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Keep grinding. Follow through on your plan.

shefindscomfortintherain-deacti

~A Beach Town Haunting~

There’s a place where the lights glow

That eerie red hue

Where the dead souls walk freely

In the cold, dark streets

Their faces frozen with torture

Their eyes sullen deep with pain

It’s a beach town haunting

Of the days of summer long past

Now only horror lives here

It’s a shell of what use to be

The church tower cries out a sorrowful tune

Letting the troubled souls know

It’ll be nightfall very soon

They wander one by one to the old church for shelter

It’s not safe outside

For when the night comes

The reaper needs to dine

-Tiffany K

shefindscomfortintherain-deacti

~A Love As Cold As Ice~

A love as cold as ice

It chills you to your core

It leaves your heart bruised

And always wanting more

A love as cold as ice

It will bring you to your knees

Break you down and make you cry

Leave you hanging in the breeze

A love as cold as ice

Pain and torture fill your soul

The thorns bite and tear your flesh

Fighting only makes it worse

A love as cold as ice

Pale, blue veins run deep

Once you pick open the scars

They begin to slowly weep

-Tiffany K

pedanticpersuasion-blog

Perdition

Tossing and turning

Through another sleepless night

The ghosts of what happened

and the demons of what could be

Taunting away at me

Stalking my mind

Through veils of insecurities

Charming my thoughts

with infatuation and beauty

Only to cut me down, in my own misguided reality

I dance to their beat and sing their songs

Maybe it’s here where i really belong

Alone with myself with nothing to repent

Clawing away at my cell and not a moment well spent

How did I get here ?

This perpetual maze of torment

Around every corner, i find

Another reason to resent

I’ve been alright, I’ll be okay.

With every night comes a bright new day.

But need there be such malice to face,

All in the hope of a better time and a better place.

To the Gods who may hear me, I pray to you.

Paint gold my walls and help me push through.

Tossing and turning, through another sleepless night,

The monsters inside me, still putting up a fight.

melancholywonderland

I Have To Say Goodbye

There is no up, no breakaway; The chill in your voice are shards of glass Nailing me to a bed of histories. See the trail of red I leave? Every song is a shroud, dark nimbus Without the blue, without the bloom. The bed is a die-able dream, And the memory of your arms Twist into serpents with stories in their scales. Inked in my veins are the promises That your breath birthed from a purple womb. And the venom has been sweet, hasn’t it? I am the sponge, the scar, the pulp, My entrails are for you to dine. This is the price of my obstinate heart. Each minute has the sheen of a coin, A silver ring that chains a thousand miles. The statues are erected, and I will pay them all.

buttonpoetry

Let those fireworks be your paintbrush: thin line between arsonist and artist. That fire inside can burn everything down, but it can also light your way through the darkness.

Guante, “A Love Song, A Death Rattle, A Battle Cry” (via buttonpoetry)

michaelfaudetpoems

picsandquotes

ponderingcomplications

You weren’t the rain but the aftermath. The blooms that grew from moss-riddled concrete, the mushrooms that rose in the belly of the forest, the roses and their thorns, the daffodils, the weeping wysteria fines, the dandelions that laughed as they danced in the breeze, the clouds gilded gold as they parted to the sun, the blue skies the night skies the falling stars, the whole world begging and ending over and over again. You were that to me, a new daybreak a sunset and all else in-between. You were everything to me.

floral--and-fading

broken dolls in beautiful dresses, paper thin and lovely messes catch me in my heavy heart, i won’t stomach this deadly art. perfection’s in the smallest measure, the sharpest edge, the lightest feather. what weighs more, my body or mind? it’s a perfect i can’t hope to find. i taste like failure, strong and bitter, my world only getting bigger. the thinning lines are something sweet but i will just accept defeat.

broken dolls by laura martin (via floral–and-fading)

approvers

notyourregularfangirl

Tell me again

And in those lovely withering moments

my ears were still sugarcoated,

with falling honey in droplets

adding to a pool that never ended.

I was drowning and you knew it,

you moved not one finger to change

only one thing kept moving,

that skilled little tongue.

I was aware

of the damage

but I kept listening

to those lovely lies.

orionandthestars

Love Letters

Brushing over the layers of knickknacks

before excavation of the too long

too stuffed junk drawer

in a final attempt to locate

a pen or two

I found myself rediscovering

things that had too long been covered

by my forgetfulness

Things of every kind and nature

saved for rainy days

or for reasons I’d fortgotten

so many little things unused

But out of this I cherish my carelessness

how it saved all your notes

in that crowed bin

I hope none were thrown out,

thank God I lost a pen or two,

I now store your letters

safe in their own separate room

quotemadness

We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel—or have done and thought and felt; or might do and think and feel—is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.

Ursula K. Le Guin, from The Language of the Night (1979)