all…
Mike Frawley: A Love to Last →
mikefrawley:
Can you be honest and open will you show them how you feel
If you accept them as they are you may find a love that’s real
Can you give rather than take and appreciate the things they do
If you leave them room to breathe you might know a love that’s true
Can you forgive mistakes they made …
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A Love to Last
Can you be honest and open will you show them how you feel
If you accept them as they are you may find a love that’s real
Can you give rather than take and appreciate the things they do
If you leave them room to breathe you might know a love that’s true
Can you forgive mistakes they made didn’t they do the best they could
If you start afresh each morning you can have a love that’s good
Can...
Ashes To Life: Changing Values →
sarahdossantos:
The value of some things have changed. Some things that used to be kept in the utmost respect are now commonly viewed as temporary, easily disposable things. It’s sad, because it makes people hesitant and afraid of all the “what ifs” instead of following their hearts and going after what they…
graciouswords:
when the sky shows naught of light let the waves of my lips bestow a soft caress on your tearful face when the yawning dawn drops its dew on the sobbing roses, know that my hand is yours to hold and when my tongue fails me look into my eyes and you’ll see my heart belongs to thee.
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gravity whale: formerly Haikujin: [Words] →
gravitywhale:
Fill your heart with words, make them hard, render some soft, hone others razor sharp, dip some in venom.
words as arrows, words as stones cast into the dark
to rage to scream to beat the breast to flail until anger and madness bring you to your knees.
There. In exhausted abandon, lie breathing the hot air of your own pain and fury
My heart must sing: Story of my life :) →
versewineandyou:
You made it so easy To fall I had no fear at all I saw you beside me You never saw me there at all I promised you all this I made plans thinking this was it I never imagined I’d find you and lose myself instead I just never pictured it would end And I wanna believe in love I…
on love
readingme:
I’m not a big fan of love when it comes to me, but I sure like it when it’s around me.
At a safe distance, I mean.
It’s beautiful, warm, happy and caring.
It’s something I’ll never be. Something I don’t want to be.
Love is just not me.
My Amethyst Heart: Hollow →
keciasamethystheart:
I was standing under the rain fall of my shower head. The moist droplets beating music into my back, echoing through my ribs and vibrating through my chest. I watched as runaway beads of water snaked down my breasts.
Then I thought, I can’t be this hollow. My heart can’t be this silent. The…
todancewiththedevil asked: glad to hear youre well- im not so sure if saying "i hope youre well, as well" is redundant. harhar. kinda funny though! i giggled! (: i'm fairing, and that's all that really matters, i guess. haha.
to feel the stars between her toes.: love is... →
stains-on-her-past:
love is patient, [except when you’ve got reservations at the newest joint in town] love is kind, [until he accidentally uses your toothbrush] it does not envy, [then why do pre-nups exist?] it does not boast, [nope, it only bitches and groans] it is not proud, [only when he makes his…
Interesting take on a verse that I find to be truly beautiful. I have to give...
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words
useless fucking words
I know their elegance and charm
I’ve made love to them
played their games
achieved some proficiency with them
I’ve been blessed to share my journey
through them with hundreds of friends
why is it then
I do not
dare not
cannot
find the ones
to say
I love you
Looking For Wisdom: Plagiarism →
lookingforwisdom:
(I did not write this poem. I copied and pasted the last line from the last 15 pieces featured in the Tumblr poetry tag - not necessarily in order)
where time cannot defeat desire there we are whole again without putting up a fight and I will never stop loving you your empty eyes smiling as…
mygypsyshepherd:
Hold on to that day from long ago dreams The one when you realized all that life could be Let go of regrets and all the pain that we’ve caused Move on, into the world, embrace your new life without me There will always be love, a place in my heart Where that dream from long ago will never fall apart
"Question Me Not"
the-mind-of-rueberry:
There’s a sadness in your eyes
a tiny teardrop that tries to hide
A heartache that beats so hard
Pounding, sounding, broken and torn
There’s a smile that lies so well
a glimmering glint of loveliness
So tell me why - at least
try to try
Why it is you laugh - while inside
…you cry
by: rueberry
Mike Frawley: Lambs and the Lion of Love →
mikefrawley:
Born into perfection and freedom domesticated along the way
We were innocent loving children until the system led us astray
Victims of the dream of this world promises made, agreements to keep
The nation needs its followers society must have its sheep
Awaken to your own revolution allow…
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Lambs and the Lion of Love
Born into perfection and freedom domesticated along the way
We were innocent loving children until the system led us astray
Victims of the dream of this world promises made, agreements to keep
The nation needs its followers society must have its sheep
Awaken to your own revolution allow nothing to hold you back
Be a warrior for love and goodness no need for fear, there is no lack
Look out...
