The sky is dimmer
More silent and somber
And the air is thick and heavy
As if blanketing us all
To comfort our pain and help us survive
All us lost souls
In the world you left behind
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The sky is dimmer
More silent and somber
And the air is thick and heavy
As if blanketing us all
To comfort our pain and help us survive
All us lost souls
In the world you left behind
My heart beats slow and hollow to the ticking clock No tear unshed No words to be spoken Only suffocating panic And frantic breaths Knowing I won’t see you again Knowing your voice is lost to my memory Your sweet song only to be heard in my dreams And your smile burned into my eyes Your empty presence haunts me And it’s enough to send my soul to the grave But then again I know I would see you once more If only to say I love you and good-bye
From @triumphant_teagan: “Transitioning from bottle to solids is yummy, fun, and messy too! ❤️~Ruby” #catsofinstagram [source: https://ift.tt/2zD3rpx ]
Oh darling
If only you knew how much it's hurts
To see your heart limp
Injured by someone's toxic words
Undeserving of your affection
If only I could save you
Rescue you from sorrow's depth
But your salvation is her lips and eyes
And I know I will never be your antidote
For I can never be her
I wish you could hear my heart
And how it races with your touch
I wish you could feel my breath intake
When your smile is cast my way
In such a short time
Your have captured my heart
And it's yours for the taking
I didn't ask for my heart to skip a beat
When my body pressed to yours
In a wordless dance of affection and adoration
I didn't ask for my breath to suddenly catch
When your earthy eyes held mine
Mapping out my soul
Memorizing every piece
I didn't ask to fall like this
Yet here is your hand in mine
And here I stand
Ready to dive in for more
concept: you taking me to an aquarium and watching lovingly as i completely ignore you to look at the jellyfish
And somehow I find myself alone
Forgotten by the ones I loved
Cast aside and left behind
Isolation and abandonment crash over me
And cradle me in my sorrow
How would those I cherish feel
If they knew my soul was dying
Trying to call out a whispered help
I don't know what is worse
The suffocating silence
That is expanding between us
Or the disappointed rhythm of my heart
That thought the direction this was going
Was entwining together
Rather than slipping apart
From @kitten_faces: “I was held captive by this herd of wild kittens. They pinned me down and had the nerve to purr and fall asleep on my legs. I thought to myself, if everyone got to experience this peace, this calm, this love,- the world would be a better place. ❤️” [source: https://ift.tt/2BJHk3R ]
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Look yonder! Someone has writ upon that ceiling that thou art most easily gulled!
Elizabethan Peasant 2: More fool they, for I cannot read.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: *sighing, lowers his visage unto his palm*
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Lo, hast thou learned to read?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: Verily, and to compose as well.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: With haste, then, how is the word “i cup” composed?
Elizabethan Peasant 1: what ho, I know a sporting jest! What art thou when thou art a peasant and art occupied in a privy?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: I wist not, but certain am I that thou shalt tell me speedily.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Most verily, thou art a peon.
Elizabethan Child: Father, I have not yet broken fast and am filled with pangs of hunger.
Elizabethan Father: Hail, Filled With Pangs Of Hunger! Mine own name is Wybert.
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Alack, I have in my purse but sixty-nine pence.
Elizabethan Scholar 2: Lusty fellow, knowst thou well what such a sum portends!
Elizabethan Scholar 1: I…I have not sufficient to sup on fowl.
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[Video of a cat doing a wriggle before pouncing, in multiple scenarios. Minor incidental sound only.]
Listening to the pattering rain
Drumming rhythms on my roof
Humming along to the seamless duet of husky thunder
And the quick jazz of lightening
Highlighting the shadowy clouds
Somewhere between the musicality
Of this summer melody
Worries were released
Tension was washed away
And a peal of laughter
Escapes my lips
Sometimes a storm is all that's needed
To allow a soul to revive
I thought I burned this alphabet long ago
Slammed it between the pages of a shelved book
Tore into pieces and threw it into the wind on the sea
I thought I never needed it again when I met you
But here I find myself picking pieces of letters from my hair
Seeing them smudged on tissues drying my eyes
And all I want to do is scream each word
Scream into every universal plane
Scream until your name becomes a whisper
The louder I scream the more I want to jumble pieces of my life
And take actions that long should have been made
Scream to shove him off me for not hearing no
Scream to pull another in for a chronically missed kiss
And I want to scream at you
Scream until she doesn't exist
Scream until her image isn't burned into my brain with the words you said
Scream until your deed was never there
How can there be so much I want to say
With an alphabet of broken promises and sorrowful hearts
But nearly nothing with the alphabet
That lit my soul ablaze when falling for you?
My world is ablaze
My body locked in a time lapse sensation
My lungs have paused in reflection
My heart stills in anticipation
Your lips cross my mind
Your hands on my waist is fire
In seven short days
A part has flared to life
And all else is left in questionable desire
From @fosterkittys: “Little Gucci is discovering his paws, and isn’t sure what to do with them 🐾#catsofinstagram #thedesignerkittens” #catsofinstagram [source: https://ift.tt/2HF4yWt ]