Is This Anything?

Poetry? and some artsy bullshit

[coldironsbound]

We waited for a miracle That didn’t work We took our prescriptions We only got hurt Wallow in the tears It will do us no good You can fill yourself with sorrow It doesn’t mean you should We tried to make it work You bet we did But my heart was already broke And yours sold to the highest bid

#PointFormPoetry #Poetry #Photography

[contraband-poetry]

If Tomorrow Wasn't Such A Long Time, Lonesome Would Mean Nothing To Me At All

[introvertunites]

23 Emotions People Feel But Can’t Explain

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

Source John Koenig, writer and creator of The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.

[contraband-poetry]

Love Is Just A 4 Letter Word

[wnq-writers]

I’m sorry, my friend. For in time of my wronging I failed you as a person And for that I lay longing Of a time I once knew Filled with peace and content A time now long gone For my guilt knows no extent.

therecordshows (via wnq-writers)

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

[contraband-poetry]

I'm Not There, I'm Gone

[coldironsbound]

I ain’t found what I was searching for When I left there long ago Its not something to dwell upon Its just some pity for the show She left me in the coldest night I stared out my window The frost was biting at my lip I knew it was time to go

Nobody asks where I am going They’re asking where I’ve been As if the pasts no illusion And the future is a sin They say i played upon some dreams As if a violin Contemplating strategy For the predicament I’m in

Now I am not there I’m never going back Need time to find myself Get myself back on track Searching high and low For the feelings that I lack Stare into the starry night And all I see is black

They all tell me that I’m running But there’s nothing to run from I’m happy with my predicament I find it quite fun They say it was not her But I who started to run When things grew difficult It was She who left me as one

Now they say the trail is lonely And the road has much to tell They say that god is righteous But its the bible that they sell These salesmen and these preachers Say I’m going to hell For running from my misery And drinking from their well

They say that’s my problem That I have to much to lose But when you’ve got nothing at all But your clothes and your shoes What is there to lose now When the sky’s still filled with blues I have all that I need Trust me I have paid my dues

I’ve lived in every country Shared every mans name I loved a million women But none of them the same None of them shared her lips They had never felt her shame I could lay with them and be happy But its me I’ve got to blame

The sun rises on the valley Its a new today I’m leaving this country now I hate for it to be this way I will wander till I find her In her body of yesterday When she no longer needs to run Run so far away

#PointFormPoetry #Poetry #Photography

[contraband-poetry]

In memorium It happened We loved We kissed And we left Forgetting it all Even the fact That we have names Names we wrote Spoke And lips we kissed And bit We often forget But trust me You're ingrained And have been stained In my psyche Until the day I finally die

[wnq-writers]

And so I stayed I came back to you You reached out your hand And I took it And the warmth was familiar And I liked it

livdawg4dayz (via wnq-writers)

[contraband-poetry]

"How are you a virgin?" She moaned Open mouthed Begging I couldn't comply with demands Even though our fingers And our minds We entangled with sensual fury These memories Bitter in taste Falling off my tongue Surreal photographs On scratched up phonographs Blasting my eyes and ears My minds open You were never proud I wasn't yours Never officially You told no one No soul No friend I was just somebody Somebody you loved Physically and emotionally It bothered me Not for long Because you left I wallowed Pitiful Took my pills Bitched Then I found her In all ways superior A lover Who would do for me Everything I did for you But she holds my hand in public Kisses me Not just behind closed doors And in deserted parking lots In front of people Friend and foe She holds me Tells me how she feels And cares What we had Beautiful for a time Today Bitter on my tongue Sorry for the engagements And prior arrangements Plans we made To live in every country To love forever It was silly A fools fucking fortune Now A shadow of what is to come And what has passed

Dylan David Hart

[poems-and-words]

[poems-and-words]

Book of the day:Forbidden by Tabitha Suzuma

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[thelovejournals]

Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all; I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair.

Christopher Poindexter (via thelovejournals)

[wnq-writers]

You caught me looking, asked what I thought about every time I saw your face, and I smiled; said when I looked at you, I didn’t think, I felt.

incandescentghost (via wnq-writers)

[lovelustquotes]

[goodquoteco]

But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.

Margaret Atwood (via hqlines)

[432hzvibes]

the vanilla skies breathe a sigh of relief with the gentle wind fledging on the eve off course in the light of what’s perceived now that two stray paths have interweaved

fires of the day recede and then soon fade  and our points of consciousness decussate if your life circumstances took you away no matter how long you take for you i’d wait because you are great you’re the fuel to my flame

by the fountain our palms converge and fingers interlock heartbeats synchronizing with ticking sound of the clock hands exploring your treasures and counting your scars in my eternally dark and cold world i finally found me a star