"What lies below the southern tip of the iceberg?"

A demon of total shadow and untamed wilderness, called Nixinoc.

[lovelysuggestions]

you are my favorite daydream

[memescomedy]

[memesandlaughs]

[theheightofdepression]

My soul blisters under your scrutiny

It crumbles and bends to your will

But I love you

Still.

[shefindscomfortintherain-deacti]

I light a couple candles to clear my mind. Drive some long country miles to erase the hurt inside. I scribble down love poems to future lovers I haven’t met yet. Wish upon stars that have long burned out. Admire sunsets that paint the sky. Dream about lovely, kind hearted guys. I take long baths with just the sounds of hypnotic melodies to soothe my soul. Share secrets with treasured loved ones that they’ll only know. I read romantic poems that make me teary eyed. All these things keep me smiling even though I want to cry. My world becomes darkest at dawn but every morning I wake and fight on.

-Tiffany K ©(2018) Photograph is mine.

[memescomedy]

[starsberrisnunicorns]

Thank You, Mr. President.

[everdayaesthetic]

my happy place

[memesandlaughs]

[the-sleepy-poet]

showing up

my first poem  was shit in  the oven,  it was   gunk in your  eye. if you  read it,  you wouldn’t have taken a moment to hate it. neutral is the worst to feel about a  thing, and the second  poem was just as bad. the  third was slightly better. and then the fourth and the fifth and  sixth came. they were better but bad still. and  then was 100,  200,  500,  1,000 & some. and slowly like moss or a fingernail,  slowly like the  freckle you just noticed in the middle of your  face, it sneaks up on you and things start to  read a little more like toothpaste than grated cheese.  writing  and love and  free throws, joy,  skateboarding and running,  salesmanship and stand-up comedy –  everything in the whole story is ruled by the law of averages. the  girl at the bar  doesn’t care what you say long as it’s honest, and so you just have to go up there  and blurt something out the way  you do,

again  and again and again and again

like i’m tonight with  these poems. you  just have to show up and say 

fuck it, 

i’ve nothing to  lose now at 11:02,  but everything to  lose at 11:03,  and the regrets  won’t eat you at  11:04 or :05  or :20 but they’ll get you eventually  if you don’t at  least show up.  just show up a lot and see what  happens. if it  doesn’t work,  at least you won’t be food for  pillow thoughts. 

[memescomedy]

[memesandlaughs]

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The sun asks man,

“how do you intend to inherit the earth

when you are only a grain of sand?”

For we are not all that we could be;

we are tragically abbreviated,

stumbling towards an end we cannot see

all the while thinking ourselves soliloquies

when we are but mere sentences,

fallen on deaf ears.

(r.l)

[4sss]

I was cold and numb then your love set me ablaze. You even left me burns to prove it.

J.c.A

[abjurecraven-deactivated2018111]

Wet hunger

eyes blackened,

ready to devour

furs of prey

watching,

waiting,

the hunt

is always

in silence

and

filled

with violence —

Dolly

12.06.2018

The quietest killer

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The wind yearns for her to be free;

A flower child of June lost in the

Perpetual overgrowth of her troubles-

Run rampant once more on the planes

Of your desires;

Yield to no lover past, present, or future;

Feel the soil once again beneath your dancing feet

Child of June’s evergreen, be free-

Let the sea cradle you in its ever present arms

As the tides wash your soul white once more;

The soft sands adhere to your skin as the only

Comfort and Warmth you need-

Make no mistake juvenile wanderer,

Be young, Be loved, Be free.

- A creed to June and its overwhelming promise