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Take me to a place unknown. Maybe I’ll be happy there.

[ich-kor]

I think of strong hands

Callused, weathered

Wrapped around my waist, my neck, my dreams

I think of a smiling mouth

Soft, eager

Pressed against my cheek, my lips, my heart

I think of broad shoulders

Hard, aching

Carrying work loads, stress, .. and maybe me

I think of you

I hope you think of me, too

[ich-kor]

"I've been thinking about the color green. The first splash of color in spring. The reflection of tress on riverbeds. The way dark skies churn and oceans turn with oncoming storms. But that's right-- you don't like storms. I've been thinking of the color green. How just for a brief moment it became my favorite color. How I nearly made the gem on my senior ring an emerald. How I carved a shamrock into it for good luck. But that's right-- I've never been the lucky sort. I've been thinking of the color green. Are you listening? The vast forests beyond my aunt's property. The memories of my brother climbing to retrieve the perfect guava from his father's backyard. The color of your eyes. I've been thinking of the color green. Are you listening? I've been thinking of the color green. The way a single color could redefine the palette I've lived by. The way being outside feels inviting again. The way color seems to have bled back into my life. But that's right-- I've only ever known life in shades of red and yearning for blue. I've been thinking of the color green. Are you listening? I've been thinking of you."

Letters I’ll Never Send

[ich-kor]

Because I’ve found in your eyes The stars I’ve long since lost in mine.

Ask me why I love

[ich-kor]

"Silly boy, loving me is a losing game. You can't win a game you don't know the rules to."

Letters I’ll Never Send

[poems-and-words]

[kushandwizdom]

[asking-the-death]

[scream-poem]

[tamper]

[teenagershine]

Planks

[framblebee]

 LITERATURE MEME → [9/9] POEMS

i’ve been praying, and these are what my prayers look like; dear god i come from two countries one is thirsty the other is on fire both need water.

later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt?

it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.

what they did yesterday afternoon, Warsan Shire

[free-your-mind]

[theywereallinlove-blog-deactiva]

backbone like steel. backbone like barbed wire. backbone like “touch me. touch me and see what happens to your hands.” smile like an oil spill. smile like a molotov cocktail. smile like “kiss me. kiss me and see what happens to your tongue.” when you get knocked around enough early on you learn to build your body up like a prison. the clenched white teeth, bloody knuckle electric fence. you forget, while playing judge and jury, that you are your own convict, and you have been wrongfully accused. heart like a clenched fist. heart like a birdcage. heart like “love me. oh god, what weak creature am i, that i need you to love me?” heart like a bomb - and the bomb shelter. sentenced to life without parole, thrown into solitary, if you ever want to see the sun again, you’ll have to find a way to escape. past like “fuck you.” present like “fuck you.” future like it will not always be like this. future like it will not always be like this. future like “i am trying to be soft. i am trying to accept love without wanting to tear us both apart.”

body like lockdown, elliot (via theywereallinlove)

[andrewbreitel]

[yugensch]

[sleg]

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