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"All I want is to sit on cold wooden floors, or live inside the throat of an opera singer whose voice..."

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:41:00 -0400

“All I want is to
sit on cold wooden floors,
or live inside the throat of an opera singer
whose voice would dance and
echo throughout my cold winter skin,
and have that spanish voice
sprout flowers in between the boards beneath us,
during the spring.
so that in the summer,
i have strong melodies and strong petals
to sleep on until fall.”

- “Maria” (via actingbogus)

actingbogus: I didn’t know why my bones were so brittle, until I realized winter had ended. The sun...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 02:39:30 -0400

actingbogus:

I didn’t know why my bones were so brittle,

until I realized winter had ended.

The sun passed through there just the other day,

my need to go outside pended.

I felt you inside me babe,

so I left my guard down.

Thought you’d never eat my heart,

I guess what goes around comes around.

I never would have believed you’d wanted,

the one thing I had that decomposed.

Would of never thought you’d devour my heart,

when my other guts were just as exposed.

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Sun, 07 Apr 2013 00:53:36 -0400

"I heard it too. The sound of something important to you disappearing."

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 00:41:25 -0400

“I heard it too. The sound of something important to you disappearing.”

- 告白

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Sun, 07 Apr 2013 00:25:44 -0400

"Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget;..."

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 00:25:34 -0400

“Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.”

- Natalie Goldberg

"Goodnight my kitten."

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 00:15:20 -0400

“Goodnight my kitten.”

- Ernest Hemingway to his wife before committing suicide

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Sun, 07 Apr 2013 00:08:24 -0400

"In this love you are like a knife, with which I explore myself."

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 00:07:59 -0400

“In this love you are like a knife, with which I explore myself.”

- Franz Kafka

Wires

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 00:07:25 -0400

persons-soup:

I’m having a bad year, more than just a bad night

but tonight is bad.

I miss belonging

because now I am as pointless as the blank stares on from the faces on my wall

My room is dark and cold

My head is loud and awake

My chest hurts and my ribs are breaking

I wish I knew how to rearrange the wires in my body

How do those wires work?

It’s so simple, to miss someone

Do you ever feel this way?

No.

You are so much more together than I.

Or at least you try to prove that you are

Never focus on those twitching wires inside your head

Never worry never doubt

"I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned..."

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 00:02:35 -0400

“I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.””

- Elizabeth Wurtzel

Elliott

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 00:01:31 -0400

dreamt4lightyears:

He sneaks into my bed,
his tiny hands and feet are cold,
always.

He tangles himself in my limbs,
makes traps,
so he’ll know if I try to leave his side.

I am swing set,
a slide set,
my head is a drum,
my hairs are guitar strings.
I never look put together like I used to;
there are tiny stains on all my shirts.

In my purse you will find lipstick,
a tube of jet black mascara…

and a tiny Hotwheels firetruck.

I remember how things used to be simple,
I remember how I used to move,
unencumbered,
alone.

I love him every day more
than the day prior.

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Sat, 06 Apr 2013 23:59:51 -0400

"I don’t want to know what time it is. I don’t want to know what day it is or where I am. None of..."

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 23:59:01 -0400

“I don’t want to know what time it is. I don’t want to know what day it is or where I am. None of that matters.”

- Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

actingbogus: gut-floraa: actingbogus: gut-floraa: actingbogus: fuck birds fuck...

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 07:44:00 -0400

actingbogus:

gut-floraa:

actingbogus:

gut-floraa:

actingbogus:

fuck birds

fuck em

did u know that birds are the most popular pet owned in france

ok

"I wish I could be quiet, but when I’m quiet people think I’m sad, and usually I am."

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 16:56:47 -0400

““I wish I could be quiet, but when I’m quiet people think I’m sad, and usually I am.””

- Kate Nash

why do you tag some poems "amateur"?

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 16:32:29 -0400

because they are not professionally done :)

i hope it does not seem demeaning, i just like keeping track on the tumblr user’s poems and the professional person’s poems

"She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent..."

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 02:04:23 -0400

“She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims.”

- Arundhati Roy

declaringwar: Interested

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 02:04:10 -0400

declaringwar:

Interested

Isaac: Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more.

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 02:03:55 -0400

Isaac: Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more.
Augustus Waters: Seventeen.
Isaac: I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting bastard.
Isaac: I'm telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
Issac: But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.