Literally Literary Light

[litlitlight-blog]

[bl-ossomed]

Maybe we’ll meet again, when we’re slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

(via bl-ossomed)

[underchestnuttree84-deactivated]

[litlitlight-blog]

Lost in our broken love

It's hard to shake the feeling that I don't belong here when every day I'm pushed away from the people I care about most. I so desperately want to be apart of something, but my body is so weak from trying that I'm no longer sure it's possible. Reality cuts deep into the figment of who I thought I once was. The idea of a genuine article, forged in the mines of my mind, collapses under the weight of my heavy heart. I can feel the heat of the flames, A fire fuled by the corpse of that hopeless romantic you killed in me. The air tastes bitter around your lips when you murder 'I love you'. You say you love me, yet you treat me like shit. If you really love me, act like it.

[thegoodvybe]

[hotboytev]

Just because I treat you right doesn't mean I'm the one.

I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do.

[will-x-vi]

Fuck. This is the realest shit I’ve read today. Like it’s ok to feel special to be treated nice but you have to remember that you deserve that. You SHOULD be treated well. Don’t latch onto someone just because they’re doing what should be required. Acknowledge it and keep it flowing

[oflyrical]

[litlitlight-blog]

When everyone else thinks a girl is really annoying but you can’t understand that because she’s always been really sweet and cool around you but then you figure out that it’s because you’re the only person she’s never trying to impress.

[grungewebsite-blog]

You’re a masterpiece to me

[twenty1st]

i said you weren’t my type but i was lying.

[litlitlight-blog]

More often than not, 
I think about your lips. 
Pressed softly against mine.
Buy I’ve began to realize, 
We meet the right people,
at the wrong time. If it was a year earlier 
that we had met, 
Do you think it would be
the same as it is? We led each other on 
To something that couldn’t be
maybe a years time, 
Maybe that’s what we need. Hopefully we cross paths again, 
Maybe later in life,
Maybe then, 
Maybe it’ll be alright.

[litlitlight-blog]

Write like a girl

You would have me write of lovers.
There is no stronger love than hate.
You would have me write of flowers.
My favorite ones grew on a grave.
You would have me write of pleasure.
But you have yet to pay my price.
You would have me write of softness.
I have never been that nice.
You would have me write of springtime.
When winter still grips the land.
You would have me write of courtesy.
Then praise me with the back of your hand.
You would have me write of society.
Then claim I don’t know my place.
You would have me write like your fantasy.
Your ideal without a face.

[litlitlight-blog]

You called me a shooting star. I wonder, darling, did you write letters to Jupiter to conspire in some way to get me to fall? Did the sun tell you to kiss my forehead, did the moon look on over his shoulder? Were you dancing among the stars until you found me? And darling, what did you see? Because the thing about shooting stars, is they fall. And things that fall always have to land, they have to break. And I broke into a million pieces of stardust, shattered like fragments of a mirror, plummeted to earth and into your arms, broken and bruised, and leaking starlight from my eyelids. Sometimes I don’t believe you when you tell me you made a wish on me. But you connect my birthmarks like constellations (I have a lot). And you say that my hair is like a net that caught some sunlight and refused to let it go. That my heart is a supernova caught in a jar, that my eyes hold galaxies. But when you hold my hand, I know that you were the boy brave enough to catch a falling star. And in those moments, I believe you.

[litlitlight-blog]

i don’t love him 
but his hands are 
the ones that are 
taking over the old 
places on my skin that 
you used to love, and i don’t really 
even like him, 
like at all, 
but his fingerprints 
are running over 
the place of yours 
on my thighs, and i love you so
much more than i’ll
ever even like him,
but his hands are 
still in my hair 
and he’s still here 
and you’re still 
there. i don’t love him, 
but he’s here and 
you’re not.”

[litlitlight-blog]

She kisses you, and you feel like you are drowning.
When you take her in your arms, a part of her seeps into your bones.
You cannot tell the difference between ‘forever’ and her.
She is all raging eyes, and you cannot help but stare.
She loves you with the passion of eons ago, she loves you as if it’s everything, she loves you as if she’ll never stop.
There’s something about the way her name sounds like a siren song, and you know that she could break your heart, but it’s so beautiful.

[buttonpoetry]

Beck Cooper - “Alone in a Bathroom” (WoWPS 2015)

“The room is filling up with water again.  The truth, it is pooling at the feet of the people I love.”

Performing during prelims at the 2015 Women of the World Poetry Slam.  Subscribe to Button on YouTube!

[litlitlight-blog]

Please forgive me if I fall.
‘Tis not the weight of you,
but the weakness in me. You, dear, are as a feather.
Soaring towards the sun,
the wind bearing your frame. Myself, I am but a cave.
Callously cold and dim,
hollowed out by conceit.