The Girl Soul: silent screams. →
thegirlsoul:
we make our worlds each moment of the clock with filthy hands filled with mud and little stones attached we are in a hurry all the time and we know not what we create mostly we just wish it were over and we had something new to start with and go ahead on our ways are engrossed into futuristic…
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Why is my queue not working this morning? :0 That is all. Oh I forgot, have a beautiful day everyone. <3
Hexes Cast In Ones and Zeroes: Wake Up →
poemsfallfrommycursedlips:
If you find it hard to wake remember, the work waits don’t hesitate lend a hand, heave to before you rub the sleep from your eyes make good on your promise to better the world nothing else matters there’s nothing else to escape to nothing waits after death nothing hoped for nor imagined
Fathom
zannus:
Oh I tried to write, but my ears have been so silenced these last few hours. Deadened by the chill and longing most often reserved. Home feels about where the ocean is, but now all the time it feels about one thousand miles from where I am not.
solange
neverthegreyer:
my words may not be the ones you want to hear so many line the walls of this space already that it would pale in respect. but know that I hope for the fates to bring you full circle, that the wheel will turn your feet home again,but till then, I give blessing to you,good journay to places new, and know I light a candle for you-
Trinkets
origamimind:
I was just reminded how thin the skin of my heart is I have wrapped it with unwanted trinkets I’ve picked from along the road they don’t believe in paste they have such a gentle face but try their hardest to embrace so my heart will never be cold and yet today lips and irises bought from the world muttered an earthquake and my trinkets stopped breathing to keep the hold nearly,...
Craig Taylor-Broad: Against the Scorn of a Woman →
craigtaylor-broad:
“Here’s one for… the road!” The glasses chink together amassing an orchestra of melody that cuts a violin bow through Bon Jovi on the juke box. “Here’s one for… the end of the road!” People you don’t even know start joining in, and the tobacco coloured alcohol burns black hole…
Mike Frawley: Be Fearless and Gentle →
mikefrawley:
Whatever you seek to do or become in life, please do not let the world make you hard. This goes against the laws of nature and spirit. If you break these laws, to some extent, you will be broken yourself. If the business of the world ever becomes more important than the beauty of a sunrise or…
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“If it weren’t for sorrow, could any of us truly appreciate beauty and joy?”
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Be Fearless and Gentle
Whatever you seek to do or become in life, please do not let the world make you hard. This goes against the laws of nature and spirit. If you break these laws, to some extent, you will be broken yourself. If the business of the world ever becomes more important than the beauty of a sunrise or innocence in a child’s eyes, then you will have lost something precious indeed. Mixed equally with...
mikefrawley:
My restless spirit seems to be fated e’er eternally to roam
You took your love away from me now my heart doth have no home
thestoryofscars:
I’m so scared
Because these feelings are so rapid
My heart feels right
But my brain keeps thinking it’s wrong
Don’t break my heart
It’s been hanging lone for so long
I promise you
Your heart is mine to hold
And it is safe
Because I’ll never let you go
The Writer's Address: The Witching Hour. →
thewritersaddress:
Enchanting fables conjure a childhood of late Swearing to endure the loss of a youth unrefined Like fangs bathed in the naivety of a helpless lamb I dream of a different kind of power. This brilliant hour, equidistant of dusk and dawn Where the moon has finally conquered the heavens The…
Inking The World: splash of paint on tattered... →
angel-you-were-born-to-fly:
splash of paint on tattered jeans: paint the flowers, love hear the voices over our brushing shoulders sort out the tangled web of tomorrow, love it’s a strange way to fall, isn’t it?
open your eyes wake up, love the dreamers have died and I’m home now keep on painting the flowers like I did for…
whisperingdreams-decayed:
With light kisses across the small of your back, I engrave words of love and affection.
And with my breath, those words form a novel.
When you sleep warm in my arms, the novel whispers a melody to me- one that sets my mind at ease, bringing me into dreams with you.
And with my heart, those dreams form our reality.
Pieces
poetryforthesoul24:
On this winding road
to i don’t know where
and it doesn’t matter
because either way
it’s still empty
i guess i got lost
along the path
i still can’t find myself
and even if i could,
would i be happy
with what i found?
they think they know me
think they have the answers
but i don’t even know me
or the pieces i found.
Endurance
secretedsins:
Love endures. It is infinite, unchanging and unaffected by cyclical circumstance or chance. Love may lead to fervent joy or pain; but, even unreturned, it shall remain.
“The first draft of anything is shit.”
– Ernest Hemingway. (via thewritersaddress)
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)