Barefoot Ingenue

[dancingphoenix-blog]

No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

Billy Collins, "Forgetfulness."

[acupofkeen]

I’m just a sucker for those

good old fashioned 

encounters 

with strangers 

you meet 

by accident.

[dancingphoenix-blog]

[dancingphoenix-blog]

The chalk-brushed feet of my pauses scrape

a white lettered inquiry

onto the pavement of our interactions:

What do you want from me?

[dancingphoenix-blog]

Hardship brings us closer to truth, and thus is more difficult to bear, but from it alone comes compassion. And so I've told the world that it can do what it wants with me during this trip if only, by the end, I have learned something more. A bargain then. The journey, my teacher.”

Kira Salak

[dancingphoenix-blog]

My first kiss: the summer we turned sixteen,

under the road, just after the place where

the rapids became safe.

But it wasn't real. 

Two weeks before summer ended

in the parking lot I hugged 

my new best friend goodbye.

If we'd never kissed,

I'd remember him,

green eyes laughing, tossing 

a smile back over

his shoulder, pedaling away

on a new, black mountain bike.

[dancingphoenix-blog]

Fireworks

burst through silver chain link fence,

fly over two dumpsters in the

middle of a crowd. 

A collection of moments

our hearts tried to beat with

the colors in the sky.

[dancingphoenix-blog]

I forgot how this apartment,

half-empty, echoes like a cavern.

How, a year ago tonight, I slept

on a bed made from the boxes 

of clothes I'd carried out the front door of my

red-brick childhood home and up

this flight of orange carpeted stairs. 

That first night, a short, borrowed, lamp

cast a ghostly circle on my ceiling. 

I forgot how happy we were that first 

night, how even after hours of cleaning I

couldn't stop smiling. It took hours and hours

for me to finally sleep. I wonder

if whoever comes after us, will be happy

like that. Now, alone in our once again

half-empty apartment,

I'm already homesick-

for this place that I love,

and the girl that I was.  

[dancingphoenix-blog]

10 Amazing Lady Explorers Who Aren't Columbus

Required reading. 

[matauryn]

[dancingphoenix-blog]

Maybe 

someday

I'll make peace

with the fact that my heart,

like my hair,

kind of does

what it wants. 

An entity swayed by 

its moods and thoughts,

utterly ungovernable. 

[dancingphoenix-blog]

Your blog is just perfect. Im a bit sad right now and all of the quotes and meaningful pictures you have posted are just perfect. Thank you for existing

Hugs. Feel you on the bit sad. Hope things start looking up. 

[dancingphoenix-blog]

Are you a troll? Because you said its YOUR bridge, so I guess you're a troll.

I wish. That would be badass as hell. Just a girl who hangs out under bridges, listening to traffic and water. Shit writers do I guess. 

[dancingphoenix-blog]

This.

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Sometimes you see the sun set on something you want very, very badly, and reach through the night, to find it gone. Sometimes it takes a while to notice the sunrise again. 

[thinaircolorado-blog]

Gem Lake at Rocky Mountain National Park #colorado

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[dancingphoenix-blog]

Add this view to the list of things currently making me ridiculously homesick. 

[superchagny-deactivated20130207]

Yeah so this got a genuine laugh.

My grandfather got suspended from Catholic school for referring to Jesus Christ and the twelve apostles as J.C. and the Boys.