2am poems

[art-wallpapers]

Frederic Edwin Church (1826 - 1900)

The Heart of the Andes

The Icebergs

The Parthenon

Cotopaxi

El Rio de Luz

Rainy Season in the Tropics

[hafael-archive]

[unicornempire]

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHm!

[lameborghini]

me, jaywalking and making direct eye contact w the car driver that’s barreling toward me: kill me u coward

[liminalxlove]

Help please! I need help paying off some debt!!! Anything helps!!

[loveathighspeeds]

when asked about their love lives, the women of greek mythology responded thus //

this is by far my most popular poem and i realized i never posted anything more than the initial run. it grew into a bit of a beast, so here’s the edited rest of it.

[wodneswynn-deactivated-deactiva]

Look, sometimes murders of crows will blacken the sky at your coming and ravening wolves are gonna follow in your wake, and you’re just gonna have to deal with that, and everybody else in the Costco is just gonna have to deal too

[jaceisazombieunicorn]

[brendonuriesource]

We are very proud to see two amazing people being proud of who they are. © d.u.r.n.i.n

[moonlighteponine]

im watchin dead poets society for the first time and it seems?? kind of gay god i hope nothin bad happens

[predical]

My friend told me that his strength trainer in high school was a ripped power top bear whose boyfriend was also a massive bear. The two bears actually wrestled for an hour before their first time having sex to establish which was the dominant one.

To this day, I still think that to be the most masculine thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Straight men need to up their game.

[lesbianpatronsaint]

I’m really tired and confuse, why was a woodland animal teach ur friend how to lift weights?

[predical]

you’re precious

[mxnrique]

SNL - Cut for Time: My Little Step Children

WHY WOULD THEY CUT THIS?????

[proto-homo]

This is legiterally the funniest thing snl has done in decades

[ofwelshkings]

person: so what’s ur fave genre?

me: gay stuff

[kendric-d]

[kendric-d]

[saying]

[sleepyp0et]

I have regrets piled up like corpses behind my teeth

All rotten hate and guilt that weighs down my tongue. I cant speak and so i bleed

If i could go back and change these choices i would. I had let myself think for a moment, just a moment, i could get away with this. The antics, the lifestyle I'd been led into and then abandoned in. I could make it, i told myself. I could be this girl.

Only now, i can't. Something in me has hardened, or shattered to dust and I'm not the same. I can't accept kindness anymore, cant accept that someone wants me for me, and not as just a hot body to use, disposable as tissue paper. Disposable is a word I've come to associate with myself.

Ive let myself be used and thrown away. And i prefer it now. Easier to do that than open up and let someone see my tender, bruised soul. My heart is broken and id rather use the shards to my advantage than let someone see them or worse.

To try and fix them.

[sleepyp0et]

I write love notes in the margins of my poetry books, in the edges of my math homework

The words are hurt and bleeding and raw. I pick the scabs off hoping they won't scar, just so i can use my blood as ink, to write about boys that have broken in my body and heart.

Sorry if that seems too violent of me. Im not broken, not really, but i think ive been hurt enough that i should have cracked and shattered and been broken. But i didn't. I just have a few sharper edges. Ones that cut deep and leave their marks.

These days people have to be careful not to get cut when they lay their hands on me, even when im bending and gasping for them. Others before haven't been kind and now i no longer have the luxury of assuming everyone will be kind