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she wrote blindly her fingers pressing the pen into the paper leaving bruises feelings love poetry and her soul she wrote with her eyes closed but her with her heart open it was all or nothing

k.m (via fluohrine)

TO all that show up on this page. I have recently made a wordpress. It would mean the world if you checked it out www.disasterz0ne.wordpress.com ❤️❤️ there are more recent works up on there

manicaftermidnite

To put our art, our writing, our photography, our ideas out into the world with no assurance of acceptance or appreciation–that’s also vulnerability. To let ourselves sink into the joyful moments of our lives even though we know that they are fleeting, even though the world tells us not to be too happy lest we invite disaster–that’s an intense form of vulnerability.

Daring Greatly (via manicaftermidnite)

virgohumor

the smell of a city on a warm summer night

honiggelb

fall-in-love-with-my-sorrow-dea

blue-voids

Ink spills

Like a glass being filled by an over eager waiter I'm overflowing. I've got too much love Too much hope I'm brimming with serendipity And refuse to acknowledge that faster than I can imagine I will soon cascade down the sides of glass barriers I cannot raise. I will fall. I will spill. Not so majestically, Maybe break a few things along the way. Break more than bones perhaps. My will. My heart. My deepest desires. But it will be beautiful. A disaster of course but a beautiful one nonetheless. And although I refuse to acknowledge it, I am aware that gravity will do its job yet again. Not allowing me to stay suspended in air, in between lines. I will rush forth Bubbling and gurgling Onto a new surface. Alien land. Forced to adapt. To shift shapes yet again so that I can know existence again. And now I'm building Dams faster than you know. Working to constrict myself. Prevent unnecessary spillage. -Kaltum Shire

entbehrung

Softer

Softer It’s in the subtle way you react when I get too emotional. In the way you shut down when I get too passionate. In the way you scold when I begin to get frantic. Urge me to be softer. Smoother. Less combustible. To suppress,constrict and lay dormant. To be prettier.  I don’t want to be cut into bite sized bits you can chew.  I want to be whole so you can’t swallow me alive and call me art. I’m not a structured painting you can manipulate with careful strokes. I’m more than a man made masterpiece, I am gods handiwork perfectly imperfect ice I am performance art,  it’s impossible to constrain this living into mere metaphors.  I will not be chipped at and buffed. I am not soft. I am not small. I’m not easy to digest.  No amount of chisels and chiseled niggas will carve me into anything I am not. -Kaltum shire