#the procast

[theprocast]

I have grown used to the silence. Accustomed to absence.  But I never let go of the thought that you are with me, always.  You will always be where my heart calls home.

Ranata Suzuki

[darlinngninawrites]

Love poem

there is a continual chanting of the heart that crescendos with the near sighting of a certain soul. A rousing of the tresses on the backside of the spine unequivocally disturbed. Thundering rattles in the mind, undeciphered metaphors. between the shadow and the stone between fingernail and flesh in spaces tighter than blood and bone is where my love for thee resides perpetually, restless, to the core.

[itspietromaximoff]

I've been really observant lately.

The intricate essence of human nature has always been intriguing for me. Each and everyday has been a new discovery in the vast mechanism of human beings. How different emotions work on their basics and how they present themselves in a more complicated sense in individuals. How some people are oblivious to life and just take it for granted, while others observe, assess and analyze. It’s quite difficult, however, to understand this system whilst being human myself. Maybe that’s the reason why people turn towards artificial objects for the feeling of belonging. Because these objects are understandable. Humans…..aren’t. But isn’t that the borderline difference arising between us and the non living? That we being the complex beings we are, are filled with emotions and feelings while robots and automatons are not. And lifetimes may pass by, as they have, yet we do not know the answer to our Daedalian nature.

[wreckedwonderland]

[lilycoloredcolossus]

i see you out there with your fist full of larkspurs & alisons torn from a war memorial, i see you

when i ride my bike down park ave peddling stolen hope, the sweetest kind

make my son a crown! i shout though i have none, just an eggplant in a fairy-garden

there’s nothing sardonic in your sneer it’s all there in your hand & you don’t know

the power

that you have–

the ghost on my hipbone is gentle i hardly sway at the touch i hardly notice the pacing the coaxing

i feel only the rush

// recurring aubergine dream

[depressionintechnicolor]

The Sharp Pain Of Your Absence

You talk about acupuncture like it really is a form of therapy, but it actually feels like torture. You don’t drive knives  in between my ribs like they do in the big poems, no, but you slip in pins and drive needles into me that were always just syringes and suspension. The tragedy lies in how my lungs have slits for your fingernails because I know you slip your crime, grime, filth, and dirt in  when you dig into me. Even though your nails are pristine. It is painful to know I exhale but can never spit you out because you and your effect are something quite severe and addicting. You hang yourself like a tapestry above my bed at dusk for protection in deep darkness and in return, I stand strong like an electric fence waiting for your heart to rumble and blacken. 

You cause me incredible agony because you caused me to care. You caused me to care all while fearing that you don’t.

[mymellowcupcakestudent]

We’re all just tiny miniscule fragments of a plethora of stars, wandering on this Earth , searching for the other parts. The ones that make us feel complete again

Via @mymellowcupcakestudent

[hinasyeda]

Magic.