#poetic rambles

[lonelytamagotchi]

Love is not beautiful, love is not kind, love tears you down, from time to time.

Love is not hand holding, or kisses that you steal, love leaves you mending, hurts that we feel

Love is not laughter, or frolicks in the sun

To love is to scream, to keep holding on

Love is not art, our names within hearts, to love is to bare, to trust when you fall

To love is to hate but never truthfully so

Love is to suffer but never alone

[thepoetxthemuse]

Love Is Time (And So Much More)

One year.

Three hundred and sixty five days.

Some amount of hours (I would know if I could do math) (Maybe I just need the confidence).

Five hundred twenty five six hundred minutes (Theater taught me that much).

I've loved him that long, and for so much more.

I don't know when I fell In love- likely much earlier than I thought. Maybe later. It doesn't matter. There are only two things that matter.

1. I love him

2. He loves me

That is enough.

Was it fate? Maybe. Was it chance? Just as likely.

Maybe we weren't made for each other, but we're both artists. We created the form we needed to fit hand in hand.

A messy palette without unified colors gave way to a new masterpiece. Is it perfect? No, but art finds beauty in its flaws.

He's perfect to me at least.

It's weird how two broken people can come together from so far apart and find peace (A messy past makes for a messy future, but we've learned to mend that).

Comfort in chaos, chaos in comfort.

My hand, your heart.

It's hard to think straight when your heart is racing (It's hard to think straight when you're anything but).

Maybe love is poetic whispers. Perfectly formed words spoken softly.

Maybe it's disjointed rambles on some hellsite being formatted as some pathetic excuse for poetry.

Take this as you will, these words are my devotion.

Eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours (I cared enough to know).

Time goes on, I love on.

Here's to one trip around the sun, let's do this again sometime.

- thepoetxthemuse

[riverkilledthedoctor]

Faces

Faces are like the covers of a book.

They are the gateway to adventures untold

You know when you look at a persons face

That theres in an infinity of stories behind their eyes

Just as when you look at a book and realize that theres more to the story than the title.

Faces, as well as book covers, can evolve to become more than a face and more than a book.

Faces can become familiar

They can become friends

They can become support beams in your life

A face is the cover of the book of someones life.

[blueknightranger]

Ocean Breeze

Hear it’s haunting song

Ocean Waves

Look how they dance from dusk to dawn

[bramblesofarestlessmind]

I didn't get raised

I sprouted in a forest of songs and stories.

Fantasies, worlds full of magic and wonder.

I grew up in other people's heads.

Learned their tells not mine

Became friends with their companions.

I made my home in the transition of scenes,

In the space between narratives and POV's.

Just to find that I had become a stranger in my own universe, my family, my body.

I don't know how to live here

And so, I return to the safety of words and pictures.

Hoping, not even to be happy, but at least to be content.

[bramblesofarestlessmind]

French sounds like soft, sanded down pebbles of ocean glass

[bramblesofarestlessmind]

Oh god why am I feeling things now?

It's foggy out, of course I feel things

It's like the fog shrouding my heart and chest gets pulled aside or lightens any time the weather bears it's resemblance 

[bramblesofarestlessmind]

Some short hours on a train

How is it, that I can relax here more than I can even at home?

Of course I'm not entirely at ease, don't dare to make too much noise, don't dare pulling out my food when there is someone sitting next to me

but there is a peace about knowing that there is nowhere to go for a few more hours

almost like a grace period from life's responsibilities.

Of course I could do something and be productive

but am I not already moving towards my destination?

At least my mind is quiet about it while I sit here.

music replacing any unbidden thought