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Once Upon A Time
In a place that didn’t exist There was no music No neon lights No vomit No struggle between good and evil No lesson to learn
Once upon a time In a empty corner of space and time There was nothing No stars No planets No anxiety medication No fluorescent hum
Once upon a time Far far away from everything We didn’t exist And everything seemed kind of alright
I Want To Be Reborn
I want to be reformed I want to fall inside a volcano and erupt into something new I want to see new things God I want to see new things New faces New places New skylines New trees New sunsets New friends New chances New dirt I want a fake drivers license and a phony passport I want a new local 6 O'clock news I want new weather systems New problems I want to lay awake at night thinking about how weird it is that I’m in a new place far away from home I want to walk around the streets at night listening to music and not knowing what’s around the next block I want to make new mistakes New grievances I want to wake up excited about something other than drugs or money I want the freedom of anonymity I want people to know me at this moment And not some shadow formed years ago
'Stop' Part 1284769
Stop talking so much So drinking so much Stop being so ignorant Stop pretending you’re smart when you’re really just drunk Stop thinking it’s okay to get fucked up before every little thing or special occasion Stop building pretty facades inside your head Stop not taking care of yourself Stop the bullshit Stop the bullshit Stop making people feel bad about themselves Stop taking out your insecurities on everyone around you Stop relying on drugs so much Stop smoking so much Stop not paying attention to what others think about you Stop being so disgusting Stop acting like you’re in grade school Stop using poetry as a reason to be a bitter asshole Stop pretending to be a genius Stop holding grudges so near and dear to your heart Stop all the dependency Stop the constant escape Stop risking you well-being for some temporary rush Stop making everyone around you miserable Stop making everyone think it’s their fault Stop being so loud Stop being frozen in time Stop living in the clouds Stop rationalizing everything Stop being so dramatic Stop feeling like you need to make people laugh constantly Stop listening to the same songs over and over hoping they’ll explain your bad choices Stop risking a happy future for a momentary high Stop letting everyone down Stop isolating yourself from the outside world Stop working so hard to be damaged goods Stop making special exceptions for yourself Stop thinking you can’t be happy without chemicals Stop having panic attacks at four in the morning listing everything you need to stop doing
I like to pretend that I would slam the door in your face if I found you on my doorstep five years from now. I like to think that, given what happened, I’d tell you to get lost and never call me again. If you’d ask why, I’d list all the things you’d ever done to me, all the times you’d broken my heart and made me feel like being myself wasn’t enough. I like to pretend I’d recognise you for the waste of time and tears you were. That you still are. But there is that small part of me that is afraid. That small part of me that would hold open the door for you and invite you in, the part that would offer you a cup of coffee and remember that you like it with too much sugar. The part of me that still craves your presence on some days and misses the way you brushed my hair from my forehead or how you laughed too loud or swore too much or let me call you in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep. There is one thing I’m sure of, though. I hope you never show up on my doorstep again because God, I have no idea what I would do.
5 years from now n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
Soft Songs Whisper Apocalyptic Breakdowns Inside My Ear While No One's Watching
The leaves have fallen The streets are empty My feet are cold My heart’s heavy Not in a metaphorical way But my heart literally feels heavy inside of my chest
I wish I was with you I’m not too sure who ‘you’ is But I wish I was with you Laying in bed With my head on your chest And your hands through my hair With warm burgundy blankets Tossing soft songs back to one another With a television or radio or smartphone speaker humming With weather outside Rain or snow or wind or nothing I don’t know I wish I was with you
My bones vibrate inside my flesh I hear my ancestors scream I hear cars on the parkway muttering back and forth I see my future ahead of me Kind of like a black and white puttering television screen I see my future ahead of me But no one could ever know what it really means
Am I worth your devotion Am I worth your international love letters Am I worth your intelligence Am I worth your time Am I worth any time Does it matter I don’t know People tell me I told you so And I avoid those people People tell me I’m flawed And I smile to myself
Maybe one day I can be with you In a sunny dream Speckled with daffodils and sentimental perfume Maybe one day I’ll stop not wanting to exist so bad Maybe some day I’ll wake up next to you Maybe not But it’s the only thing I have
Should I Stay?
I remember when I was small I say small because I am still young But once I was even younger With big golden eyes filled with hope Now my eyes aren’t gold at all There isn’t enough light to make them shine Not here in these four walls Everyone asks “What’s wrong?” And I just shrug fake a smile Say softly “I’m fine.” And I am fine just a little sad Sad that life didn’t go the way I expected Not that I really had anything planned anyway I just go where I’m wanted And leave when I’m not It’s always a short stay I just keep waiting for the right place The place that says “Please don’t go.” But I’m scared I already found it And said goodbye anyway
“Heartbreak is how many of us first learn self-discipline,” my psychology professor said. “Your heart is screaming at you. It’s aching in your chest. But your mind says, ‘We’re okay. It may not feel like it, but I know it. We’ll be just fine.’ And this is where we learn mind over matter.” My heart wrenched in my chest, and I looked across the lecture hall. There he sat, staring down at his hands. I knew he could feel my eyes on him, so I looked away. My heart begged me to look over again, but my mind told me I’d be just fine, even if I didn’t ever look again.
excerpt from an unfinished book #131 (via un-predictible)
Neatly organized ingredients: owl’s blood, viper’s tongue, bat-wings; dried and powdered, oleander extract’s poison, dead man’s toe, yes, she’s managed to obtain it all.
