Poetry, Pictures, & Edits

I write poems and take good pictures and make cool edits sometimes so that's what this is about I guess

[blood-stained-and-broken]

[fuckthisbloganditscurses]

Happiness Will Come To You.

[12goblins]

when tho

[fuckthisbloganditscurses]

When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March

[wizardshark]

reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!

[zigxortega]

[zac--efren]

I reblogged this last year and I hung out with blink-182 backstage on March 30. Reblogging again because it worked the first time.

[scientiablr]

honestly, last year one of the best days of my life happened in late March

[mnsreetusa]

I have my interview with Disney this week…

[tardisandtiaras]

I reblogged this a couple weeks ago, and then found out I finally got approved for a house and i move in at the end of March!

[swompwolf-deactivated20200619]

[poems-pics]

For the past 3-4 years I have wanted this tattoo. I got this and couldnt help but cry when I say the final product. I fell in love with this tattoo.

[poems-pics]

You can't understand poetry,

Not even mine,

But you make my life a sonnet,

And your name is at the end of every line.

[useleverage]

[thxnk]

let me help you, my ask is always open

[amargedom]

This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never thought you’d be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as, I don’t know how you’d describe it… Is like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or… I guess you know the kind of people I’m talking about. Maybe you don’t. Anyway, you kind of like being like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin. And the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talked about in the books you haven’t read. This is you, who would have guessed it? You.

Ann, My Life Without Me (via amargedom)

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There is a difference between sex and making love. Sex is animalistic, pure lust, it’s not what you want your first time to be. Sex is purely for one night stands, or friends with benefits that stay that way. The first time I had sex, I was too young to know what was going on, too pure, too innocent. I was still a child, and I was taken advantage of by someone I trusted so much. I was 9. The first time I opened up for someone willingly, it wasn’t making love, it was that he wanted a piece of me that no one else could have. He wanted to take my innocence that I chose I still had. He didn’t care how attached I would get. He broke up with me one month after because I wouldn’t give him head because of a previous experience in a previous relationship. I was 15. For a whole year I was empty, and it was so full of one night stands and meaningless sex, because I wanted to feel something. Then, I thought I was in love, but lust and love are all too similar and I became much too confused and let him tear me down with every thrust into me that meant nothing because even thought he was mine, he had 5 other girl’s waiting for him in his free time. I was 16. Sex and making love are so different. The first time I made love, he was pure and beautiful and untouched. I was scared to touch him, in fear I would scare him away, in fear he would not want to be touched. I loved him, and I made sure of that because I didn’t want another one night stand or another friends with benefits. I wanted just him and me and not another care in the world. He touched me gently, lovingly. He touched me in a way that was quite unknown to me. He wasn’t forceful, it didn’t leave a bad taste in my mouth. When he looked at me, I saw the glimmer in his eyes you only see in movies. The love I had for him was given back. He touched me with a purpose, but not with one that would cause harm, a purpose that would last a lifetime. We were 17. The difference between sex and making love, is the intent and thought behind it.

The difference between sex and making love (J.G.N.)

[teenagecrush]

[dryyoureyes-startbelieving]

[viaunknow]

Black & White Blog >>

[poems-pics]

"Being so sad all the time is a waste", Well yes, I guess it is, But sometimes it really isn't a choice, I wish I could choose not to be sad, I wish I could change what I've been through, No more flashbacks, No more hurt, No more fear, "Being so sad all the time is a waste, Well yes, I guess it is, But aren't you wating your own time telling me that?

Being so sad (J.G.N.)

[poems-pics]

You're the person people write books for. Not just like the fucking dedication section part. The whole damn book. The type of book you read that always leaves you wanting more. I can write 500 chapters looking at you and it still wouldn't do you justice. I can use every word in every language known to man. And it still wouldn't be told right. Every time you smile it tells a whole entire series of books. The way you talk and walk and just everything about you makes people want more. And every book would leave you breathless at the end. You are the type of person people write books for. And I hope the part I'm in, never ends.

I Love Him

[madness-of-depression-deactivat]

[poems-pics]

I'm sorry, For being, So hurt, So broken, So abused, So horrified. I'm sorry, For being, Sassy, Bitchy, Petty, And damaged. I'm sorry, For loving you, And getting attached, And being so happy, And for holding on, Maybe too close. I'm sorry, For being me, And them too, For when, They changed me, I never really returned. I'm sorry, For being a tornado, That can rip you to shreds, And hurt you, If I feel free to, And break you. I'm sorry, You had to figure out, How to stay in the eye, Of my crazy storm, And I feel as if, I took a piece of you. But I thank you, For loving me, For the insane person I am, And even though I tear you apart, You still say, "Always".

Always (J.G.N.)

[poems-pics]

Everyday without you seems like an eternity, And I don't know if it will get easier, Because everywhere I look there are memories, Whether good or bad, They were with you, When you left you took my heart, At least it felt certainly so, And all I can hear lately, Are people saying to, "Let it go", But you were there beside me, You gave me your all, But not you're gone forever, And I must relearn how to crawl, I paint a smile on my face, Because I won't let them know I'm hurting, But all I want is you, Forever, But you will never be returning.

-"Let it Go" (J.G.N.)

[wnq-writers]

We find art in those who are most broken by life.

@ Shahed AK Erhoma (via wnq-writers)

[poems-pics]

The English language, Gives us one definition, To the word “Love”, Read the dictionary, It will tell you, “A strong attraction, Brought out, By affection.” But the thing is, There will never be, One true definition, To this thing called love, It’s hard to explain, With just one definition, Ask one person, They could say, “One every emotion, Depends on that person.” Ask another, They could say, “When they make, Everything better.” You ask people, You will never, Get the same answer twice, So why does, The English language, Give us one definition, For love? Because they, Want us to be, Unoriginal, One human, Blending into the next, So tell me what love is, Because I think I lost, My own definition of it.

Define Love//J.G.N.

[poems-pics]

I am me, Yet I am not, I’m happy, Yet I’m sad, I’m fulfilled, Yet so empty, I’m free, Yet I’m in chains, I’m in love, Yet I’m heartbroken, I’m friendly Yet I’m alone, I’m caring, Yet I’m selfish, I am me, Yet I am not. I am me, Yet I am not, I believe, I am multiple people, Consuming one soul, Tearing it apart, By being so different, One is sun, Yet one is moon, One is yin, The other yang, One is beautiful, The other is evil, I am two people, Stuck in one being, Or at least that’s, What I believe, Yet maybe, There are more than two, Because I, Am not quite me.

I am not me (J.G.N.)