Roses are red
Violets are blue
I am colored
Whenever i am near you
— G.A // colorful me
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@illustrans
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I am colored
Whenever i am near you
— G.A // colorful me
Movie Date
We went to Toronto
For Valentine’s day
Took the züm
and the subway
Got there at five
We smoked then wandered
The city with coffee
Until we arrived
At the cineplex
We bought the tickets
Before wandering more
Ate poutine
Then made a mad dash
To the movies
Got popcorn and candy
And took our seats
Just in time
“there was something drearily weeping from her eyes and yet all i could do was stand there and marvel at her pain.”
— @drearydaffodil/ in the blink of an eye
“Fact: pets will protect your children.”
— 6 words from the mouth of man.
Filth#143
You left me because I can’t write your heart into my hands without making a bloody mess of everything.
“Darling, let us live to fight another day with the bodies we made gods out of. We are stone sculpted from flesh and failure. We love these vessels because they are us. Breathing and bloody monuments to our desire to live. You can not blur what we know so clearly. Our bodies are beautiful and free to be shared.”
— Ode to the defiant / @diamokayfighter
2/14/19
he made each soft bruise / into the shape of a heart, / valentine’s day kiss
haiku 45/365
“Life is fair - at one time or another we all feel despair. If you haven’t had your share, you’re rare.”
— Bruce Adler
To everyone out there without a valentine..
Feel lucky, thing’s yucky!
False pretence of loving
It’s touching
Special something
The way I’m thuckin’
Let your gunt win
Your mood sunk in
Some binge
Wile the night away
Not my style I guess
I do it all the same
And wish you all the best
Away from the worries of life,
We would find solace within each other,
For when the blackness covered the sky,
That’s when we chased the little dots,
Those that carried our dreams,
The twinkling stars, so far away from us,
And yet, such was their magnificence,
Brought us closer even when,
We were otherwise separated.
- DG (Star Chasers)
We’re All Lost
The grass below our
bare feet burned in
our exploration.
We couldn’t find our
way back
together so we
subsisted on
love for
awhile but it
eventually tasted of
fire and
poison fruit.
We split up to
reach salvation, promising
one another that
we would make
contact once we
found our
city of bread.
I arrived but
never reached
out to you, nor did
you to me.
You were my
lungs and I
can no longer
exhale.
My tongue severed your
strings from
my fingertips.
The eventide rains on
our separation.
I can’t tell where
it ends and
my guilt begins.
February 14th
It never meant much before you
It doesn’t mean anything after you either
“she’s painted my door the color of her eyes”
— Renovation ~ Voice of a Poet
curious nostalgia
At least the bathrooms In this building Are old and smelly. Seeping Some of kind of Remaining authenticity Or meaning That was never there In the first place. But I suppose It had to take Meaning’s place As further meaninglessness Dug it’s heels Into the ground As pristinely dehumanized Coffee grinds Littered the sleek hallway Made of fake marble But too shiny to grovel about. He stood up Took in one more scent Of imperfection’s genuine qualities Then walked out of the old bathroom.
about valentines day: it makes me feel like i alone am not enough and not worthy for love also: ❤ and i'm kind, i love books and i have freckles i hope you have a good valentines day, much love❤❤
Your freckles are like the different phases of moon spread across your face
But it’s not them that makes your presence radiate a subtle glow
It’s your kind soul
It’s your empathy and patience, that makes you stop and think and feel
Or is it the books you read?
Or perhaps you read because you already possess those abilities
Love, true and kind, shall find you for when it comes to human energies, like attracts like,
We are no magnets,
We are humans
Created with scattered stat pieces
With hope and pureness
And only rare people can preserve these gifts
“God knows… God cares… and won’t impose more than you can bear.”
— Bruce Adler