Summer, A Little Ways Off: Charcoal Scars →
hurricanedge: Someone crushes stars in a hand that spans horizons, Grinding them. Yellow-white pesto bowl, And the night takes bites. Every month consumed, Every darkness consummated— Dipping sky, Crescent eye, Charcoal tear. In the blinks we lived lifetimes. Son of phoenix, Daughter…
findingmysexy: Opened up his little heart Unlocked the lock that kept it dark And read a written warning Saying ‘I’m still mourning Over ghosts that broke my heart before I met you’ Lover, please do not Fall to your knees It’s not Like I believe in Everlasting love
A haiku to all the guys i've liked
matthewolf: I liked your dick, but too bad you were attached to it; I’m not sorry
no matter who exits your life; you will never be able to erase the memories you...
Said i’d never let you go and i never did; Said i’d never let you fall and i always ment it.
MOHANDAS K. GANDHI
hippie: jenpay: The seven social sins : politics without principle, wealth without work, commerence without morality, pleasure without conscience, education without character, science withouy humanity, worship without sacrifice.
I died for Beauty — but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for...– Poem 449, Emily Dickinson (via poetry)
poetry: when you were 4, fear no longer kept you from the water’s line. you dug your feet in firmly, as if stepping on a leash. but the ocean would not be beached. it reared, bared its frothy teeth, and broke upon you. you laughing, laughing.
For A Better Propaganda: whoartgos: i woke up... →
whoartgos: i woke up today and you were gone, like no traces, stumped forensic team, tired search dog, satellite malfunction gone but then i remembered that most days resemble each other. time occupies empty space like heaving breath should these mornings hollow sayings shatter,…