MXMOCN

spilled ocean

[moceanwrites]

I have lost my greatest love.

Maxim Ocean

[tendercoredyke]

“To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.”

— Mary Oliver, from “In Blackwater Woods” (via oofpoetry)

[moceanwrites]

Closing our eyes to darkness does not make the darkness subside, it creates only more darkness. We forget that the earth must spin through the night before morning comes.

Maxim Ocean

[soon-monsoon]

Monsoon by Sabit 

[moceanwrites]

It was in the way you said: “Our love is so beautiful,” -and I forget the rest. The rest doesn’t matter. The rest is smoke and ashes, likes and follows, social media capital in a brittle world of crypto-currency and presidential dick measuring contests. It was in the way you made me realize that among all the dirt and smog and dirty neon lights, through words lost and forgotten, ties broken and disavowed, despite it all, something this beautiful can still exist. Every day. And it does, right here, right now, between you and I. We go on in this life scraping and scrubbing our way, all the while enduring, however painfully, as parts of ourselves become chipped away in the process. This world is cruel and harsh, there’s nothing new about that. We each have our share of misery, discomfort, tragedy, dismay, and each our own secret stash full of sources of sadness. Most of this life we go through alone or with people who only prove to be anyone other than who we think them to be. So no matter who we go through these experiences with, if they’re not here with us right now then we were more or less alone to begin with. But this is beautiful. No matter how broken, or sad, or angry, or upset, or -whatever. We find our way back, full circle. Full force. Full of this moment. In a world running short of time in constant anticipation of tomorrow, we live, breathe, and experience whatever there is to experience. I love you today, right now, in this moment, and as best as I can so that I never have to regret not having done so.

Maxim Ocean

[moceanwrites]

your body like a canvas

sits unnerved and ready

while i meditate on ways

to best preserve your serene

state. i study the textures of

your composition, the angles

and form. you came to me

complete. there is nothing else

for me to do; i am convinced

in this vessel and soul

that you are by far the most

stunning work of art.

so how do i not hesitate when

you tell me to touch you?

maxim ocean

[moceanwrites]

when my desert mouth crawled into your oasis, paradise purposely left ajar, offered gently its sweet honey and nectar and fruit, in that moment even mountains bowed to the valleys, the river commanded the storm, the tide pulled in the moon, the sun rose only when beckoned, and the mouth, a humble servant - a desert no more.

maxim ocean, woman

[i3y1]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

My soul is too big for the rest of me,…

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay (via poemusicoffee)

[mistress-of-the-psychos]

[deeplifequotes]

Understand that the universe is giving you challenges to help you to become the greatest version of yourself.

Unknown (via deeplifequotes)

[quotemadness]

I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.

John Burroughs (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?

~ Tyler Knott Gregson (via conflictingheart)

[teenangstverse]

Poetry is just an excuse to poke at my wounds, to examine how pretty I can pretend my blood is when I use it to write on the wall.

L.H. (via teenangstverse)

[centuriespast]

[mpdrolet]

[wnq-writers]

I guess when I close my eyes I see too many versions of me. There’s too much me to be in one person. Is it possible for a person to be everything all at once? I think it would be quite contradictory, wouldn’t it?

Olive K. (via wnq-writers)