February 2012
wordsandfeathers:
If you would have asked me, a few years ago, what I wanted most, my answer would’ve most certainly been: to feel loved. But ask me the same question today, and my answer would be this: all I want is for you to know how loved you are, because I’ve felt loved, since the day I met you.
topographe:
Sometimes I feel as is life is a handful of sand and I become frantic with the attempts to stop it from slipping between my fingers.
thechocolatebrigade:
“….Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.”
— Nicole Krauss, The Last Words on Earth
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“In life, it’s a given that you will lose people. People will flow in and out...”
– Mila Jaroniec, Losing A Best Friend
Each night, somewhere out there, people go to bed, petrified that I might be happy as I am.
And I wake up each day and make their worst fears come true.
PS. I hope you’re happy.
— I Wrote This For You, The Grinning Fool
I turn 22 tomorrow.
beautyisanillusion:
Entropy: Once something happens its difficult to put it back the way it was.
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wynesthesia:
Sometimes I forget to breathe and my soul leaks out,
It pours in opaque streams of color.
There are wisps that rasp and ask if you’ll love me,
Ask if you know what my colors are,
Ask if you’ll pour back in through your mossy eyes of mischief.
I have to believe there are fairies at work,
But I want this to be real.
I try not to want this to last.
Maybe that’s wrong.
nickmiller:
For me, the journey of trying to write something that’s good has been filled with agonizing moments, so many that I’ve often wondered why I keep pursuing this dream; but it’s during those rare moments when I’m in it, truly in it, banging away at the laptop keys, chasing a fresh idea, bobbing my head as if I were a fucking concert pianist playing in front of a large crowd—all while...
georgiabrokensmile:
An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangle, but never be broken.
spilt-inkbottle:
Today, my heart is a piece of sea glass, small enough to rest in someone’s palm, except there are edges still, not yet graceful and not yet tumbled smooth.
forgetlings:
(I had forgotten how it feels to lie down with the rattle of trains passing by their horns their howls in the night; here are the last days of a stubborn life)
shesanargonaut:
I have listened to the chatter of a hundred million mouths, the clatter of too many skeletons and not enough air.
Some of the things that are spoken cling to you, stain your knees and fester in the cracks of your brain, pouring from your lips and onto your hands. The stains of such profound thoughts living in your every action. Other sentences wash over you like rain, summer...
gentofn:
Once in love, waking up and finding the other half of our bed empty and cold will become my biggest fear.
treesquirrrel:
That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback
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Exactly What Heartbreak Feels Like
I was leaving work and I looked over my shoulder, out of the back window of my two-door, silver Mazda truck, to make sure I wasn’t going to hit anything when I pulled out of my parking spot.
The road was clear, but my eyes landed on a monumentally large tree across the street, reaching no less than 40 feet into the crisp, wintery air. The late-morning sun was sneaking its way through the branches...
“And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I...”
– T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party.
wordsandfeathers:
You know when sunlight filters through the clouds and pours like waterfalls of light out of the sky? Well, there’s probably a word for it. But, sometimes a longer explanation feels more sufficient than a single word. Take love for example. It’s short. Four letters, one syllable. I feel that love should encompass every letter of the alphabet to even begin to match how big it...
belgards:
My head has missed this feeling, as if I am underwater again, embraced by so many water molecules that nothing else can touch my body. My heart has missed this thug at its strings, making everything endless, rolling and loving. Simply put, I have missed this feeling of infinity.
belgards:
My room smells like brazilian shampoo, french soap and peppermint tea; you enjoyed your gift and shed so many grins today. All is well. This week has been so kind. I want to wrap it up against my skin and remember it during those days when I am stressed and worried. I want to be anchored in the idea that there is Kindness and Knowledge beyond these puerile conversations, soaked up in...
belgards:
You make me feel like there are honey combs caught in my rib cage, and they bleed out a sticky and warm feeling with every single conversation, or glance, or shared smile across the room. I go between wanting to kiss you, to wanting to hold your hand, to wanting to slip love poems in between your hands when you are having bad days and your medicine does not fight those ills.
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“Baking isn’t much fun either, when the person you’re baking for will take this...”
– January Nelson, Baking for Someone Who Doesn’t Love You Anymore
wordsandfeathers:
I try to write but I can’t sometimes, a lot of the time. The memories refuse to budge. ’You aren’t ready to give us up yet!’ they echo.
Because just like the days, I burn both ends and every time I write, every time I open my eyes I am cutting out a part of myself to give to you. So shake the dust and take me with you when you do for none of this has never been for me. All that pushes and pulls, pushes and pulls for you. So grab this world by its clothespins and shake it out again and again and jump on top and take it for a...
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Promises.
honey-honeybaby:
I’ll promise you forever
if you promise me tomorrow.
leaveyouapen:
you are to me
what a pen is
to a poet.
“You can’t change your past, but you can let go and change your future.”
– Glee
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indescribably:
More time, less hassle, more sunlight, more rain, more feeling, less feeling, more hands being held, more moments like the films, less strained conversations, more happy sighs, more spontaneous dancing, more laughing, less hard days, less homework, more growth, less self-pity, more confidence, more security, less fear, more spontaneity, less drama, more risks, more hope, more...
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deadbooks:
If we slipped through the cracks of night do you think the sun would wait for us?
Documentaries about JK Rowling make me cry,... →
clavicola:
I’d like to write a poem about silence but already there is too much noise.
“There is no heart you can have that another heart will not have a problem with.”
– I Wrote This For You, Defect at the Heart Factory
this summer,
juneandafter:
I’m going to: read more, fret less, work efficiently, spend money wisely, study nothing, practise writing, give myself time, spend it with you, with my family, with my friends, with the sunshine and my bare feet. I’m going to do things. I have plans, plans to keep.
“I promised a lot.
But never that I wouldn’t get back up after you knocked...”
– I Wrote This For You, The Sun Will Freeze Before I Do
frommysuitcaseheart:
and it’s february, again.
two years ago it began, last year i swore it’d end.
but now it’s february, again.
and god, am i frightened.
jhengaroo:
We may not end up together but still, I’m glad; that some of the best memories and experiences I had, I shared them with you.
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