[spencerbackman]

[new-poets-society]

You’re my new composition

I want to paint your face with my tongue,

dip the brush in my saliva.

I’ll use my fingers to draw your exquisite features,

and with the strands of my hair,

stroke on paper your sweet cologne.

I’ll turn your  physiognomy into a masterpiece,

and your insanity into art.

I will give you immortality,

and I’ll hang your portrait in the hollowness of my heart.

[birdasaurus]

[sunbathe]

[goldenfck]

[fknq]

[wreck]

[puppetwithapistol-deactivated20]

[drrakevibes-deactivated20190802]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You have to really be broken in order to be a poet. It’s a very bad thing to tell a young person, but it’s true. Poetry comes out of all the places where you break.

Alice Notley, from an interview conducted c. October 2015 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[fleurjardin]

[imblushy]

ig @isisilvach

[malamente1992]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BNYkoUnDJqs

[areyoufriendswithyourexs]

[b0yblues]

I just need someone who won’t give up when loving me gets hard.

I know you can forgive but I hope you can forget (via de-payse)

[joli--coeur]

my favorite flowers 🌻🌻🌻 instagram: kokokourtney

[anastasiarubleva]

[lucid-dreaaming]

With each trembling wounded breath the breathing gets easier And now I know I had to break into tiny sharded pieces To re build myself, with roots deeper, crawling higher and to flower brighter than before. In order To fill the cracks and grow between the lines you punctured and shook within me I had to feel each part of your soul splinter my veins, your existence within me no longer warming but hollowing, It's presence thawing my skin You were never ever my saviour or hope And I shall save myself Again and again From people like you And despite the bleeding it will cause my heart each time i save myself I will brighten I will glow And you will be left wondering as I tower above you