February 2012
54 posts
I'm counting the days until your departure.
And each one makes me more uneasy.
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And then I let it slip away
etouffant:
Sometimes I feel like I feel too much, too soon.
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smokey-taboos:
I could fall in love with anyone.
Awakened
It is in the rhythm
And pattern
That I love so dearly
That I find solace.
In your new
Smiling faces
Like rain
Like warm showers
Like snow
Like sunshine
It is warm
And cold
And feeling all at once that
This must be
Heaven
Because the words
Are flowing out
All at once
And I cannot
Stop.
You are a ritual
An addiction
The coffee I drink
Every morning
Without fail
Bitter and...
You
Let me wash
Upon your shores
Bathe in
Your warm sun
Sleep beneath
The shade of
Your tall trees
Fill my lungs
With your sweet air
And
Rest my head
On your soft earth
And feel your
Heartbeat
Deep below.
I only wish
To learn from
Each beautiful thing
That grows
Within you.
Harlem
chambersofthehumanheart:
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
I cannot sleep.
I cannot sleep. I cannot sleep. I cannot sleep.
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I dread going to college and saying goodbye
sssjared:
to all my candles.
Giving up
I am lost in
Stacks of books
Piles of papers
In assignment after
Assignment after
Assignment
I cannot force it all
Down my sore throat
And I believe that this
Is how it must feel
To drown.
etouffant asked: get well soon ♥
I'm sick
Leave me messages, please.
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I am aware of
Hands stretching
Muscles pulling
Hips bending
Arms folding
There is beauty
In the movements
In the breath
In my place.
But I am lost
I am unbalanced
My hands lay restless
My muscles taught
My hips are still
My arms apart
When my head
Is pressed
To the ground
I feel nothing
But the earth
Beating away below.
“If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty...”
– Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh (via anthems-for-a-brat)
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the rays
are suspended
in the space
above my head
and i cannot forget now
i have felt their warmth
to be born again
if only the sun would
stay a while with me.
heavenblues:
i look at all the big things you’re getting yourself into and i miss you even more
I feel like the lines are so blurred
Between admiration
Addiction
Obsession
And love.
thewhitebetweenyourwords:
We pretend not to be able to read between the lines. Even when our fingers feel what our eyes choose to ignore. We waste so much time seeking validation in words, even when the tangible signs speak loudly enough. We keep asking questions, begging to be answered, even when we know that words mean nothing. That is the odd thing about words, I think. I love them more than...
