LastNight's GaslightBlackout

I'm new in the world writing. This is a poetry blog for sharing my thoughts, short stories, and original poetry with a, decidedly preferred, anonymous audience. :)

[wordsnquotes]

Sometimes I like you so much I can’t stand it. It fills up inside me, all the way to the brim, and I feel like I could overflow. I like you so much I don’t know what to do with it. My heart beats so fast when I know I’m going to see you again. And then, when you look at me the way you do, I feel like the luckiest [person] in the world.

Jenny Han, P.S. I Still Love You (via wordsnquotes)

[drinkfromthefountainsoffire]

The ship in the bottle was taunting me, so I poured it into my glass. and dreamt the I could escape on salty seas to the ends of the earth from the past. Or at least, just out of it’s grasp.

[drunkofmovies]

[interview-withapancake]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAOpMQE6aQ8)

This is why I love her. 

[drinkfromthefountainsoffire]

A Mermaid’s Prologue

Don't you remember? You told me you loved me. You said we were drowning together but, I thought I saw you breathing. Those underwater voices speak of deception in hushed tones. Did you lie to get my sympathy? You had it from the start. But more than that deceiver, you've always had my heart. The further I sink, the less I see of you. The water gets colder, the salt starts to sting my eyes. I can no longer see. See a purpose for this fantasy. The downsides add weight to my ever-submerging frame. And isn't it a pity? The darkness seeps into my eyes and I inhale. My last thought is one of Irony. "I thought you were my savior; “

[slobbering]

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By Marlen Komar

Ugly People Beautiful Hearts- my poetry ebook- is now available on Barnes & Noble,Amazon, and PDF!

[drinkfromthefountainsoffire]

How many sweet words can I never say? How many acts of caring can I never repay? My hands are bound body able but unwilling  Mind torn in two indecision ever growing

I feel lazy though I’m not sure that I am My intentions fill my head while my body lays inactive strewn across my bed (count the missed opportunities)

I’d love to show you all, your numbers are so few that I appreciate that I  L O V E you for what you do

But I get overwhelmed I CHOKE my intentions come undone

I’d love to do my best I KNOW how I can I search for capability in this intentions wasteland

[theoutsiders-blog]

The head of a company survived 9/11 because His son started kindergarten. Another fellow was alive because it was His turn to bring donuts. One woman was late because her Alarm clock didn’t go off in time. One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike Because of an auto accident. One of them Missed his bus. One spilled food on her clothes and had to take Time to change. One’s Car wouldn’t start. One couldn’t Get a taxi. The one that struck me was the man Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, Took the various means to get to work but before. He got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.. Now when I am Stuck in traffic, Miss an elevator, Turn back to answer a ringing telephone… All the little things that annoy me, I think to myself, This is exactly where I’m meant to be At this very moment

(via napsforlyfe)

[drinkfromthefountainsoffire]

Things that evoke powerful nostalgia are something to treasure. I find myself transported to a wonderful, blissful, emptiness. It is empty of restrictions on what cannot be. Free of doubt and hurtful realities. In this, there is a home for daydreams, make believe, and the truly special realities too wonderful to be forgotten. 

[inspiring-pictures]

[drinkfromthefountainsoffire]

You’re just waiting around for a reason to be untapped potential, it seems

You decided on not trying, to ward off a failure I wish you knew

If you knew me then you’d maybe understand how a soul buried can resurface

with new life sought after fought for misunderstood for so long lost and found again.. and again.. and again..

Inspired I wish you would be

[drinkfromthefountainsoffire]

Floating through the airwaves Writhing in uncertainty A corpse in a river, without a constant

[drinkfromthefountainsoffire]

That Old Thing

A chilling touch on my ears gentle drums, a somber hand strums

All at once, whenever, wherever that old thing is back again Trying to hold onto a thought  Aint. So. Easy.

The sound of an almost lover haunts with lachrymose pangs 

Sweet dose of sorrow,  bitter message on repeat: “Goodbye my love, if only, if only”

We were never to have to hold, to touch We knew better, that old thing will tell as much.

[drinkfromthefountainsoffire]

You stole me lover, though I wasn’t yours to have                                       

You feed the fantasies in my head that say you are my better half.

Lie to me lover, and I’m forever yours. Remove yourself from the equation, and feel no remorse.  

FEAR, of loss HURT, over silence ANGER, in our future Truth would be too painful, though my life would be set free                         

These feelings I embody I can never unbe ‘Let me go or keep me, Love me or leave me be’ If only it were that simple                      

I question not your love for me, but for another The two of us would be miserable, The three of us would be sublime.

Honey, you get me high Though higher still, does He keep me.  

I love you to pieces and I love you back together But He stays with me through any and all weather.                         

[drinkfromthefountainsoffire]

Fragile strong man                                                                                                    Loud quiet thinker                                                                                                   Anguish lover,                                                                                                          you bring me anguish.       

Conversation awry,                                                                                                   Voiceless intentions                                                                                                 G r o o v e  to the silence,                                                                                       Smile through the pain.

[drinkfromthefountainsoffire]

Sitting in the reformed tundra that is my room, I think of you

Why did I love you?

Why do I need you? 

I want you dead lover, I need you mine.