October 2010
34 posts
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Beautiful Things
Wandering in my emotional wilderness
Growing trees from seeds of doubt
Growing moss from the dampness of my resolute solitude,
I will go to some dive
Sit in a booth with cracked green upholstery
Order a coffee from one of those waitresses
With Mother-Goddess-Nirvana
In the pink of her cheeks and the glint in her eyes.
I will pour cream in my coffee and watch it explode
A mystic’s map
A...
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Challenge
Someday.
I hope to be good enough for everyone.
One day, I want to be good enough for you.
http://lemonparfaitraider.tumblr.com/
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balloons in an empty town
(~ clockworkdame)
the balloons float on one by one into the pastels of the sky from a car lot with big red letters barely selling cars
they sway and dance they silently sing against the coming night searching for clouds or rain or God
or maybe they are God dancing.
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Mankind
theres nothing humanly possible to escape what we are thinking. the truth comes out in our lies, and the only thing we can cross our fingers and hope on is the civil actions of one another. the graciousness of one person i was tired of the same ol’ same ol’, but i didnt do anything to change. every aspect of my life was one mistake after another. covered up with smiles, i could mask...
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Trenchant in Loveliness
Lovely; quite nice, you suffice.
Clean, clean portrait of boy-man all mine,
Clean, clean hands unlike those I despise
Permeating the pores of a childhood unsexed,
Weltering now amongst similar descent into
Dirt, dirt, dirt.
I’m afraid that you don’t hurt
Quite enough for girl-woman,
For I.
http://rubyguyatt.tumblr.com/
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Summoned
Looking outside my window, Gazing at the cloudless, periwinkle sky. Sun shining brightly, A ripe lemon on a sky blue tablecloth. Leaving spots in my vision. Abruptly, out the corner of my eye, I see a flash of red. A robin, Flying like a Corvette on an empty highway. Slowing down, now, Landing on the branch of a small tree, Just outside my window. She sits there, her dwarf head moving side to...
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Unusual
But I’m into you I won’t lie You refresh this worn out page In my suddenly monotone life Bitrates can’t keep up with us Our laughs They’re just worth every secret key press I ignored warning signs and protocol You make me want to stay digital I want you to know you’re special You take my dial-up days And speed it up with your stylish ways I want to know so much But...
“I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as...”
– Lemony Snicket (via quote-book) (via lovebot) (via poeticheartache) (via freefallingbodies)
Up and Out
Why was he laying on the floor?
When you came in and asked him
why, he simply shrugged.
Time passed by
the clock’s hands switched
the sun and the moon’s positions.
Dust gathered around and settled
on the countertops and and tiny corner crevices.
The floor was cold
empty, devoid of life.
And as much as laying on the floor
felt better than dealing with the pain
there was only...
stop saying sorry
pseudopoetry:
your apologies cascade like a waterfall going nowhere and flooding your mouth
Fission
blankslate:
I’m an atom splitting in half and I am terrified of what is inside. If it isn’t one thing it’s another life like snowflake and if you look closely, examine the patterns are random jagged edges not beautiful or unique just soulless happenstance nature. Hand to hold rejoin and rejoice the particles positive or negative and all of the empty space in between it’s a joke, a sickening...
Without you here I’m viciously lonely and I can’t remember the last time I felt holy, the last time I offered myself as sanctuary
—— and I couldn’t remember when I knew I’d never be beautiful, but it must have been quick and subtle, the way the holy ghost can pass in and out of a room. I want so desperately to be finished with desire, the rushing wind, the still small voice.
drawing vs photography
out-of-bounds:
spectacl:
Awesome. @_@
'Til goodnight do us part: Choose #2: →
humans-zombies:
Nightmares
Nightmares sneaking in my bed
Living life over in my head Causing all the fear to come back alive Bringing back memories with such drive In them, someone always after me Why can’t they let me go and let me be free Afraid to go to sleep at night They will start and cause such fright
“there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize...”
– Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
duet
pseudopoetry:
your warm bass envelopes me while my radiant baritone caresses you
LESSONS LEARNED WITH RACHEL & EMILY
R: you party so hard.
me: you have no idea.
(all i want to do is drink but i am "in school" and "can't")
(also i hate my life)
R: your life sounds sad.
not pathetic sad.
but challenging sad
opposing forces sad
but then again so is mine
life is a constant struggle between wanting to drink and wanting to succeed
