lord weedpist

[sosuperawesome]

Katerina Marchenko on Etsy

[definegodliness]

Twelve seconds

What I’ve learned from my Twelve seconds on earth is that The human specimen Tends to linger on love when Their capacity of loving Does not last any longer than A simple snap of the fingers So pardon my skepticism when I read about the love of all ages Please do pardon the shortcomings Of my jaded turned nature It’s been a long twelve seconds And I don’t think I’ll be planning on Sticking around any longer I simply have no faith in ever getting A return for my time-investment

— 19-6-2019, M.A. Tempels © “… each second a lifetime.”

[chronicreativity]

s.j.l

[writingdotcoffee]

“Be courageous and try to write in a way that scares you a little.”

— Holly Gerth

[writingdotcoffee]

“A writer is a world trapped in a person.”

— Victor Hugo

[angrychinchillanoise]

Some of you have never fallen in love with a morally grey character with dark hair and a troubled past and honestly, it shows

[anxietyproblem]

how

[meadowkitten]

*points to ur lap* is this seat taken

[poemswords]

[mgreywood-deactivated20200524]

Dreams and reality, what strange bedfellows

I’ve never touched your skin I’ve never tasted your kiss I’ve never felt your softness I’ve never grasped your hand

But in my dreams We’ve found the heavens Your eyes aglow with starlight A whimper at my touch Your quivering lips so sweet As you clutch at my skin Our bodies attempting To become one And for a blissful moment We succeed

I’ve seen your smile I’ve heard your laugh Yet never face to face Have we been joined

But in my dreams We’re walking hand in hand Your presence, soothing Heaven is real with you Walking down the street Just being alive Breathing in your energy Before we dive between the sheets To drain ourselves Dancing together again

I’ve never met you But in my dreams We’re together And we’re happy

In my dreams We’re real While in reality We’re just dreams

-Dreams and reality, what strange bedfellows-

© Michael Greywood Poetry-2016

[vintagesalt-deactivated20181115]

[buttonpoetry]

Olivia Hall, “The Skinny List”. Watch Olivia’s FULL POEM.

[weedprist]

[weedprist]

[psycotictelekenetic]

Sometimes people think of loves in terms of stars

So bright

So beautiful

There are so man

But we’ll never reach one

They may even be dead

We just haven’t reached that point yet

[tryppi]

beyond the external

these days they care more

for presentation than substance

it’s not what you say, it’s how you say it

maybe if i wrapped my emotions

in a pretty package,

you’d understand my pain, but wait

too late, you’re already distracted

– g.g

[labella-instagram]