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[mist2myst]

Give to me a piece of peace and I will race to the skies hurdle across fluffy clouds light as a breeze gently tiptoeing through my lovers hair. Give to me a piece of peace I beg my inner sublime laying flat on earth, arms outstretched eyes closed, open heart open mind.

[wnq-writers]

To the love that lives inside my heart, you chose a terrible home. Tell me, did you know about the faulty foundation before you arrived? Did you know that I am ¼th part tall cathedral; that some days I will love like stain-glass mosaic windows, all of my secrets lined up in reds and yellows and blues so beautiful you don’t even notice that the glass is dirty. Other days I will love like equal parts abandoned asylum and stuttering apology. Trembling hands and closing doors of a hospital room heart that is best known for its wrongful deaths and its letting go, and how I practice on the ones I love most. With every fading footstep, I have learned to swallow more easily. To run over the names written on my lips like smeared lipstick to fingertips. I wonder what it must feel like to love a woman with a padlock ribcage. To the love that lives inside my heart, I’m sorry. I can only hope that one day you will sprout veins, vessels carrying the fear that was born inside my body long before you came into the picture, I can only hope that one day you pull it taunt from one edge of my body to the other, like thinning, hungry ocean wave, tugging at the shore of me. Spread so thin that it finally breaks. To the love that lives inside my heart, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you have to feel the weight of me. The rough of me. Feel the saltwater on sharp tongue and try to make something beautiful out of the blood on your hands. Forgive me. I am still learning how acceptance is done right. That a flicker of love will not always spark into the belly of a beast but emerge from catastrophe, the birth of cataclysmic circumstance. Cosmic explosion inside empty, birdcage hands. Sometimes the arrival of an unexpected guest is exactly what it takes to remind you that the sacrifice of letting go is sometimes necessary to be able to feel the explosion of stars inside your palms and not get burned. To the love that lives inside my heart, You are more than welcome to stay here.

 d-apres-moi, “To The Love”   (via wnq-writers)

[mist2myst]

Wings

A flit, a flot a flutter of wings a rhumba, a swish a butterfly takes flight holographic wings skim the air roll and glide a shimmy, a sway sated intoxication drunk, drunk so drunk nectarine quenching spirit effervescent outstretched, light a flash glides blithesome heart shes positively soarin’.

[meanwhilepoetry]

But if you bury your sadness under your skin instead of letting it out, what else can it do but grow in your veins, to your heart?

Nikita Gill  (via untamedunwanted)

[meanwhilepoetry]

The people who make fun of your beautiful dark skin do not understand that you are beloved by the sun. It is only when he descends from the skies to kiss someone that they turn vibrant shades of gold, caramel, olive, cocoa and all the other wonderful colours of the melanin rainbow.

Nikita Gill, Melanin (via meanwhilepoetry)

[thesheolofabaddon]

Sleep

Some people sleep their Way through their entire lives, Some sleep just to rest.

[hogwartsandbutterbeer]

I’m sorry it ended like this, There was no other way. You told me how I couldn’t leave you, But you never gave me a reason to stay.

mybrokenheart (via nefelibata7437)

[ink-trails]

When do you know it’s time to let something go? I have seen far too many eyes drown under the weight of my words that I no longer know who has the heart to keep on going. When you are given so many reasons to give up, how do you know what’s still worth fighting for? I am an epitome of loss, a complex game where the only spoils victors can gain are the carcasses of their own loved ones, and yet I still grapple at my own mistakes trying to right wrongs that won’t fix anything. It feels like I am struggling to keep hold of bones that have long been buried. Some people call it love, this refusal to give up on beatless hearts, but to me, all it seems like is a fear of being alone.

Trying to revive the dead to keep you company (via ink-trails)

[blackendian]

I'm taking this love off of life support

My Darkest Days - Every Lie

[blackendian]

my archeress

even with the distance between us

you still shoot arrows into my heart

as my prayers for your quiver to run out

and your bow to break go unanswered

you get better at aiming

and the saddest part is that

am starting to love it

[blackendian]

Dark souls

and we sink deeper into the abyss that we ourselves have created and now call it life we march headlong into the darkness each step turning a blind eye to the evils we enjoy

the monsters we used to fear are now living inside of us we are the monsters

the reflections in our mirrors are foggy and misty we are not who we used to be dark as we can be our souls are growing even darker. Is this what we were meant to be?

[blackendian]

our souls flying away as we watch helplessly, when did we turn so dark?

[blackendian]

I can hear you speaking from miles away, for us, distance is just that, distance

[blackendian]

Love

It hurts

but at the end of the day

it seems worth it

or maybe not

yet, infinitely,

we remember those we loved

not those we didn't

the pain it brings

is more than anyone deserves

death is always easier

but the memories it gives

are worth more than diamonds and gold

cherish those close

show them you love them

let them know

how much they mean to you

each day, if you can

because death is inevitable

and because the words you never said

are so close

to the pain of love

Love

and don't fear, because

love is kind

love is understanding

understanding her and him

love is beautiful

and yet sometimes ugly

heck, love is stupid

a clever kind of dumbness

love is crazy,

insanity at its best

love is suicide

a rather lovely one

for what is greater than dying for a loved one?

Love is humorous and cheerful

sometimes sad and depressing

a beautiful kind of sad

love hurts

love is happiness

love is...

...Love.

[blackendian]

Gray...

Gray…

we look at each other

sick of one another

yet the longing for each other

is at its peak.

We live like dogs

and we love it

fighting one minute

acting all lovey dovey the next

our hearts bleeding one second

the next we're joyful we met.

The day we met

a gray day for both of us

at the bar downtown

drinking our troubles away, we said

we drunk ourselves almost to death

and then you said, 'Take me Home'

Five years later, you still can't find your way out of our home

or as you keep calling it, my home.

Now we are almost gray

no fun in us anymore

no more parties and losing ourselves

clouds always seem gray to us

all days look gray and dark to us

even when the sun is out

we are always half-sure its gonna rain

everything is not the same anymore.

Its all gray.

So now my love

just as I felt at home with you that first day

there's no one I'd rather have by my side

during these gray days.

May we grow gray together

til the last breath break us apart

may we be laid side by side in our gray coffins

in that small plot by the corner of the gray cemetery

with two gray whiskey bottles in our hands

just in case we get to see a gray day on the other side

...gray.

[blackendian]

Love, she cries herself to sleep for her love didn't make it home, love.

[lielalie-deactivated20161012]

sylvia

you’d have rather been a dream but instead you’re on stage- the panels cold on the souls of your feet, and look- the audience aren’t falling in love they are falling asleep.

hands chase each other in a circle but they’ll never touch, in a place so godless you’re trying not to laugh; the challenge is too much.

i know you’re let down; but stop kicking yourself in the face. remember: you’re not old or done in quite yet. it’d be a shame to let your tongue go to waste, so sylvia, take your head out the oven. i can tell you no one comes and you die all alone.