(Source: bigbryan)
Posted 19 hours ago
her
tear drops stains
glisten in the
morning sun
as she tries to
hide them behind
a smile in the shadows.
Posted 22 hours ago
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Posted 1 day ago
My lovely followers, please follow this blog immediately!
Beautiful words, lovee
Posted 2 days ago
My day has consisted of:
- drinking coffee
- writing poetry
- tumblr
- reliving my childhood via gameboy
- tumblr
- reading Jane Austen
- more coffee
- and tumblr
No shame…but also no life.
Posted 2 days ago
see, i’ve crushed letters
betwixt
—- my palms —-
where pen was blood:
33 paper bits
where
—- my hands —-
were conundrums, floods
that tamed
red / blue ink
in my
veins
.
Posted 2 days ago
I guess everyone feels the same way about coffee as you and I.
steffenrmitchell askedApparently so, it’s the whole writer-coffee relationship, they tend to go hand in hand. Thank you so much though, it feels great knowing that many people actually liked what I wrote.
Posted 2 days ago
From a distance you’d think he lives a happy life
but if you look a little deeper
lift up the folds of crinkled papers
look through the discarded, colored glass bottles of tea
feel the scars upon the deck of a skateboard
you’d see otherwise
He lives a life enfolding others in glistening honey
but leaving himself out for the angry bees
letting their poison stingers stick him right in the heart
over and over
until he bleeds out his happiness into the lives of others
the sanguine smiles on their faces are what keeps him going
because he started believing he wasn’t meant for happiness
that all he could do was bring it to others
just so as long as he stayed in the dark
it was good enough for him
but that’s the tragic thing about good souls
helping others, practicing self-sacrifice
yet always cheated of their own happiness
Posted 3 days ago
lovely blog
mantleofgold askedThank you! Your blog is also quite wonderful
Posted 3 days ago
Getting older, getting on.: All I ever wanted you to knowwas that you were not alone.If you’d had...
All I ever wanted you to know
was that you were not alone.
If you’d had asked me
to show you why life was worth living
I would have peeled away my skin
and cracked apart my rib cage
to show you my beating heart.My blood is in undisturbed circulation
because it thinks that if it just keeps…
Sleep. Dream. Wake. Write.
