Urban Dynamics

Nicole. 24. Korea. Insomniac.

[love-personal]

[urban-dynamics]

I don’t want to say it. Don’t make me say it.

[animalsnaps]

[lookbookdotnu]

[tristamateer]

I think you are the only thing I’ve ever run towards instead of away from. I’ve been biting my tongue bloody since we met. I’ve been dry swallowing my love poems. The first time we spoke on the phone, I didn’t even know your name. It’s funny how things can change and not change. You don’t call me back to bed anymore. Last night, I slept on the couch. I woke up and wished that I could drown at the bottom of a bottle of wine. I poured a cup of coffee and dumped it down the drain. I scrubbed my hands red raw at the kitchen sink. I’m still trying to get the scent of you off of me. Here is my selfish poem. The one I hope you never read. The one I hope you read and forget about. The one I hope you read and just don’t bring up. Please don’t fall in love with someone new.

“It’s Just Not Practical”, Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

[nicolenelch-deactivated20141007]

[urban-dynamics]

Things I'll never say: 보고싶어요...

[llogicas]

[urban-dynamics]

This is how i feel when you walk into a room. You're not my type; i have a love i strictly reserve for someone else. Maybe it's the fact that you're someone's littler brother... It makes you dangerous and off limits. This will be an interesting summer having you back in the city. ^^

[michellekpoems]

He compared your skin to sweets, to delicacies  as if he could devour you whole. But me, darling, I’d catch his tongue oh I’d choke him.

Michelle K., I Am Not So Weak. (via michellekpoems)

[farewell]

[urban-dynamics]

Somedays I feel i could paint the universe between your shoulder blades because you mean everything to me. Maybe that's a little crazy, but I've never had trouble with commitment. I could never tell you these things i keep here for strangers to read because can you just imagine the weight of the whole universe? Can you just imagine the power of being everything to someone? I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Silence is my gift to you.

[inspiring-pictures]

I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve accidentally done a lot of things, but I never accidentally told someone I loved them when I didn’t.

But I might feel it a lot more often than most.

[impulsive-and-inlove-deactivate]

[urban-dynamics]

I'm being selfish these days, I realize that. I'm constantly surrounded by people who live cities and oceans away from the people who they wish were in their beds. Meanwhile you live just a 10 minute taxi ride away. I'm selfish because someday soon i know I'll fall asleep next to you again but so many people will wait ages to get that same privilege... But i still miss fighting over whether the fan should be on or off and the inevitable ditching of blankets around 4am. Don't make me wait so long next time.

[twoheadedshark]

[urban-dynamics]

When people ask me why I left America...

[michellekpoems]

Sleeping next to someone, not with someone, is perhaps the most intimate you will ever be with another human. In sleep, we are completely defenseless. We are soft and supple and childlike. Our hard exteriors falls away when the sand hits our eyes. The way you sleep, with your face softened and your arms wrapped around my waist, is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I am not an artist, but I may become one just so that I can capture that moment.

Michelle K., I Miss Sleeping Next To You. (via michellekpoems)

[wetheurban]

[urban-dynamics]

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[vonkomagno]

[urban-dynamics]

I don’t want to say I need you, but I need you.

[futuro-heroi]

[urban-dynamics]

I think this is what I miss the most about these last few weeks. You’ve been going through such a tough time and all I want to do is hold you tight against my chest and tell you in your own language that it’s going to be okay. I’m best at being an optimist when it comes to other people, but these days my arms just feel empty and you feel so far away. 

[sex-thrill]

[urban-dynamics]

Come back.

[bostonpoetryslam]

He looks familiar, like the deer you almost felled last winter in the woods, the deer you held in your crosshairs, but couldn’t shoot because the trees were ripe with bark. Don’t overthink it, you said to yourself. A deer wouldn’t make a decision. A deer would know what it wanted when it walked into the dusk.

Christian Anton Gerard, “Defense of Poetry IV,” published in Stirring