The pond to your Pacific

It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply.

[edenmuses]

i became the ache

that my heart forgot to carry

where have i gone?

i pose to Aristotle, to Plato

what form can i attend to

can beg of

to show me the sun

the sum of every ache

of every heart

and wander, falteringly

back to my cave

where the shadows await

my enduring embrace

where I can forget

that my heart

forgot how to break

[ginadope]

'Where am I going?' Take a guess Do not look behind you Do not grab the knife

Nearby, underneath Crawl shame, leftover pride Irises and roses Ridiculed love

Untouched, they growl And untouched They wither

[becomingpoet]

I was looking forward to summer

To that fringe of heat shimmering

On the edge of the horizon

To clear night skies, and a million bright stars

I was looking forward to July, and to August

And to every month thereafter

Until the temperatures simmered

One degree below one hundred

Until the air was thick with sweat

And you were so close, but so far

Until I was smothered, despite the distance

I was looking forward to you, and to summer

And I am overwhelmed by you both

Anxious for autumn to break the fever

[juansendizon]

[juansendizon]

[isloveevenrealanymore]

-m.h

[isloveevenrealanymore]

-m.h

[vodkakilledtheteen]

Sorry.

[vodkakilledtheteen]

Sorry.

[chuckakot]

But of course, I want you to listen to me– the humanity in my veins. I am not patronizing or whatever, but I want you to be a little kinder to me, if you allow me, to stand in your door, and let my life unfolds with you, in which: this is how I am going to love you, always close to me, and be present in your arms, to throb me with your fear and sorrow, how I delight to comfort you, to give in to the last temptation, the quiet dignity which far greater to our past.

Chuck Akot, from Letters to M, QUIET DIGNITY (via shinypizzakid)

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

I spent my morning cataloging dewdrops as a form of prayer,

asking for the wisdom to learn the name of each glimmer

and the love to treasure each delicate truth.

[fightingborderline]

I feel like I am not enough and too much at the same time

[fightingborderline]

I feel like I am not enough and too much at the same time

[poemsnotpromises]

Deep breaths.

I've learned

to wash my own

soul, scrubbed

every fine line,

every nook and

cranny until

it was spotless

enough to see

my own reflection

again.

---

It wasn't

an easy cleanup.

My heart was

in transit,

transient

for years

until you gave in

and gave me

a real home

and a face

and a name.

---

Walls can be

either restricting

or soothing, but

rarely both.

We can have

both.

---

Misfortune is

its own type

of high and

anxiety a

special kind of

ache.

---

Just the

sight of you

is a high

itself. I'll

be fine.

I will be

just fine.

---

And you'll be

just a whisper.

[andillbeancuteboyifiwantto]

Optimism is great

Hope is healthy

Fuck it's actually torture

Some people never will change

Yet you'll be up late

Fingers tight in short hair

Stifling the sobs

As they wrack your body in pain

Realizing unconditional love

Flesh and family by blood

Will screw you over everytime

Hurl words of a person you weren't

Aren't

An enviroment of toxic gas

You may never be free of

It's filled space inside you

Fueled gasoline onto therapy fires

Or maybe you're the stupid one-

They twist and burn you

Leaving you rotted with their vile nature

To believe in it, in the stinging words

Yet maybe one day

One day they'll accept you

(Yeah right)

Realize their errors

(When hell freezes over)

[ellisnightingale]

[vodkakilledtheteen]

“Do you ever forget to breathe? Every passing day feels like a repetition of every other day. You’re tired. You think it’s because you might be getting sick or maybe you don’t give your body the proper rest. But the truth is you’re just tired of reality. Your bones feel weak and your mind feels heavy because you want to get out of the expected. You want to fly to the moon and bring a piece of it with you. You want to fly to the sky at night and steal a star to light up your heart when it gets dark. Do you ever forget to breathe because you feel like you’re not really living, and your mind is always being swallowed by fear.”

— — Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing