December 2009
95 posts
“Isn’t it funny how you can ache just
from the deadly drone of
existence?”
– Charles Bukowski (The People Look Like Flowers At Last: New Poems) (via fuckyeahexistentialism) (via truthordare)
pagesofmymind:
I want to set myself on fire
And break glass
And get scars
And scream and scream and scream
I want to scrape the bottom of this world and kiss it
I want to punch walls until my knuckles bleed
I want to pull these buildings to the dirt
You have to destroy everything
Before you can create.
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For Drug Addicts
eatpoetry:
by Jason Reynolds
How do you kill two birds With one stone You grind the stone into powder And stuff it into Each birds nose Because it ain’t no reason for us to try To spread our wings and fly When we are already high I suppose
“We love that game, but we never play
‘cause we will lose, and we wanna stay...”
– Feel like rain, Motion City Soundtrack (via kari-shma)
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Pedestrian Paradise
Your love comes to me Like drug-induced thoughts I still see you the same But you only see inkblots Stained and vindictive I’m the world’s greatest detective My head wants to see less But my heart is persuasive I live But the air tastes different these days A hint of hurt Dash of romantic decay You say there will be others But I’ll keep calling your bluff Word play gets rough Love might not be...
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dear sky
~ by clockworkdame
dear sky,
don’t fall on me now, as I crumble into your walls and breach inside you,
don’t tumble me with your raging wind, for our tornadoes will touch and become something horrid,
don’t, just don’t stop loving me. like a million years of multiplying cells, we will continue to evolve and rest and
pray and forget.
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You must find her
She washed away the darkness in river
Don’t let her drown there
They sky is painted gray
The sun’s sinking away
And I can’t find her
Help me find her
You must find her,
I have to see her again
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Hank Moody
i finally realized what it meant when you wrote our names in the forest path it will not remain water will wash it away people will walk all over it and it will fade but we will always remember what it meant to us love may be fleeting it may someday fade and if that happens it will be unfortunate but we will both be blessed for what we experienced when you smiled while we drew the heart around our...
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How I feel
Hmmmm do I have friends or do I have temporary pals
Someone who I listen to when THEY wanna tell
But NOBODY understands or can fathom the embarrassed feeling….
when I look into the mirror and see my self-conscious and subconscious
dancing and prancing and mocking me
as they both very much stare back at me
with blood thirsty eyes
filled with hate that has some kind of obsession
to find...
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it wont be long
i could use another one, take it easy on me were still young and learning fresh as limes, straight lines just strangers on the foot path
it wont be long it wont be long it wont be long until we reach okay
and they say that we’ll run out of time. and i know, that we’ll be fine yet they say, we’ll never make it to the edge of town and i know, that we’ll be alright
it wont be long it wont be long...
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Done Floating In Space
I’m just on a mission Not to outerspace Love, let’s focus on our space The distance between you and me Is like a blinding scream Of light Turned on in the darkest night Let’s collide like plateaus Teach you things you don’t know Show you things A thousand sunsets can’t show My love is like the star you’re gazing on It’ll be there for you long after I’m gone Our song is a snowflake falling On the...
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Dressing Room
Dressing Room by Richard Perez
No room for error As she grabs her keys and leaves the room of her dresser Spent two hours just looking at herself in the mirror She’s her only judge, nobody else can convince her That she’s worth more than the few hundred that she makes Worth more than the breasts and the ass that she shakes For the guy she looks for to take her back to his place To make enough...
How To Greet Death
Greet death With your hands in your pockets, Slouched back, cool, Collected, and confident. Wear a hint of a grin And a dash of cologne. Say What took you so long? Say You’re behind the times, man. Say Dead is the new black. Coffin is the new condo. Pallor is the new tan. La vida muerta.
Greet death With a fistful of black-eyed susans, Butterflies in your stomach, And two...
Longing // Sara Teasdale
suzywire:
I am not sorry for my soul That it must go unsatisfied, For it can live a thousand times, Eternity is deep and wide. I am not sorry for my soul, But oh, my body that must go Back to a little drift of dust Without the joy it longed to know.
Phantom Hands
tylerknott:
We are the lonely remnants of scattered dreams. The phantom hands rubbing forgotten backs and the flashes of eyes through the night. Smiling or laughing red with tears hanging from the lids. Too heavy to stay too scared to jump. We are the missing pieces of broken pictures. There is not enough air and I’ve not enough lungs to hold the sigh that relieves. The absent fingers tracing...
"I wanted to kill the me underneath. That fact...
myhearteatsbeats:
milktrees:
eatsomebrains:porcelaintramp:wasted by marya hornbacher.
“When all else fails and you long to be
Something better than you are today
I...”
– Vogue, Madonna (via kari-shma)
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(Found on a bathroom wall somewhere in the U.S.A.)
You’ve taken over my mind. You’ve raped my thoughts with your image viruses then sold me fake cures for your own disease. Your words and pictures scream orders at me like angry prison wardens. When I cover my ears, your voices echo in my head. I hate you. When I see your billboards, your talk shows, your rock concerts and your factories, when I see the work of your twisted libidos, I...
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““People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants....”
– Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia) (via justbesplendid)
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…to release the image of the blue bird in the flying spiral of an angel’s wings is coloring the sky with flowers…♥
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Hell and Heaven are Bickering Brothers.
God and the devil tug of war me apart; there’s no room in my heart for the person who used to occupy my body. Heroes don’t exist. I wanted to grow to change this place for the better. I’ve become a magnet for pity and fear a drain on the system a foe of the mirror. I might not be around were i somewhat more brave but this will do for now. Heroes do not exist and integrity fades with age, once you...
Nature Boy
Eden Ahbez There was a boy A very strange, enchanted boy They say he wandered very far Very far, over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day, One magic day he passed my way While we spoke of many things Fools and Kings This he said to me The greatest thing you’ll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return.
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It is through them
Whenever I catch sight of others, By thinking, “It is through them, That I will reach awakening,” I’ll look with sincerity and love. - Shantideva, The Way of the Bodhisattva
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Slums and Suburbs
I. Morning The sun is always sober, tearing through cement and glass, vamping intentions, calculations… Our mirrors wait, warnings of complexion, fault, and past. Awake, some of us would pray. And some wished they could, just like before, children, seeing Angels. It’s morning: a city reaching for life. II. Streets Now we brace the streets: cut-apart districts, skin tones of steel; and...
On Fire
tylerknott:
The sheets are burning and the floors charred black. Flames are crawling up the mattress across the walls and into the sky. The ashes of love pile up below. We are on fire and our skin sparks and ignites when it touches. We’ll char these floors we’ll ignite these walls and these sheets will turn to blowing ash and melting sorrow. Touch me now and feel the searing scorch and the...