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@brokendolphins
She stays up late I wake up early She rubs my back Until she hears me breathing deeply I make her coffee, And kiss her in the morning, So it’s not her alarm that wakes her. I drive And she changes the music. I say something stupid And she laughs. She wears my mother’s ring And i wear her favorite tie I tell her I love her And she crinkles her Nose before she shouts, I love you more, Dancing, And me singing.
[Jay]
Instagram | Published book of poetry found here
(via jay-hoover)
My love is a pair of scissors I keep begging you not to run with.
Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
Here we are again at the base of this poem about a man ashamed of the hands he touches other people with. Too stubborn to admit love when it’s stuck in his throat like hard candy, like juice gone down wrong. He can’t stop coughing it up. Here we are again, me and this poem, trying to persuade you that it’s romantic, not to be chased but to be held off, to make friends with the waiting room but not the people in it because the people keep changing but me and this room we just keep on waiting. Funny how things can tell you exactly what they are and you’ll still find a way to be surprised and disappointed later. It’s not the room’s fault that nobody likes waiting. It’s not the man’s fault I keep crawling down his throat and making myself a choking hazard.
SAME OLD, SAME OLD by Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
I faltered in concluding lips that could seal your presence in an abstract formula that seized my every displeasure
we inhaled snubbed regrets to dissociate the welcoming of reflective hands, yet we still let go of smiles & catered elasticity to prolong the four squares vying for your heart - I never wanted thorns or gated serenades, stars & limited versions of light
I just want more of you
you don’t always get to choose how hard you love
I’m sorry is what I should have said because I didn’t mean to love you far more than I was ever able to love myself and the universe is fickle and hearts are foolish they grant another access to their innermost parts without realizing how easy it is to have a tragic end I’m sorry that hope is the cruelest of virtues because it can never be taken once it’s been gifted and that I have allowed your courage to make a home in me and you have allowed my faith to ignite a light in you
Unfinished Stories #413 by Abby S (via fireandsteelofangels)
You shot me in the head but said you meant to shoot me in the foot Apologized for having bad aim But not for the hole in my brain Apologized for not doing what you meant to do But not for what you did Can you at least clean up the blood? Stop standing there and start to scrub Put my skull back together Do something now Told me not to worry, from now on just good weather. But good and bad are relative Brains fried because of you Best to clean it later besides you need to live Back to power over me Beneath the ground is where you think I’m meant to be Dying on the ground please just an apology now I see you leaving once more You said no when I tried to go before I’m tired and hurt Shouldn’t have let my attention advert Better late than never Still time to say “I’m sorry” Just help me escape our violent forever Give me peace in place of the piece of me you ruined Some route to recovery, some way to let this nightmare end Are you coming back to apologize? No. You need to forget me as I need to forget you. And the best way to do that is to shoot me again.
Sandra Lidell (via theprocast)
My sheets reek of perfumed corpse. Like we tried to mask the decay with something beautiful. Like this body between ours isn’t the result of something so sinister that even I can’t look it in the eyes. I thought it’d be impossible to ignore this death but you keep rolling over to my side of the bed like there’s room for three. I know you feel the rotting heart between my ribs It beats so slow that I’m certain it will stop. You know, love doesn’t die- it decays. And skeletons don’t sleep in closets when there are perfectly good mattresses available.
DEATHBED (via anxieusly)
I once said that I’m always living in the past because that’s where we were last happy, but maybe I don’t know which heartbeat my feet answer to when the sun entrusted a grave cavity to the whisper of your palm
most days I’m stuck in a traffic jam inside of my chest, but the wind is singing the encore of your lips
I want to fold the corners of your smile into a cloud & watch you drift away, summarize the extent of a jagged circumference that pinpoints us into a misspelled dance
I like to think you loved me at my worst
but I’ve been hanging onto windows like my salvation is in the way you will look at me next time like a prayer is a miracle cured by two hands choosing to drown in the distance & still shelter the last grain of sand sifted in untidy thoughts
& I could say your name until the alphabet is as knotted as my eyes adjusting to 72 hours of daylight, but I know the rain touched your face today
& I didn’t
chasing anarchy at seventeen lit cigarettes bit in chipped teeth spawning 2am highways riding 95 been burning both ends since before we could drive worn leather jackets but more worn out skin the sun stopped kissing us now it sinks in vagabond vixens hunting warm beer and hot boys the quiet of home couldn’t muffle our noise the darker the lipstick the louder our call they wanted to catch us we wanted to fall.
