you're welcome to have some words if you'd like

Hey I'm Laura Mason. I write poetry sometimes, and this is where I'm sharing it. I put dates on everything because those were the outpouring of words I was feeling on that day. That's all. 

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#TheHopeoftheUnknown #poetry Read the rest on Kindle! New paperback coming soon! All rights belong to me, please ask for permission before sharing. #author #Amazon #kindle #book #indieauthor #poetsofinstagram #selfpublished

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There and Back Again. #travel #nofilter #airplane #sunrise #horizon #ethiopia #america

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Minneapolis to DC to Frankfurt to Addis Ababa

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I have very small hands the insides of my fingers are dull wishing for the puzzle pieces that are yours I have very small hands nostalgic of the glide of how you touch how you hold and caress I have very small hands so that I notice the stretch of interlacing with the wrong person the spaces too wide I have very small hands and you have long fingers that made be afraid to find the comfort in your grip I have very small hands but I give them to you and in yours I can not remember where they end

4/03/2016

All the in between Words // Laura Mason

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From graduating high school to graduating university. So much to say. #NewJournal #DocumentingMemories #ArchivesInCursive #Graduating #WritingItDown

[tethea]

Look at me at the length of me how many months fall over my shoulders I can’t remember how many years do I have left to grow down and up and out and in how much changing do I have left to do how much moving and flowing and flying how much learning and faltering and rising how many more loves how many more breaks how much life I want to live it all

A.O.A.M. || Growth (part of)

[lauriagloria-blog]

You speak in Metaphors, so this is for you

Our stars are crossed we tangled the heavens ourselves We are meant to be together hurt by each other from the magnetism of our love alternating poles Your voice lives in my bones my head swims with your cadence drowns you can not save me for you are also trapped  between my lips You and I are fated to circle each other preying praying but we will not die to sustain the other we do not give ourselves away we do not go to the moon Gravity has no hold in your eyes i would take that leap but for the inertia that you have wrapped me in We are ships refusing to port passing in the night under our web-spun heavens i know how to follow the North Star i know how to spot you in a crowd You know how to capture me how to rock my boat let me let you capsize me you are my ocean floor the water leaks in i am your day break the sun always sets We are a candle burning at both ends when our flames meet we have transformed the wax to a puddle We are lit nonetheless our stars crossed our ships passing our lives hurtling towards one another tumbling together in this machine the knob set to wrinkle-free i want you to leave creases in me i want to make you feel your freshness your crispness We are lit the flame that melts away it all to burn together to burn each other until the wick there is no more

4/02/2016

All the in between Words // Laura Mason

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When #clowns are shy

[redditfront]

When you just can’t help yourself - via http://ift.tt/1Sqqvuw

[jokewar]

Or just give me some #pizza at least #kisses #love #poems #poetry

[lauriagloria-blog]

actually I am good at poems. And I will write you something about pizza so you have more incentive to kiss me.

[isnt]

It’s funny how we all sleep differently. I sleep on my side, my roommate sleeps on her back, my ex sleeps with everybody. That sorta thing. 

[lauriagloria-blog]

ahhhh knew it to begin with. still couldn’t help myself

[dionnesims]

“Are you going to see my show?” I’ve lost count of how many times he has asked me that, and how many times I’ve settled down in a dimly lit theater to watch him create something new under warm lighting and thought to myself, this is where he belongs.   Perhaps I go to be a good friend, knowing I am not the only one he’s asked to see the show, or perhaps it’s because I appreciate the glimpse into the aura around him when he’s in love with something.   With a voice that was always too loud for small spaces and personality clearly meant for higher ceilings, he is inevitably catching my eye from ten rows back and I am a fool for not wanting to look away, even after the curtain closes and he is standing in front of me, fresh out of costume and character. “What did you think?” I think there are many people in this world who are doing what they love, however I am not sure any of them would look quite as beautiful to me, as you do right now.

“the plays are always too long but you did great” // dionne sims (via dionnesims)