Open Your Eyes

I left my heart out at sea... or something else deep and poetic and shit

[runpatrun]

Spring whispers goodbye The summer sun has come out Sings for you and I

[runpatrun]

I want to cover you in oils press you up against a canvas like the masterpiece you are The light ocean blue and the back of your head and the universe closing its tired eyes Watching as the shoreline speeds by and the water turns bright illuminated by the earth's fading light I told you when we were ankle deep in the freezing sea foam i told you I've traveled two thousand miles from where I was born but I look in your eyes and I know that I'm home

[pomegranatepithos]

A Close Awakening

morning skin-whispers dawn’s breath is on her tongue shadow-covers flee the day she touches everything LKT © 2016

[wnq-writers]

Lips speak louder in kisses than words and though English is my first language, your body is my native tongue

Lauren Jessica (via wnq-writers)

[runpatrun]

stopped at the beach spontaneously on our way home yesterday and it couldn’t have been more perfect

[stargazerinmoksha]

I would be in such a bad headspace without you.

I’m not going anywhere without you. // k.c. (via poetryleftbyher)

[micdotcom]

Watch: Poet Elizabeth Acevedo nails the hypocrisy of anti-choice advocates.

[runpatrun]

I save my favorite poems in drafts so I can come back again and again to them like a yo-yo wrapped around your finger as you ride the elevator ever ever up up up Like I save my favorite notes that you leave by the bed your bed, our bed I take in all the words we said and I won't take one syllable for granted That's a promise babe I signed sealed and stamped it If you stay with me I will go back to your voice like a soft melody your favorite part of any song and if you break me I'll hold onto the shattered pieces of our conversations like I picked up the glass I dropped cradled it in my hands and cried to you all night before you coolly kissed my back "hush, hush, it's alright"

[arkelune]

fern girl and your flower tattoo, jesus i love how you speak inside my mouth; my chest within your palms, i am in love with you. i am in love with you. you breathe ocean waves against my neck i paint your moans all over the bedroom floor, you are my home and i keep on coming back for more kisses, more poetic songs, more arguments over the phone, more funny stories, you are my girl. we slowly heal one another i love the drunk, slow dances i hope it’s enough to kiss all the hurt away. remember that every morning, i love you even more—

m.c (via pakalmot)

[paper-rum-hemingway-deactivated]

503 (Part. 2)

the same number again fifth floor the sky nearly meet sunset but it’s already calm

across the universe is playing on the telly

silently, slowly we kiss and fly to the third world we are heroes we are nobody but we are alone

and free

fucking like animals again and again

eating junk food because it’s delicious and unhealthy 12 am so romantic

and i fall asleep in your arms soundly

i caught you checking my phone i take that as a compliment

the morning is serene no rush, no pressure time doesn’t exist

we fuck like we are only good at it

but i really hate to see you go literally next time it’s best to be me the one who’s leaving first

oh, we could burn the city down just because are so passionate.

- May 4, 2016 -

[sickpage]

[eloquentmelon]

i’m always thinking about what it means to grow. watch me be more silent. watch me bite my tongue before i speak. i think about why something as beautiful as a flower needs so little to grow and why i need the whole world to see me cry. it’s hard not to think about birds. there’s something about being able to fly and tasting puffs of cloud. i need to know what it means to be free.

growing up//l.a.m (via eloquentmelon)

[nightmerish-deactivated20150401]

i just want to sit in front of the ocean for a little while

[the-whiskey-writer-deactivated2]

I am still finding parts of you in coffee shops or bars in the corner of cozy bookstores like pieces of a puzzle I’ve already thrown out or my favorite shirt the day after a date just as a starving man will eat until he spews it out I have taken in love by the mouthful and been made raving mad with illness

(via the-whiskey-writer)

[wnq-writers]

I love and I love, I loved an unruly love.

trulyterra (via wnq-writers)

[ratio-ratio]

How deep do your lies go? Have they grown gills, and eyes that can see in dark depths? Tell them to find me in the caves I’m drowning in. If you didn’t create these lies to protect me, then I guess it was you that tied this anchor to my feet.

@thewinksofgod (via thewinksofgod)

[poem-porn]