Gracefully Unexpected

Poetry. Quotes. Thoughts. Words.

[quotemadness]

“People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.”

— William H. Woodwell Jr.

[quotemadness]

“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.”

— Bob Dylan

[samantha-kniskern]

I don’t feel the weight lifted off my shoulders after dumping out my pain in sentences.

It doesn’t matter how much poison is in my pen.

The weight still crushes me.

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[samantha-kniskern]

Sometimes I think I keep laying on the tracks just to see if it still hurts to get run over.

And what I’m most afraid of is the day I no longer feel anything.

Because that will be the day there is no longer a reason to live.

-Samantha A. K.

[wordsnquotes]

I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.

Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl (via wordsnquotes)

[samantha-kniskern]

Just before my car hit the post, I swerved. And it was then that I realized something inside of me wanted to live.

- s.k.

[samantha-kniskern]

[love-personal]

[samantha-kniskern]

It doesn’t matter because it isn’t important.

It doesn’t matter because I don’t care.

It doesn’t matter because it isn’t important.

It doesn’t matter because I don’t care.

It doesn’t matter because I’m not important.

It doesn’t matter because nobody cares.

[samantha-kniskern]

Happy birthday to the man

who let me dig through the

Folgers can of nails while

he built me a new toy chest,

getting rid of all the “ucky” ones.

And to the man who sat me on his

lap in the middle of the garden,

picking and eating cherry tomatoes

like they were candy.

Happy birthday to my

super hero in work boots.

To the man who taught me

how to swim and dribble a basketball.

Happy birthday to the man

who never lied and showed

me the value of hard work.

To the man who said he’d always

be there for me and would

love me no matter what.

To the man who let me stand

on his feet as he danced in circles

and cried as we danced

one last time before I left home.

Happy birthday to the dad

I always thought you were

but didn’t turn out to be.

[samantha-kniskern]

I’m sorry I won’t let myself ruin you.

From the moment you came into my life I could tell you were something special. You were something so bright and shiney in my dark world. But people like me have too many shadows. And while shadows thrive in brightness, they devour it quickly. Leaving you with nothing but someone else’s shadows.

[poems-of-madness]

I need you in my head. I need you on my skin.  My God, you are so busy and so lovely.  Your tired hands on my  face. I need you like this.  I wait for your calls. Darling,  call me and kiss me goodnight  through the phone.  You work so much you forget how much I love you.  And I need you  to need me.  I wait with my lips, dripping all sweet dreams.  Sweet poems behind your back.  My nights are filled  with the thoughts of you.  I don’t stay lonely.  You work and love. That’s what you do lately; you work and you love

Hardworking Heartache by Royla Asghar  (via poems-of-madness)

[ashleymacleanblog]

I need to stop being such a good person to the people who don’t deserve it. Not everyone will have the same caring heart as I do, but I seem to forget that often. I guess that’s why it fucks me up so much when people do me wrong. I just have to stop seeing the world so innocently, because it’s far from it.

my weakness (via ashleymacleanblog)

[samantha-kniskern]

They're right, you know? When they say "to be so sad, you must have been so happy," because the higher she climbed, the further she fell. But she can climb and climb again. That's the beautiful thing about people like her. No matter how many times she is pushed or how far she falls, she keeps climbing. Higher with every slip. And not just for her but for the ones she loves. -to the girl who keeps fighting, s.k.

[ashleymacleanblog]

Even after all the pain you put me through, I’d still answer the phone if you called.

(via confessing-emotions)

[samantha-kniskern]

A friend challenged me to “write something happy.” I knew there was something wrong with me when no words appeared on the paper. -s.k.

[samantha-kniskern]

I used to believe the only way to kill my demons was to drown them. And it took a long time for me to realize how well they can swim.

A slice of something working in my head, s.k.