poetic implications

general ramblings. feel free to give a read, here for your enjoyment:)

[velvetefervescence-blog]

Divine patience

Calligraphy pens

My spine feels tense

But normal again

There’s something in this

Wave of rememberance

That reminds me of you

In the end

-Makena rain

[amnhnyc]

The Sri Lankan Frogmouth (Batrachostomus moniliger) wants to know how it’s already 2019!? Also known as the Ceylon Frogmouth, it’s native to the tropical forests of its namesake country, as well as to southern India. This peculiar-looking bird has a head that’s as wide as its body, with a squat, ample beak. The Frogmouth is a nocturnal hunter that goes on the prowl for insects, such as grasshoppers and moths, upon nightfall. Photo: Kalyan Varma

[skogrn]

the frozen road

[poemsbyparis-blog]

gaia

i’ve dwelt in the zeniths of your sacred experience, scoured your secret places, and made my abode in the shadow of your darkness, surviving the flood of your pain. i’ve seen our bridge, with remedial mission, crumble like twigs where the flame is. i’ll soon be gone in a million years, but your paths will remember my name.

[cherribalm-deactivated20140609]

site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word

site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition 

site that gives you words that rhyme with a word

site that gives you synonyms and antonyms

[bumblebeebabie]

THAT FIRST SITE IS EVERY WRITER’S DREAM DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE TRIED WRITING SOMETHING AND THOUGHT GOD DAMN IS THERE A SPECIFIC WORD FOR WHAT I’M USING TWO SENTENCES TO DESCRIBE AND JUST GETTING A BUNCH OF SHIT GOOGLE RESULTS

[just-my-thoughts-here117]

Oh my God, yes

[velvetefervescence-blog]

chased

Wow look at your face baby

You have the most lovely face

To me

my eyes may seem frightened

that’s because you see me

Trust me before we’re flying

I can go alone,

I don’t want to be

Below the ground is crying

But i want it to be free

Can we try

One time

to climb the mountain

Tell me why

Once you speak to me

[velvetefervescence-blog]

A quick poem

Sex.

These are just words.

Tired.

Request, a quest, a question...

Dancer in my ear

Quietly listening, pistol finger

Tell me the answer

Fingering notes on a piano

Chords, key, progression

If you know what I’m saying

No one does.

Try and read that a few more times.

Bitch.

[velvetefervescence-blog]

quail

Little lascerations

In my smile

from fare fascination

For equal little while

A mile I stalk my shadow

Sweeping up behind him

On the already dirty ground

A quake reminds the earth

of something never found

A face that sends me crying down the gladiolas.

Rows that do not end

Colors like my madness

from the something clever said

Quoting, taking care of children’s broken hands

like the sky- the house is red

A quail is nested then again

No more stealing birds from here

Clover bed to rest your head

My dearest little dear

Whom has broken her gentle fingers

on a quail who once had rested here

His neck is snapped, and busted.

the only one that bested her

have a listen, give an ear

all you have and had and need

is here

my sweetest dearest little dear.

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“I like a man who wears his soul on his face.”

— Jim Morrison

[velvetefervescence-blog]

sleep is for the living

Tonight I think I want to die

- me sleeping for 4 hours

[mga-antigong-salita]

your song;

whenever my fingertips kiss the hard veneer of the frets, lacing the utmost desire of rippling the sound of silence through a sacrifice, i think of how vague you come to me; so uncertain. so sudden. so unclear. you made me pick up the guitar i had since i was thirteen, and ever since had been upright the wall waiting for the distinction of time to be played again. you wrought me to burst open a rabbit hole to a parallel universe where you hide with a single rose hiding in your cloak of mysteries. and though i still sense the lingering pain down the tips of my left hand, i continue to stroke the same chords, slide round frets to frets hoping you would sustain. i know you. i know you. i, i know you’re just another figment of my imagination. and it is clear to me that in the moment i’ll choose to stop, you’d be gone before i ever deemed you were gone.