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I was patient and I was kind, but it wasn’t love.
odylime (via wnq-writers)
I learned silence when I realized everyone around me was hungry.
FROM THE VAULT! Joseph Capehart - “Bad Ideas” (Button Live)
Performing at Button Poetry Live, April 2016. Become a member! Support Button Poetry.
(via 7-weeks)
As a little girl nobody told you.. You would have to grow up and be defined beautiful.. Not by your wits, sarcasm, or lovely crooked grin Not by the kinks and curls of your hair Not by the richness of your soul Not by your own standards that you uphold But by the size of clothes And the tone of your skin Which is Melanin and radiant Skin that you love, skin that’s healed and grown Skin that has protected your body all your life Skin that you’ve made a home in How can society tell you that you aren’t beautiful… Because of your appearance You aren’t made of make up and shallowness You are skin, bones, and a soul Filled with love You are golden Beautiful girl.
Jasmine Sandozz (via wnq-writers)
We forgot crowns do nothing for kings but put weight on their heads and a target on their backs.
Loyce Gayo - “How We Forget” (CUPSI 2014)
‘Because my wish will be that you’ll always be there.’
Margaret Sutton, from The Haunted Fountain (via the-final-sentence)
incomplete
I found a little of myself there in the crumpled ball of paper, in the incomplete lines of a poem, he had begun to write for me.
© SoulReserve 2017
If you can’t fix me, Can we just pretend That I was never broken. That there was nothing here To mend.
poeticallyordinary (via poeticallyordinary)
This.
I am The corpse you abandoned Three blocks from the graveyard. You said I’d come alive again If only I tried.
poeticallyordinary (via poeticallyordinary)
To crossbreed a flower and a fist Is something reason must resist, For we must either stand for peace Or endless war that cannot cease.
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Trust the love. . . . I have a poetry shop over at karonn.com/shop. It’ll be an honor to find my poems at your doorstep. ♥
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Dear Future significant other, Love me like the world loves pizza and coffee. K, thanks bye x.
K.C (via carpefreakindiemforever)
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