New Perspective

Suzanna Rose. Casual poet. Designer.

[hellanne]

Poetry is the way I fuck you when you’re gone.

Nicola Cayless, Literary Sexts (via dirtyberd)

[piecespoetry]

Trouvaille

You are made of sparks and fire strong and bright wild free too strong to be extinguished no one can tame the wildfire that is your soul and I am drawn to you crackling blazing burning roaring I crave the warmth the glow the way the flames dance and flicker on my skin the way you light up my life the embers of our love will never die because you’re made of fire and I’ve always been mesmerized by flames

[flavoracle]

I rarely criticize my wife, but when I do, it’s spoken directly to her, in private, and with love.

I don’t speak negatively about my wife to other people. Not because she’s perfect (which is an impossible and unfair standard) but because she deserves a husband she can trust. To say anything about my wife that I wouldn’t say to her face, would be a betrayal of that trust.

I never want her to spend a single moment worrying about the way I talk about her when she’s not around.

[stcrlghts]

latin phrases worth knowing:

(in case you wanted to know because i fucking love this language) 

ad astra per aspera - to the stars through difficulties 

alis volat propriis - he flies by his own wings 

amantium irae amoris integratio est - the quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love 

ars longa, vita brevis - art is long, life is short 

aut insanity homo, aut versus facit - the fellow is either mad or he is composing verses 

dum spiro spero - while I breathe, I hope 

ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem - with the sword, she seeks peace under liberty 

exigo a me non ut optimus par sim sed ut malis melior - I require myself not to be equal to the best, but to be better than the bad

experiential docet - experience teaches 

helluo librorum - a glutton for books (bookworm) 

in libras libertas - in books, freedom 

littera scripta manet - the written letter lasts 

mens regnum bona possidet - an honest heart is a kingdom in itself 

mirabile dictu - wonderful to say 

nullus est liber tam malus ut non aliqua parte prosit - there is no book so bad that it is not profitable in some part 

omnia iam fient quae posse negabam - everything which I used to say could not happen, will happen now 

poeta nascitur, non fit - the poet is born, not made 

qui dedit benificium taceat; narrat qui accepit - let him who has done a good deed be silent; let him who has received it tell it 

saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit - often, it is not advantageous to know what will be 

sedit qui timuit ne non succederet - he who feared he would not succeed sat still 

si vis pacem, para bellum - if you want peace, prepare for war 

struit insidias lacrimis cum feminia plorat - when a woman weeps, she is setting traps with her tears 

sub rosa - under the rose 

trahimir omnes laudis studio - we are led on by our eagerness for praise

urbem latericium invenit, marmoream reliquit - he found the city a city of bricks; he left it a city of marble 

ut incepit fidelis sic permanet - as loyal as she began, so she remains

[piecespoetry]

Heartbeat

Look how my heart beats for you

In sync when we’re together

Our own special song

My favorite melody

Look how my heart beats for you

When we’re apart

It’s calling your name

Calling you home

Calling you to where you belong

Next to me

My heart always beats for you

[piecespoetry]

Heart and Home

Home is where the heart is

And my home is your heart

It's the hugs and the kisses

The longing when we're apart

It's the secret smiles

And the light in your eyes

The comfort and embracing

When one of us cries

It's the good times and bad

All happiness shared

Mixed with arguments and fights

And showing we cared

My home is your heart

Wherever that may be

I'm at home any place

Where it can be you and me

[dadcrone]

There’s probably a German compound word for that feeling you get at 2am when you’re single in your mid twenties and the creeping doubt that you’ve somehow missed your only chance at love because you didn’t meet someone in college and now it’s too late

[goddamngeckogirl]

The german word you are looking for is ‘Torschusspanik’

[littlekiwi37-archive]

Germans got a word for fucking EVERYTHING.

[agarotado27dejunho]

German is like the dictionary of obscure sorrows

[kryptonians]

Germany is a place of obscure sorrows

[crystalline-seas]

My boyfriend got me the most beautiful flowers the other day. He’s the best 💐😍💜

[piecespoetry]

Matthew got me these flowers the other day and they're so pretty

[piecespoetry]

Way Away

I want to run away with you Somewhere nice for just us two You and I go hand in hand Anywhere across the land To start a life for us together Holding strong through any weather I always know you're there for me Throughout all of eternity I love you much with all my heart And can't imagine us apart

[piecespoetry]

Past Reflection

Going through all my old poems makes me realize how naive I was when I was 19. I wasn't in love then, I wasn't heartbroken. I think looking back on it now, I was in love with the "relationship". I loved the idea of love and romance. I craved it. And only in the last three years have I actually leaned what true love is. And I have Matthew to thank for that. You're my other half, my better half. You've taught me what it means to give and receive love. I can't imagine my life without you. I love you. Forever and always.

[hopelesslydevotedsuggestions]

My world grew brighter when you became part of it.

[bey]

you fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Love me when I least deserve it as that’s when I really need it.

Swedish proverb (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[psych-facts]

Love says: I’ve seen the ugly parts of you, and I’m staying.

Matt Chandler (via psych-facts)

[wnq-writers]

I owe apologies to everyone I turned into a poem without them knowing. I don’t know why it happens. I just know that sometimes I think about the way people exist, and I find nothing but poetry in it. I think about the way he spat out I love you like it was a prayer, and he was God. I don’t know why I think about the way my mother told me pretty girls don’t eat like that. I don’t know why I turn people into poetry. I don’t know why I turn the ugly thoughts into pretty sentences, but I know it won’t save me. I could write a million poems about it, but when I wake up in the morning, it will still hurt. I turn people into poetry, and I don’t mean to. It just happens.

- Lacee Rains // you were never a poem but I memorized you anyways. (via wordsnquotes)

[a-na-esthetics]

There’s no way to love without leaving a mark

@daisylongmile (via personalrealm)

[piecespoetry]

Xoxo

I am yours and you are mine I'll love you til the end of time When days are good or when they're bad Happy, sad, or feeling mad. When things are difficult or tough I know our love will be enough You've been there for me from the start And I for you, never apart There's no place else I'd rather be Than right here with you next to me