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  2. burningmuse:

    Staff note: SO eloquent.

    (Source: wordsforspring)

     


  3. She writes like she’s starving and reads like she’s feasting.
    — R. D. Larson 

    (Source: pavorst, via saccharinsyntax)

     

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  5. (Source: beyonce)

     


  6. ambiguous-transparency:

    1. I wrote a letter for you by waving my lighter in the night sky.
    2. But you were asleep with your dead pillow kissing your forehead.
    3. How was the Moon? Was it bruised or was it crying?
    4. I ran away from winter in August and found myself on the coastlines, utterly and painfully broke and tongue dry…
     

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  8. Sweet, Honeydew Defeat

    you sit cross legged in a silence that surrounds
    as the breath slowly gushes around your chest like
    a storm of sea-breeze, every wave darker than
    the ocean-green color of his eyes.
    you reach out and pour a puddle of
    ultramarine down into the depths of the canyon
    that created in your throat, each drop a shade lighter than
    the misty orange hue of his lips.
    you stand and stare up into the crumbles of the ceiling
    as they dance around the stars in your eyes, each paler than
    the whitewashed walls of his cheekbones, while
    you carry away your glass of red wine, as it leaves traces
    of crimson circling around the circumference of your veins,
    each circle holler than the almond shaped squares in his nails.
    your life is a round-trip to the moon, and you’ve just taken off.
    you feel his halo hooped around you as completion,
    you feel his celestial galaxies left behind at your feet
    you feel the swaying of his stead around you like an ocean,
    there is nothing sweeter than this honeydew defeat. 

     


  9. The Rails of My Life - Full Circle

    The fallen grace of your smile has led me
    Into woods, dark and deep
    I am reminded of that laugh that keeps me awake
    Through long, endless nights when I spin around
    In echoes of aching and longing
    And wondering where exactly you’re from

    I sometimes wish I could spot the date
    That you walked into my life, like a needle pin gently
    Tipping a point on a map of my existence
    Unaware that it touches the crevice that broke it all
    Into thousands of pieces, all indebted to you
    All wondering where exactly you’re from.

    Raindrops that threw themselves at us as we held on
    To one another, for dear life, or not,
    I never know. Balconies that reflected the lights in the sea
    Just as the lights in your eyes dimmed as you held me
    Up against the rails

    Did you know then that those were the rails of my life?
    I cling to you endlessly, your grasp keeps me from falling
    Deeper into these woods, these forests
    I whisper,’Where is he from?’ into the emptiness
    And hear reverberations of the universe as it responds
    With only a faint gust of wind

    I feel it caress my face and I know,
    I know where you’re from
    You’re from within, me
    Safely seated within the walls of the pulsing arteries
    That fill my body with blood and that
    Keep my beating heart wondering, in awe, of you
    Full circle.

     


  10. Unfurl


    spots of light shatter your vision
    coloring it down to an electric crimson
    the night fades into a voice of peach
    you whisper softly, the softest speech

    disregard the arms
    that pull you away
    drop the fingers that need you

    the wind will blow your name to me
    and I will catch you, heal you

    you look up to the sky and 
    decide to fly away
    crystals of white and blue and gray
    remember to 
    forget the world
    remember to let those wings unfurl

    precision in every move you make
    you splatter the black against the walls
    surrounding you
    they rise and fall
    they lift your gaze to the sky.

    let me in, tear those soles
    run like the wind to a world unknown
    desert sand rises up, and blows
    like a wave destroying you and making you whole
    I cannot contain the words I know
    grasp then in your hands, and
    Let go

    remember to take me with you when you disappear.

     


  11. My Ego

    I see you stand under an empty willow tree
    surrounded by every jewel and precious stone ever to exist
    piling up around you, hordes of smiles and kisses thrown
    your way, you lift them up and smile
    at me. Would I ever leave you be?
    Probably not. Although the weeks and days to come
    will be empty, I promise you,
    I will not be standing here whilst I push aside my wounded
    Pride
    my ego was born ten days ago and with you
    forever now will it live
    silly rhymes rush me back to centuries old poets
    like a split second in a time machine where I drift through the years
    watching you as you fade further and further away
    until you’re nothing but a speck in the future
    I know I will find you again.
    For now, say hello to my ego.

     


  12. Infatuated

    your smile is my warranty
    it’s enough to keep me wondering
    and needing unbearably to unlock the chains of your beautiful
    intriguing mind
    you’re a star amongst pennies
    and you glow like a winter sun 
    on a summer day
    the cold warmth of satisfaction
    and unyielding unavailability
    let the words skip as they trip down those stairs
    spiraling down into the black and inevitable
    depths of your eyes
    the smiling, crying
    eyes

     


  13. Ground Beneath You

    carry away your priceless smile
    that laugh that shakes the earth as it resounds
    through the trees and the skies
    shaking the birds as they flutter away
    butterflies fail to fly, they fall
    and as you collect their beautiful wings
    in your jute brown broken basket
    you pierce them through the skin in your shoulders
    and you fly, away, a multitude of colors
    like the glimmering of the sea on a sunny day
    or the raindrop as it glistens on a forest floor
    you fly


    take away your precious stones and hearts
    your jokes and empty whiskey bottles
    as you gently leave them behind you on the grass,
    I wander as I wonder
    when you will turn around and see me
    cast your eyes down and realize that 
    I am the ground beneath your feet
    and the stone cold marble steps that appear
    as you float over motionless seas,
    unafraid and beautiful till the last 
    split second step.

     


  14. I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
    — Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries 

    (Source: violentwavesofemotion, via rebeccasusanne)

     


  15. If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.
    — 

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