with a heart of ash

kelsey. 22. canadian prairies.

[coeurdecendres]

I haven't written in so long or read a fic I think it's time to dust off my brain

[coeurdecendres]

the clock strikes midnight and we are a Crime Scene Love staring at hands and wondering how we bandage this up how we stop making bullet wounds out of names how we go back in time to when we hard swallowed fairytales and let Happiness make her way between us. the clock strikes midnight and he- he is all iron trigger. smoking gun. me. a target. me. standing still. the heart- 'please. shoot. i would still do anything for  you.'

inspired by nameless night by @sadamenoito

[coeurdecendres]

i'm sorry for the things i wrote while i was learning to let go. i'm sorry i let our hearts turn sour that i forgot what it felt like to stop running running running from the sound of your  name. i'm sorry for the way we ended handing back pieces of ourselves to each other for the marks i left on your back for not wiping off yours on mine. sometimes i still lose myself in you and it isn't fair because im so damn tired of not saying goodbye to ghosts but you're still living, aren't you. you're still living and i'm drowning in something that tastes like a summer of falling in love.

inspired by to the ends of the earth by @stylinsoncity

[alltheselights]

Another concept: Things about this band make sense for the first time in years. All four members attend the show and walk the red carpet together. The boys aren’t interviewed on the red carpet because there is nothing for them to promote. My eyeballs don’t have to roll into the back of my skull.

[lindsevmorgans]

i say ‘growing up girl is hard swallowing down fairytles to remember what it means to be soft.’ you say i’m mistaken. you say growing up girl is free drinks  and free meals and nights spent feeding a starving heart with words a nice boy spills like confession. i say 'growing up girl is leaving behind  a summer of skinned knees the day my body came to me.’ i say 'growing up girl  is knowing you have a one in five chance of becoming a statistic and if you can name four women you know at least one who treats her body with apologies every night because of the necklace of hands someone else wrapped around her neck.’ a woman speaks but it is not her words. a woman speaks but your voice comes out 'she is the three percent she wanted it she asked for it she turned her own skin into a trauma room.’ this is how it will go: you ask a woman to choose between career and safety while wiring her spine with grenades that scream 'faking it’ the moment she chooses career. she chooses safety and you blame her for existing.

growing up girl (via lindsevmorgans)

[proteja-deactivated20111228]

[coeurdecendres]

Heads up I have another writing blog for stuff that isn't fandom poetry if anyone is interested it is msbarks (this one will still be used for fic poetry the other one will not!!)

[risingphoenixpress-deactivated2]

The February issue of The Rising Phoenix Review is officially underway. Our feature poem for February 6th is Eve By Kelsey Krempasky Here is an excerpt from Kelsey’s poem: how you looked the snake in the eyes and took a hold of that apple. you, rotting from the inside, so tired of being soft sick of your broken bible spine. Read the full poem here

[coeurdecendres]

im finding you under my fingernails and wondering how the hell you got there when i started trying to breathe you out only to find your name taking up space digging out my heart and finding nothing but your fingerprints saying ‘i was here i was here i was here.’ i see you and i think of before of the days we spent under the sun when all we needed was each other and happiness made a home between our fingers. i dont know how we got to the after when we became mangled hearts trying to claw their way out of ribbed cages when we started shouting ‘i love you'  knee deep in a grave i dont remember creating. i dont know how we got here but im so damn tired of your ‘later’ of looking at hands and wondering why i can’t reach you anymore when i dont remember losing you.

inspired by love is a human right by @conscious–ramblings

[coeurdecendres]

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[coeurdecendres]

but you see im so damn tired of being  hard of looking at these hands and wondering where they came from and i think i know how Icarus felt when he saw the sun for the first time because i look at you i look at you and i see the universe. i look at you and i want the soft bits the bits where we swallow fairytales and make our own endings. oh god, to be full of tenderness for you. to make your name a language for this broken battle country to see a future that isn't jagged edges but a series of moments a series of softness of breath on breath wind moving through our window as the moon sighs 'finally. finally he has learned that love doesn't taste like whiskey.'

soft (inspired by soft hands, fast feet, can’t lose by @haydolce​)

[coeurdecendres]

do you feel that?  its your name. your name etched onto every surface your prints laying claim  over this beating heart and i dont think there is a surface you haven’t touched haven’t kissed haven’t whispered ‘ill come back’ and you don’t see. you dont see the nights i spend carving out  the forevers you promised i keep in my chest turning them in my hands because this isn’t like wishing on a star. this doesn’t make me feel like you will come home come back come to bed these secrets i keep between my ribs remind me of every moment spent with you the days i hung off of happiness’ arms when we bandaged each other with something that tasted like hope when your smile took over your face until i saw nothing else. i will hold onto your words the way i would hold onto you the way i hold onto these photographs. i will hold on until even the stars are begging for your name.

untitled (inspired by another hazy May by @tequilila)

[vaesna]

“Treat me soft but touch me cruel I wanna teach you things you never knew Bring the floor up to my knees Let me fall into your gravity And kiss me back to life to see Your body standing over me.”

  —  Adele // I Miss You.

[zaynharry]

x

[liamsjoker]

Reblog if you're a safe space for 1D fans of ALL sexualities and ALL genders.

[intensedrarry]

Which are the quotes in fics that changed you? Or that you remember more?

“ I like the idea of getting drunk on the colour of your eyes “ ( Jump Before we Fall)

“Harry kisses like he’s got twenty seconds to live but twelve and a half eternities to stay, like he’s drowning and he’s trying to bring Louis down with him” ( Another Hazy May)

“With a sharp tug, Harry pulls down Louis’ shorts. His smile is sweet, as sweet as his voice. “Bet this is something I can do better than you.” ( Pull Me Under)

“There’s still so much of the boy I fell in love with. So many things that remind me of him, and what we were.“ ( Empty Skies)

“Harry fucks like a contradiction, but Louis’ always appreciated antithesis”. (Another Hazy May)

“It’s a bit piteous, how Louis has come to define space by whether it allows him to touch”. ( Pull Me Under)

“You’re, like, dirty clean tonight. Hot clean. Clean and dirty hot.” ( Relief Next to Me)

“Wanna kiss you,” Louis tells him, softly. “Fucking hate kissing you.” ( I’d rather hear my dog bark at a crow) 

“They might crash and burn, but if they do, Louis hopes it will be fireworks”. ( Pull Me Under)

“I loved you before I ever touched you” ( These inconvenient Fireworks)

“When did you stop loving me?” ( I’d rather hear my dog bark at a crow)

“I’m no one’s caged bird” ( Escapade)

[coeurdecendres]

they’re etching our story into  the history books asking for the part that happened  before we met but your name is spilling out of my mouth out of my open palms bleeding from my lungs. i guess this is the part where you leave, turn the page, erase yourself from my part of the narrative but i can’t. forgetting isn’t an easy task and i thought this was it. i thought if i begged if i asked if we played pretend it would be real. you would stay but im waking up with my heart  bleeding in my hands and you. you are somewhere placing yours in someone else. (you’re gone and im swallowing glass to cover the bruises)

they’re asking where the bullet is and im pointing to every place you touched (inspired by nameless night by @sadamenoito)