a.j.m.

My words, your words, their words, here:

[wordsnquotes]

Come with all your shame, come with your swollen heart, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.

Warsan Shire (via wordsnquotes)

[blossomfully]

How do you know you’ve lost someone? Well, I guess you just know. I mean it starts with them forgetting to text you back, or not saying goodnight. It starts when you feel more alone in their arms than anywhere else in the world. It starts with arguments about stupid things and disagreeing more than you knew possible. It starts with them asking you what movie you want to watch,then choosing something completely different and it ends with them not bothering to ask you anything at all. It ends when they start kissing you with their eyes open and nodding distractedly at everything you say. It ends when there is nothing left but ash because it’s true: the opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference. It ends when silence isn’t comfortable any more and the person sat in front of you is a stranger in strange clothes. You want to know how you know you’ve lost someone? In the end? Just in the same the way you know most things: you just do.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #112 // “How do you know when it’s over?” (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

“Look.” She says. “Sometimes you have to know when to walk away.” “It’s not you. It’s not me. It’s this; it’s us. No one’s to blame, not really. But you make me angry and sad and I’m drowning in what we were.” “Someone once told me that if a person makes you 51% sad and 49% glad it’s time to let go. But you are 90% madness and 10% pain and I have held on too long.” “Look.” She glances at his folded hands, his white knuckles. “Can you honestly say that you are happy here?” “Look.” She whispers, and she isn’t sure whether the question is directed at him or herself. “Are you in love with me or who I was?”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #105 “When do you know it’s time to let go?” (via blossomfully)

[endlessperspectiveexpressions]

Poem for my Sunshine

Dreaming upon a cloud

lies a child that won’t come down.

She’s sharing stories with the sun

far away from everyone.

Like feathers with a youthful bounce,

their bones fade, and their spirits spring out.

He shines down light for her to play.

Though if he weeps, she loves the rain.

She says, “We’re growing flowers in each other minds.

I’ll water your garden, if you water mine.

Thank you for your warmth, 

and kind guidance that leads me forth.

I am not alone when you are in my thoughts.

I no longer feel so lost.

Comforting soul friend, my home in the flesh,

you’re a needed accomplice in life’s chaotic mess.

Adrift in my sorrows with little hope for tomorrow,

even in the darkness I can see your light.

For you support the entire moons brightness

in the middle of the night.

Dream drift to be

the Great King of the deep sea.

Grab your tools and come rule with me.

Help me conquer these demons that think they roam free,

whether in our real lives or just make-believe.”

Then the child fell asleep on a wispy featherbed,

with thoughts of her sunshine easing her head.

[endlessperspectiveexpressions]

A sickening fog stirs in my gut

as the loud booms ring on

America the beautiful

America the wrong

When children’s heads explode

and war vets lose their home

There is no innocence left to behold

They must want us to feel all alone

I have been sick with the dis-ease

of knowing violence is our path to peace

because we will never truly love

in a world that hates its own species

[endlessperspectiveexpressions]

If you embrace the universe in a hug, it won't give you a cold shoulder in return.

a.j.m.

[vannaxox]

I’ve forgotten how to function

So forgive me for what I lack

 Its hard to breathe when something’s pressing on your chest

The pain brings me comfort, as twisted as that sounds

it’s my only company when the world decides to shut me out

[endlessperspectiveexpressions]

Journeys, Trips, and Travels...

A psychedelic lighter instantly paves infinite colorful pathways, for flowing fluid’s sunshine rays.

Growing through tunnels, the star-light envisions a vessel of time filled with endless soul-sparks for one to marvel in line with, and so it is created in a vibrational echo.

The excess smoke rises like ripples in an upstream decay, but the milky-white light is cosmic energy that cannot just poof away, no...

The rolling fog whispers in my higher ears that we will all soon disappear, and become faces in the purple night sky.

But if we could ask the moon, where those who have gone into the dark depths lie, she would laugh, at our attempt to try, to comprehend, and then ask us if we too wanted to die, to understand.

Then the celestial bodes wrapped around my head, with their hushed voices, and tones, and visions of the dead.

We will roll out, out, out of our minds, and ride HIGH into the silver shining tides, dripping our hearts into the sparkling clouds, with no memories, at last, to sink us down.

We are cleansed; by the foggy calm exhale, and our spirits dancing movements; by blowing out our yearning wishes and burning desires into thought voids, and breathing in our passionate fires and rapid storms.

Dream, my loves, dream of all that could be... see that we are together now, and let us play like children in meadows; curious and carefree.

Let us wish that each other be graceful and well and hold on, hand in hand, through all of our maddening hell.

[endlessperspectiveexpressions]

My breath is

a foggy

secluded

swing set

squeaking

with every

slight and sudden

wind

[endlessperspectiveexpressions]

This page is my change.

This page is my home.

This page is my white light.

This page is my comfort.

This page is my answer.

This page is my ocean.

This page is my cloud.

This page is my nature.

This page is my painting.

This page is my picture.

This page is my art.                    

This page is my ether.

This page is my honesty.

This page is my feelings.

This page is my remembrance.

This page is my immorality.

This page is my jump.

This page is my reality.

This page is my presence.

This page is my wildfire.

This page is my life.

This page is my story.

This page is my wreck.

This page is my mourning.

This page is my tiredness.

This page is my lullaby.

This page is my sad sigh.

This page is my goodbye.

~   a.j.m. ~

[wordsnquotes]

See the light in others, and treat them as if that is all you see.

Wayne Dyer (via wordsnquotes)

[inkonapagepoetry]

to the girl who looks like a work of art: sometimes, i dream of you running your ink-stained fingers over my skin. i think i need your colors more than i need the sun. something about you screams muse, and if i try, i could capture you in the most beautiful way possible. the cracks in my heart seem to turn into a mosaic when you are around. loving you is yearning like no words can describe. the world is suffering by not seeing everything you can be, and i am blessed not to have to go through that. if you let me, we could shine so much more.

a letter you will never write (via inkonapagepoetry)

[maza-dohta]

So many people know me. I wish I did. I wish someone would tell me about me.

Joseph L. Mankiewicz (via 7-weeks)

[tristamateer]

When I decided to tell the whole world how badly I loved her, they called it brave. “Wow, just wow; you’re so brave.” As if it were some noble thing I’d done, making a catastrophe out of a mess. Setting up a tourist section in my bed and selling souvenirs. All of those poems about wanting. All of those poems about her and honey and me throwing myself through the ringer. It was not brave to break like that. It was not brave to write the poems. It was not even brave to stop. It was just hard.

Trista Mateer (11 of 30)

[coral]

Baby, I have no idea how this will end. Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the Earth’s hips And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary. Or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity Combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills Will leave us like a love letter In a landfill. But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever.

Andrea Gibson, “How It Ends” (via 7-weeks)

[stolenwine]

Hold on. This storm is here to challenge you, to see how your body bleeds with the  rage of the water.  She is here to teach you the language of  drowning, the melodious tone of sinking. She does not  wish to kill you. And so, you must not let her.

“for those who cannot sleep anywhere but the cool side of their pillow.” by Emma Bleker (via 7-weeks)

[freethepoets]

I cannot afford to buy the love i sell.

excerpt from “Call Me Tender” by freethepoets (via 7-weeks)