hard to digest

ednaworld:

He has no energy for me
under the blanket
no idea what the jobs gonna be
white
masculinity crushed

He has no energy for me
I’ve been waiting for him
all day

I remember this
this is how it used to be

but then again,
not how it always is.
No.
Tomorrow will be better
but
todays just hard to
digest

I like raw examples of intense emotion.

5 months ago · 3 notes · Reblogged from ednaworld

5 months ago · 66,690 notes · Source · Reblogged from theywerekids

5 months ago · 3,901 notes · Source · Reblogged from feestkonijntje

the beat of wings fall and rise
within the cell of my mind
as despondent as I, dream of ice
walls that easily keep the cold inside
such architecture could scrape the sky

a lick of atmosphere leaves the tongue numb
snowflake bodies will entice the sun
draw in this heat and then get stung

even our star burns of desire
ablaze in space, grows restlessly tired

union of material and flame
a blast of energy to take
the sensation of loving hale
for but a moment, by the hand of fate

OPPOSITES AND NO FUCKS GIVEN, 11-7-12

5 months ago · 3 notes

6 months ago · 133,292 notes · Source · Reblogged from dalaurk

sokkas-boom-e-rang:

i want to do something crazy and unexpected.

I want to write a poem for someone I see sitting around in a public area that I am also sitting in. Not sure I could imagine this happening to me, but I’m sure it would make a great short story.

11 months ago · 2 notes · Source · Reblogged from breakthebattlements

lostgothsoul: I don’t spin to do fancy tricks, I don’t spin to be the best, I spin my ropes and spheres and sticks, To abide the tide within my chest. I don’t spin to be known as cool, I don’t spin for fame or glory, I spin for king as well as fool, to share the essence of my story. I don’t spin just to teach, I don’t spin to perform, I spin to reach, I spin to grow, to surrender and transform, I spin to expand the shapes that grow, In the corners of my mind, To lead them in an ancient dance, Older than mankind. I spin like tiny molecules, Like giant planets round the sun, I spin for the unseen force between, That gathers us and makes us one. I spin during the night, I spin during the day, I spin like everything in sight, Because I know no other way… -Tom Thumb

lostgothsoul:

I don’t spin to do fancy tricks,

I don’t spin to be the best,

I spin my ropes and spheres and sticks,

To abide the tide within my chest.

I don’t spin to be known as cool,

I don’t spin for fame or glory,

I spin for king as well as fool,

to share the essence of my story.

I don’t spin just to teach,

I don’t spin to perform,

I spin to reach,

I spin to grow, to surrender and transform,

I spin to expand the shapes that grow,

In the corners of my mind,

To lead them in an ancient dance,

Older than mankind.

I spin like tiny molecules,

Like giant planets round the sun,

I spin for the unseen force between,

That gathers us and makes us one.

I spin during the night,

I spin during the day,

I spin like everything in sight,

Because I know no other way…

-Tom Thumb

1 year ago · 164 notes · Source · Reblogged from mentalalchemy

I’ve tread this path for many miles; my feet
no more a whole but tattered skin and bone,
a crimson trail does follow as I seek,
the haven I can truly call my home.
.
I live in hope and pray I’ll get there soon
yet know not I where journeys end will be
so walk I do whilst counting passing moons
imprisoned by existence, never free.
.
Perhaps one day our fated paths may meet
and home we’ll find within our lonely hearts
then off the crimson path we’d take a seat
to rest before our journey truly starts.
.
If walk I must then that’s just what I’ll do,
until I find a home, a home with you.
—  (via graciouswords)

1 year ago · 138 notes · Source · Reblogged from dreamsinthyme

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

—  e. e. cummings (via loveyourchaos)

1 year ago · 687 notes · Source · Reblogged from leukocytes

marijuana-iguana:

There’s a smell of stale fear that’s reeking from our skins.
The drinking never stops because the drinks absolve our sins.
We sit and grow our roots into the floor.
But what are we waiting for?

1 year ago · Notes · Reblogged from marijuana-iguana-deactivated201

somewhat recent, no title for now

it plagues my mind
was I truly unkind?
flashbacks, rollbacks - still nothing back

count your coins, one by one
take silent inventory
for my riches are missing
said you knew the end to this story

I’m all “alone” , all-one
cringing out of sight, waving face
so blossoms my mind
creations rooted to inner space

flowers on the walls
blood seeping from cracks
once our bodies break down
there is peace, at last

where are you now?
my world is missing your breath
but at what price?
for simple caress

your words were gold
only second to your silver arms
each syllable, so heavy
placebo intention clings, and so it harms

within myself, there was no space
time was not accurate measurement
for the weight of each petal
dwindled away in significance for how slowly each was sent

soon the water caught each petal
as the fire restlessly churned
he ate up each fiber
wondering now, when it would be his turn

1 year ago · 4 notes

meetmeunderthecitylights: This is my world. The world where anything is possible. The world overflowing with a whole spectrum of colors and hypnotizing lights. The world that offers Escape from your troubles with open arms. The world where the only soundtrack is the pulse of the music echoing the beating of your heart.  The world where you are everything at once; your true self, an extension of the music, magic of movements flowing together, the faintest twinkle of stars dimmed by the harmonious pulsations from all around. We are all one. This is my nocturnal wonderland, where more dancing is done than words spoken. This is our preferred mode of existence, this is our world. (via fuckyeahedm) customized it a bit :3

meetmeunderthecitylights:

This is my world.

The world where anything is possible.

The world overflowing with a whole spectrum of colors and hypnotizing lights.

The world that offers Escape from your troubles with open arms.

The world where the only soundtrack is the pulse of the music echoing the beating of your heart. 

The world where you are everything at once; your true self, an extension of the music, magic of movements flowing together, the faintest twinkle of stars dimmed by the harmonious pulsations from all around. We are all one.

This is my nocturnal wonderland, where more dancing is done than words spoken.

This is our preferred mode of existence, this is our world.

(via fuckyeahedm)

customized it a bit :3

1 year ago · 12 notes · Source · Reblogged from castsofblue

Just keep swimming..

Just keep swimming..

1 year ago · 41,923 notes · Source · Reblogged from seaturtlesbutnot-deactivated201