Half- Melted

We think that we are invincible because we are.

[kmn7]

[thereadmind]

[plainvanillascout]

You are my rain.

You made me love my coffee again.

You made me want to take my time-

Watch those paper boats until they sink.

You are my comfort.

My favorite wool blanket—the best embrace

You are every raindrop that I tried to count,

Endless as words,

Epic like a poem.

You are my favorite season,

The gentle love that you pour

From dusk until dawn.

You are my rain,

And the very reason-

Why my life has color again.

[waitingforthesunrise]

Love. Light. Some weary verse 

I’ll write again. My bones know the ocean 

and I, lost soul, know well the journey.

Divinity! I saw the world and wished to die 

I looked again and it was all new.

Mornings and evenings wash away in the twilight (hold my hand. I am a believer

and faith is an elusive whisper 

I can almost hear. I am a believer 

and I’ll believe my own words on some 

bright mountain morning.)

soon. hold my hand 

I’ll remember everything and give it 

back to the water. I loved 

and it broke me. 

and it broke me —

I found my healing not in blood, but the

soft caress of light. 

the knives, darling 

they lie. oh, they lie. 

you can’t carve your pain into something worth loving 

It was always so. always worthy.

and I’m going to love as my final rebellion.

fall on my knees and tilt my face to the sunrise

and oh, the light is absolution on my scars.

I am a believer 

and a doubter of much.

but one thing I knew: I loved dearly 

and would fall back through 

the oddities of space-time and dreadful pain 

to stand by your side in the morning. 

[plainvanillascout]

I never like the idea of the mini heart attack

That one skip of a heartbeat,

Or how this blood pumping organ jumps out of my system.

I hate my foolishness, this stupid curiousness,

The way how I ask sky the ratio of perspiration for every heartbeat I skip

Or if it is required to squeeze these droplets of sweat from my skin,

Because I never like the idea of the mini heart attack

Nor the idea of swimming on pool of sweat, and tears,

The idea of you causing my heart to still skip a beat,

And the irony of leaving my heart but keeping your space in it.

[plainvanillascout]

There is magic in the dawn,

It brings the peace at night and

The new beginning of every morning.

Hence the reason you feel all your emotions,

It heightens the feeling of neediness and completeness.

In this dawn, you bring much more magic,

Your silence screams like a comforting spell,

And your touch that brings solace,

Unsure, but it is like some sort of sorcery.

I know nothing about wizardry,

But one thing I am sure of

I will always love you more than the magic brought by the dawn.

[plainvanillascout]

Sought to be the light as always,

So bright that you can be blinded

The only gold I have in the midday,

That later leaves, never to stay.

[plainvanillascout]

"Every word is a curse let loose on me

Your mouth it moves but fails to speak

And when you use your lips they better be on me."

- Bounce (The Cab)

[plainvanillascout]

Ayaw kong hawakan ang kamay mo.

Ayaw kong maging taga- timbang ng saya o lungkot mo, lagi kang higit sa nararamdaman mo. Gusto ko maging dahilan ng mga ngiti mo, payak na instrumentong papawi sa luha mo dahil alam ng puso mo na 'di ko man hawak ang kamay mo, ako ang magsisilbing pahinga mo sa nakapapagod na mundo.

Ayaw kong hawakan ang kamay mo.

Ayaw kong makasanayan ang higpit ng kapit mo, higit ka sa mga pangako, salita at kilos na idinidikta sa atin ng mundo. Gusto ko maging malayang desisyon mo, pagpapasyang 'di lang dulot ng kaba o anumang sirkumstansya dahil batid ng puso mo na ang pag-ibig ay hindi ipinipilit, palaging may layang pumili, hindi ikinukubli.

Ayaw kong hawakan ang kamay mo.

Ayaw kong mag- isang maniwala sa inihahain ng mundo. Gusto ko maging tapang mo, 'di para sumugal kundi para harapin at panindigan ang ibinubulong ng damdamin, dahil hindi ko kailangan palaging maging higit, sapat na maging sapat at hindi inihahambing.

Ayaw kong hawakan ang kamay mo pero ikaw ang kabalintunaan ko. Ikaw ang ligaya at lungkot, minsang dahilan ng takot pero siya ring nagbibigay ng lakas ng loob. Ikaw ang pag- ibig na ayaw kong maging poot. Ayaw kong hawakan ang kamay mo, ayaw kong masalat lamang ang mga parte ng pagkatao mo dahil ang gusto ko ay maging bahagi nito kahit siguradong hindi sigurado.

[plainvanillascout]

There are millions of kinds of flowers in the world;

Huge and fragrant,

Enchanted and bright,

Dreamy and radiant.

There are thousands of kinds of flowers in the world;

Those best made for a bouquet,

A vase,

Or a garden.

There are hundreds of kinds of flowers in my world,

And you are the simply naked kind,

The aroma of your honesty is beyond the world,

And your petals of love- me- not are pieces that make me hurled.

You are the kind I always want to keep

And I will always pick.

[metamorphesque]

I

write because

I would like

to be used for

years after

my death. Not

only my body

will be compost

but the thoughts

I left during

my life. During

my life I was

a woman with

hazel eyes.

Peanut Butter by Eileen Myles

[willingtobe]

when Charles Bukowski said "and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"

[missinyouiskillingme]

Freedom or loneliness?

[plainvanillascout]

Do not know how to deal with this falling snow.

If life already gave you a lemon, would you trade it for a stone?

Tough as life, a weapon for every fight.

Running still in this cold circle,

looking for a hole where you can cry hard or a little.

[plainvanillascout]

Squicky X Guinea

[plainvanillascout]

Pain is one of those hideous places that once visited you, you have to fight your way out and even when you think you have escaped you are permanently branded.

Anna Todd (After)

[plainvanillascout]

It's ironic really, that the man (Hardin) who hates the world is most loved by it

Tessa (After)

[plainvanillascout]

After something really bad happens, the next worse things is people feeling sorry for you about it. It's like confirmation that something is terribly wrong.

Love letters to the Dead