Evil she is not, I suppose, sometimes ‘x’ doesn’t mark the spot; poor choices do not define a person, even if her plan is wicked, corrupted hearts thrive only in the cruelty of existence; she is lost, but not malicious.
The witch is just a scorned sorcerer, her magic is as light as it is dark; evil is just a matter of opinion.
She once was like a fairy, pure and innocent; a fragile being filled with hope and magic, never to unleash her powers in an attempt to spread hate in the poor hearts of foolish lovers.
I can only say that I pity her fate, never did I expect my quivering hand, used hesitantly and foremost in fear of retribution, scribbling this letter to you, dear reader; ink seems to be my last resort, and this letter will be sent twice in the hope my once figured true love will timely notice its hidden message. Let fate decide hers - M.A. Tempels © 2016
he couldn’t understand all the art that made her who she was but he loved her for the chaos of her world and the music of her soul
k.m (via fluohrine)
Infatuation is quite different from love. If I love you, I’ll always love you. If you’re mysterious and I want to understand you, if you belong to another universe and have your own pull and moons; I’d never forget you. No, I could never forget about you.
poetryleftbyher (via wnq-writers)
Let Your Gut Explode
Let worn shoes drool across cobbled brick roads Let the faces drifting by dissolve into a pestering nothingness Let my words dance inside of your head Let them rearrange themselves into your one-track agenda Let the children weep Let all the little lessons and words of wisdom regurgitate out your throat and into the toilet Let your habits and weird ticks become bigger than yourself Let your identity slowly transform into a court gesture Let the storm come Let more storms come Let the wind blow you over Let the blizzard bury you Let anything with a mouth engulf you Let anything with feet trample you Let the song stuck in your head destroy you Let the shadows from your past whisper behind your back Let the figurative language haunt the babies Let me in I’ve come so far I’ve grown so cold The clock won’t stop ticking The lovers won’t stop screaming ‘I wish I could sleep forever’ ‘I wish I had a mobility scooter’ Let me tell you how everything was just a misunderstanding Let me sing broken lullabies to the treetops Let me rise above And float somewhere far away
The other day, you walked by me with your friends and I could feel the pity in your stare. Don’t you do that. Don’t you look at what I had for you and call it weak. Not when you were the one afraid of it.
Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried (via wnq-writers)
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Monoceros, Rising
Lights glide above Flashing from wings That formally greet The buckshot sky
Cell phones ring And ghostly voices Streak lunar beams That land in backyards
Like Siamese stars Falling, red and white You soar above us all Into another skyline
Jet streams rush Under blushing clouds As you leave my state Of love and grace
Over Monoceros, rising You comb through the doom And meet the vacuum With an atomic embrace
I wish i could go back to the exact moment you fell out of love with me, i want to pause there so you could hear the sound of my heart breaking in your hands as your tore it out of my chest. A bloody mess of my love for you I wish i could go back to the exact moment i fell in love with you, i would pause there just for you. I want you to see the way my heartbeats lit up like stars and it didn’t hurt anymore. I spent my entire life with my heart wanting to stop beating but i didn’t feel that when i was with you. The stars have been dead for a long time, just the dreams of being with you forever.
You were a dream i never wanted to wake up from (via trustissued)
Trace Of Light by Mehran Naghshbandi
There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just mean you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.
Laurell K. Hamilton, Incubus Dreams (via thelovejournals)
Clean My Gutters
Scrape my rust Spoon my eyeballs Mash my brain Mash potatoes Children scream in the family room to my left I just secretively ate a chicken quesadilla in the bathroom I just slid out for a few minutes to smoke a cigarette Maybe even a spliff if I finish the cigarette quickly enough I just ran upstairs to take a few sips of whiskey before everyone else gets here I just hid behind the shed so I could throw up without anyone knowing I just declared war on myself for the greater good I just smoked a bowl in a private government parking garage and don’t know what to think about myself anymore I just ate a bowl of cigarette butts to let you know I cared Stack my shingles Make my bed Write my obituary Write my thank you notes Tell me softly, ‘Go to bed’ A family of raccoons scavenge trash for the babies I just needed some space and didn’t think I’d be able to talk to anyone for a while I just needed some silence so I didn’t hear anything for awhile I lost my appetite I lost my phone I lost my wallet You know how the story goes Yada Yada Yada A fool made a fool out of himself Don’t mind the particulars Goodnight