Mt (via tellherium)
What I wish to feel, I can only feel with you.
Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)
Soon the world will swallow us and all that we’ve lived through and have been through and there won’t be any evidence that we once existed. Soon there will be a day when they put my body in the ground and as morbid as this sound’s my body will start to decay. Everything that I was will die. I guess my point is while we are still living, while we are still flesh and blood and tears and heartbreak I don’t want to spend another minute without you. A world in where we don’t exist is a world I don’t want to be in. So while we are flesh and bone I have to say this, I need to say this. I love you. I love you in the most purest of forms and in the most sinful ways, I love you. I love you and I can not even begin to explain to you how you make me feel. It’s like you’re in me, you’re in my veins. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t think! I love you and I’m not going to spend another moment pretending I don’t. I love you and it’s as simple as that. I love you and god I hope you love me too.
Love, Heartbreak & Everything in between // Deeply Feeling Series (via promisesofamazing)
@jarfidd
Eve, I say, this boy is both Eden and the apple. I bite into one and taste them both.
excerpt from Apples & Elm Trees, Angelea Lowes (via wildfairy)
lets break every promise we ever made like we are breaking each others hearts
lets go to all those places we don’t want to be seen in but want to go together
lets say all the words we don’t mean but want to hear, need to hear
lets call it love when it is barely a connection and a spark
lets call it forever when we are gonna break each other the next moment
lets fuck with each others brains just because it is fun because we are good at it
lots of people believe that time will heal all wounds but I don’t buy it because when someone blasts a hole in your life it tends to stay open even after the wound heals the surface will still remain tainted by scars that sink deeper than the feelings you hold inside and hey, i do believe in healing but losing someone or being hurt by another isn’t something you just move on from you just won’t be the same person that you were before so I think once something’s broken it won’t ever be fully healed it will be permanently damaged in some way
does time heal all wounds? comment your answer below. (via ashleymacleanblog)
It’s been months since I heard your laugh the last time and still, you haunt me in the early hours of the morning, in those minutes of being half-asleep and half-awake, making me lose my sense for reality all over again.
// get out of my head j.d.m.
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For my daughters You’re gonna be born into a society that will try to sew your lips and chain you down but before they try to seize your voice remember that you are born with scorching flames inside of you, you’re meant to roar like a dragon. So never let anyone silence yourself. You’re gonna grow up surrounded by people who will insist on sculpting your body according to what their idea of perfection is. But before they blind you with this delusion, I want you to know that you’re not obliged to meet up with their standards of beauty. You’re made of cosmos and combat, and that’s far more beautiful than what anyone can ever be. You will be expected to keep quiet, may it be when a boy in your class pulls your hair or when a man gropes you on the street. You will be told not to overreact. At times like that I want you to know that you’re stronger than you think, and you should raise your voice against anyone who violates your body. Tell the boy in your class not to pull your hair so he won’t grow up to think it’s okay to grope a girl on the street. Education is one of the most important part of you life, don’t let anyone make you believe otherwise. You will be born to be leaders, to move mountains, to make a change in this world and nothing will help you more than having a good education so never compromise your education for anyone. You’re gonna be born with divine fire wrapped in thunder. You’re gonna be strong like hurricanes and cyclones. And nothing can ever stop you. For when you will be born, It wouldn’t be the birth of just a girl; It would be the birth of a revolution.
Mahin Ismail (via faded-flare)
