You filled the silence between us With cigarette smoke. I was afraid of lighters. I thought there was a ball of fire inside them Waiting to be released from its prison. You kept matches in your pocket Because I liked lighting your cigarettes. I haven’t lit a match in five years. Your ties still smell like smoke It’s as if they can’t let go of you. There are nights where...
How Many Times we Never Met
We were sitting on your great grandfathers patio counting how many humming birds were at the bird feeders. Your whole family was talking at once, asking me varying questions. There were the polite, mundane questions: Where are you from? Who are your parents? How long have you been together? Then one of your cousins asked what every romantic wants to know—how did we meet? You explain that you...
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The world passes by in a blur of colors. Headlights acting as lighthouses, Streetlights acting as nightlights. Moonlight setting a glow to the pavement That makes the broken glass shimmer. Fragments of metal splayed across the four lane Like trinkets dropped by toddlers. Cars tip toeing around the mess. Screams echo over a symphony of radios. Oil and blood paint the concrete Like...
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We stood by the ocean. He held my hand as though it were an after thought, like a pair of keys he forgot he was holding. The wind blew my dress up to my thighs, but I was too young to know about modesty. We watched the waves rush to meet the shoreline; my breathing was in sync with the oceans. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. “Do you know what insanity is?” He asked. Inhale,...
last-survivor-of-the-nostromo: lampsarepeopletoo: lampsarepeopletoo: lampsarepeopletoo: lampsarepeopletoo: im going to go on omegle with a shoe on my head and see how people react this guy isnt taking any of my shit THIS IS THE BEST ONE EVER i found my soulmate Did you mean solemate.
jumped-in-the-river asked: Hey, I just met you.
I wrote a haiku It was poetic and deep Ha-ha just kidding.
Fireflies are forgotten When morning comes, Melodies are reduced To careless hums. Loving you— Is nothing like that. Sometimes the doors Don’t open any more. Windows break But you still can’t escape. Loving you— Is nothing like that. Dew loves fiercely, The nights warm air, Blossoms in winter, Are lovely and rare. Dawn escapes From the mornings’...
These scars are from the night I ripped out the stitches That he sewed into my smile. There from those moments When your laughter Made me grin so much Happiness could rest on my cheeks.
I was told the sun Would always too be bright for my eyes. Maybe that’s why I am lost in the light of your soul.
A hopeless romantic who thinks love’s key; He claims he just wants people to be happy. Cupid is the excuse that people use For putting up with neglect and abuse. An irresponsible adolescent Who believes all love should be incessant— Cupid is a reckless alcoholic Who doesn’t know when to stop taking shots It’s time to put down the arrows, kid. And let impossible...
I will write you into my heart. Graffiti your name on the walls As a reminder That anything can be art.
If I made my soul a tangible thing, Maybe you would capture it in a jar Just so you could watch it flutter its wings, Against glass bars.
Sporadic Thoughts in Chronological Order
You were a house on fire. Burning on the inside, You swallowed the flames like sugar pills. And though you tried you couldn’t hide The black smoke that billowed around you and behind your eyes. I was merely a candle that didn’t burn quite as brightly as I would have liked to. Because every time I tried someone was always quick to put me out. Though our friendship came with...
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changingforthebetter2013: I am my only friend. And I’m not even nice to myself. True story.
I hate that we're both too stubborn to say "I'm...
We hold the preciousness of the moment In this empty parking lot of good-byes. Between us are various components That won’t let us admit what we’ve denied. Even though we’re leaving for the last time, I know our hearts will always be calling— And until I run out of thoughts or rhyme, I will write things to keep me from falling. Sometimes I tell myself it...
ifyoucarryonthisway: characters in horror movies that are 10000% gauranteed to die/be killed the black guy the couple making out the sexy blonde girl who’s boobs are an inch of clothing away from making it a rated R movie the drunk douchebag high school jock that forces his friends into doing something stupid because what could go wrong anyone anywhere near railroad tracks anyone who says...
michael-palin: why do girls look so good in over sized sweaters and messy buns but when i do it i look like i stepped out of a meth lab Story of my life.