Silent Plagiarism

Copying from the silence of others. Here you'll find my life in all mediums of art: poetry photography and the occasional song. I promise to always keep it interesting. So grab a seat, we could be here a while.

[silentplagiarism]

Tear Ducts

You know that feeling,

right before the first tear,

falls - 

your whole body tinges a bit

your nose jerks around, looking

for a way to avoid trembling

you try to hold it back, but trembling

is the only thing to set you free.

Tears are irreversible, and they are freeing.

Its rich to imagine God creating

tear ducts because they are

eternal and painful to our pride

I read its possible to cry more in tears

than we use in gasoline in a lifetime

if we wanted.

But who would want to cry that much, me

because I'm the only one crazy

enough to love you.  Look how little

anyone uses this unlimited resource though.

It sets you free and it cost nothing but self denial.

Why don't you invent

a car that runs on

water

You cause me enough tears

we could be energy

independent by

tomorrow.

You'd be rich too

that's all you ever wanted

to make me give you everything

-forgetfulvegan

[oofpoetry]

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched. Edgar Allen Poe

[theonlymagicleftisart]

“Good writing is like a bad relationship, you go mad trying to grasp something fleeting in hopes of making it last beyond the moment.”

—

Momentum. (via theoriginsofus)

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[clementinevonradics]

Please Know: 

Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun

Or the nights you collapse into my lap, curling your body into a thousand broken questions

You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day.

I will love you when you are a hurricane.

[oofpoetry]

“I’m drunk. And you’re beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful.”

— The Dreamers

[oofpoetry]

“Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.”

— Marina Abramović

[oofpoetry]

“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety. Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in. Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

[moon-lit-stars]

"Do you remember"

Do you remember the first time our eyes meet?

Do you remember your heart skipped a beat when an unrecognised gaze met yours?

Do you remember how I caught your eyes linger for longer?

Do you remember how you rushed towards to me, a stranger, to ask me for my name in hopes to know more?

Do you remember how our fingers brushed against each other lightly when I handed you my number?

Do you remember how my heart skipped a beat when you first said my name?

Do you remember how hesitant we were, almost scared, to fall again?

Do you remember the first time you took my hand in yours?

Do you remember how much we craved to stay in that moment?

Do you remember how we kissed under the rain?

Do you remember our bodies synchronise when you kissed me?

Do you remember how you felt when you thought you'd never see me again?

Do you remember me?

Do you remember us?

[oofpoetry]

“How terribly sad it is that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as extraordinary as living.”

— Jostein Gaardner

[oofpoetry]

“They simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?”

— Charles Bukowski

[silentplagiarism]

Bukowski was right

[silentplagiarism]

Didn’t know that I was lost

Didn’t know I was in a bubble

The pain of only now, finding out how big the world is

And how little I really knew about it this whole time.

It’s only offset by the beauty of everything new.

[silentplagiarism]

Gravity

I want every part of you.  To fall into your gravity.  

I miss you.  when the lights go out

[silentplagiarism]

[silentplagiarism]

Regret

That's the thing about regret You never know until it's over.

[silentplagiarism]

"Sometimes I wake up"

[lloivfe]

[oofpoetry]

Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via oofpoetry)