love
has purpled palms
from the weight of her own affections
and fingerlight bruises
angel kisses on her forearm
traces of want
a need love never knew
to be wanted
to be clung to
rather than the one to cling
-lovely,
om

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@lovelyonme
love
has purpled palms
from the weight of her own affections
and fingerlight bruises
angel kisses on her forearm
traces of want
a need love never knew
to be wanted
to be clung to
rather than the one to cling
-lovely,
om
Academia 4 Life
Changing is growing is discovering
something new
is that scary?
will I do it anyway?
New is different is challenging
the state of things
is that a bad thing?
will you do it with me?
Things are restless; are confusing
propaganda for fact
why else do we educate?
what do we know?
the magic of discovery
revealed in dexterous fingertips
centuries of knowledge
behind paywalls and formatting requirements
who else will learn, teacher?
the kinda guy that looks like good dancing doesn't just forgive, he loves too
| favorite word |
Fuck off, dude
and you do not know
who the man is, who is on
who needs
to Fuck
Off
-lovely,
creature allure
Hello, friend
poking, peering out of
primordial hummus
Knower of nothing, of
darkness, of damp Earth
and suffocating air
Dearest friend, I know
you, in light, in love
with the roots you crawl between,
the ancient world of buried secrets you
explore, digging, blindly
discover divide, split
in the center, spliced
down the middle, again,
again,
again,
your heart
in five
In time- darling creature,
lovely, little
worm, the chances you take
hearts you break-
five times is knowing
-lovely,
and my fatherâs most reliable traits
mirrored in my own face
hands
behavior
leave bitter distaste
similar shoes smaller steps
incapable of producing pride without power in your pants
I am powerless
I am innocent
I cannot wield what is not made for me
My darling, you inspire so much
love, acceptance, crushes, gossip
but more importantly;
kindness, laughter, and my most gentle nature
was first inspired by your perfect, infinite, forgiveness
-storyteller-
I have a knack
for spotting a powerful narrative
I cling to it
like the desperate, starved, tortured poet
I am
need for more
gluttony
my original sin
my divine truth
never enough words
in a breath
take every vowel
every second
to conquer
too many
nights awake
tracing light through
half-closed lids
tracing patterns on
freckled shoulders
simultaneous
adoration
and self-loathing
I force myself
into locked rooms
doors I was told
not to open
stained keys
cracked eggs
lives lost for the reverie
my lips
on the soft side of
a clenched fist
callouses I cling to
childish notions
featherlight touch
will be enough
do you trust
these shaking hands
to carry the weight
of your soul
?
I trust you
regardless
this story
inscribed in my
bleeding palms
cannot be unwritten
stained by what I hold
cursed to leave claw marks
on all within my grasp
nails will not press
crescent moons in supple skin
already scarred
I am not foolish enough
to believe a heartshattered
cracks from my own bruteforce
would stay
still,
ignite this fire
and watch it burn
reflected in the crystal blue
of an inspired spirit
for now
it is a glorious display
of light
love
life
when I fall to ash
carry the whispers of my sonnets
in your ears
as soft as mornings
breath on your cheek
before my nature
devours us both
(l.o.m)
I donât know
when
churchbells will ring
for my soul
to touch heaven
requires attendance
of
weddings
or funerals
-lovely,
o.m
I dreamt of divine creationâ the pinnacle of power; love, life
-you were there too
Flushed cheeks in January rainâ only with you ringing in my ears
Adorned & Listening
-the margins-
friend
to [me]
or
are
you
didnât
yo
u
ha t e
forgive
I
âŠ
[lost]
-lovely,
om
-wouldyoueven miss m e-
Heaven forbid I leave
any sense of permanence
in your world
gather my things quickly
efficient
apologetic if I forget
anything
with wine staining my baseboards
and your fingerprints bruising my forearm
all I want to cling
to your permanence
the stains and scars
the mess we make
I just know my own
tend to be
uncontrollable
out of hand
overwhelming
suffocate my mother
with a life she loves in hindsight
words I no longer believe
words I never believed
I was never taught to
I was never told
I love you
I love you
and I kiss your face
and Iâm sorry
I donât mean to
I love you
forgive me
again
and again
again
until you leave
until I cling
to the permanence you left for me
and wonder if
the memories of my
bruised skin
might
be enough
for you to love me back
-lovely,
o.m
I cannot possibly believe you love me
-that dream has never been real
i ty
fighting words
ripping from my throat
you donât know me
but then again,
neither do I
(l.o.m)
I am a creature of love
that has never once swallowed affection
without sucking it dry
of sickly sweet flavor
turn bitter medicine
by mid-january
(l.o.m)
Iâll make myself the problem; that will fix everything
childâs hands//superglue