December 2011
207 posts
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listen to your heart, but use your head.
For a year and a half, everything I did was for him. Every word spoken, every deed done, every kiss planted- it was all for him. I lost myself in his broken depths. I drowned in his “love”, confused as to which was was up and which was down, unable to swim with the current. Until one day- that one day- that I ended it. That was the first time I did something for myself. Finally, I saw...
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subjectiveopinions replied to your photo: Tumblr Crushes: So I usually don’t do these…
the sweetest thing anyone’s said about my writing. thank you so much!
:) you are very welcome dear!
dearyou-loveme asked: Dear You, you and your words are beautiful and so rare. They move me. Truly. Love, Me
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sealed with a soft kiss.
Lull me to sleep
With promises
Of sweet dreams
Coated in the ink
That drips from
Your bones, and
Dries on my lips,
Sealed with a
Soft kiss.
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mysearchforwisdom:
To give in is to give up,
Well that works,
For people whose minds aren’t stuck,
Glued to the surface,
Of a wooden roll top desk,
And a pad,
Of empty canvas,
Needing ink,
To make a beautiful mess.
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paperboundspine replied to your photo: Tumblr Crushes: So I usually don’t do these…
I love you :D
:D i love you too (in case you hadn’t noticed haha)
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my autistic friend.
Enraptured by your beauty,
Spilling forth unbound by
A lack of human ingenuity,
I am drawn into the circle
Of your widespread arms
Incited by unreserved passion
Clouding sky blue eyes
Without a hint of hesitation.
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there is freedom in brokenness.
andthisiswhyimguarded:
Imperfection is bound, and wound,
Deep within and around my pale bones.
It leaks through open pores, unable to close,
Too full of the dust of vanity and insanity.
Mistake after mistake etch lines,
Connecting the dots on my skin.
Sin stains the blood that pools in the sheets
That lie beneath me as I watch rivers flow
From wrists craftily slit.
The world tells me...
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To: Max
Won’t you come with me as I sail these seas? I’m leaving this barren hell and heading to higher ground where rain and snow are as common as the sound of our hearts beating like drums. This place has nothing left for me, I’m ready to leave. And just so you know, when I go, I don’t plan on coming back. So here I am with an extended hand- honey won’t you please come with...
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all i'm asking...
Love me
With everything
You have in you
dreamsofawallflower:
I want to write something
So poignant
So powerful
It will reach out to your heart
Penetrate your soul
And shake the very foundation
Upon which your existence is built-
But I don’t know how.
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dark thoughts.
Shadows trace lines
Across your face
Throwing your eyes
Into sharp contrast-
Milky white, crystal blue,
And merciless black.
Anonymous asked: So does that last post mean that you are expecting? If yes, congratulations. <3
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subconscious truths.
I woke up from a nightmare, confused at first as to why I was so terrified. Then it all came rushing back to me. I was sitting in some strange room, talking to some guy I had a one night stand with years ago. He wasn’t doing anything- we weren’t doing anything. Just talking. Out of the blue he looked at my stomach. Then his gaze came back to my eyes and he said, “You’re...
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the artist.
Every morning, she wakes up beneath the spray of warm shower water. Shampoo suds leak in streaks down her back and slide away down the insides of her thighs. When they have all found their way to the drain, the water shuts off and she wraps herself in a towel. She stays in the towel as she pulls out her makeup. With a smile, she begins. Skipping on the foundation (she hates hiding her freckles),...
an incident of blackbirds: →
inkedribs:
To disappear—I’m addicted to the idea. I peel my fingerprints from my fingertips and set other patterns into the tender skin, make my touch untraceable. I burn handwritten notes and letters and exams, dye my hair bright red and my eyebrows burgundy and ink a strange tattoo along my collarbone. I become another person with a new name and an aura of intrigue, I become like a city after...
Nonsensical Stuffs: posting →
mimikova:
sometimes when i write i feel it’s just right and i post and push it out to the light and i wait and refresh and wait so see if anyone out there kinda gets me mostly they don’t but that’s okay cause i know i’m a bore with not much to say but that won’t stop me from posting away to find out if they get the next thing i say more average than average or just a bit...
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no love like a mother's.
Pain floods eyes
That have borne
The weight and life
Of another, so small
And now so big
In the hands of this world
Where mistakes
Must be made, and
Consequences paid.
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personal ramblings...
My mom is always going on about how I never show her what I write. I am afraid that she will read too much into it; and I’m also afraid that what she finds will be the truth. If she finds the truth that lurks between the lines, I will have to endure the hurt that will settle in her eyes like the dust of this pain has settled in my lungs. She will see the lead that has replaced my soft bones,...
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mysearchforwisdom:
She sits with tired eyes shivering from Decembers breath wrapped in warm blankets eyes lit by the blue glow of a laptop
She’s tired, she’s been tired for awhile she feels sick, and her body tells her so with this aching feeling reverberating through her hands and feet.
If I could I would speak sweet nothings till she falls asleep massaging words till all her aching muscles...
You are fireworks held in a glass jar...
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soundtrack of my life.
We play like broken records,
With love like needles that rip
Over scratches and tear into
The thin vinyl veneer we coat
Ourselves in to protect from the
Cruelty of knowing this is the same track,
And even skipping can’t hide the cracks.
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its Wednesday night.
Dissension stretches wires
Taught with tension
Threatening to crack
The very foundation
Of everything contained
Between these puce green walls
That I hate so much.
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love me, but please don't break me.
I am afraid of this power
That you hold over me
Unknowingly.
This power to destroy
With just a few words
Placed correctly.
At any given time
You can wield them
Mercilessly.
This power that I speak of
Is the power to love me
Unconditionally.
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to each their own [problems]
You say your life
Is oh so tragic, But
Honey, you don’t know
Tragic.
.
You say your family
Is split at the seams, but
Honey, you don’t even know
A broken home.
.
You say your mom’s brief
Anger is terrible, but
Honey, you don’t know
Rage.
.
You say your life sucks
And you would do anything
To change it- but
Honey, you don’t know
All the evil in this...
thoughtsongodandlife replied to your post: spontaneous metamorphosis.
This is brilliant.
why thank you :)
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spontaneous metamorphosis.
One of these days,
I am going to change
Simply because I can-
You’ll be left with nothing
Except a fragile memory
Of the girl I used to be.
No more eager to please.
I will be independently me.
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my lexeme.
Alone I release
These drips of red ink
From hollow bones,
I carve words-
Beautiful, cruel, forgotten words
Into creamy innocence.
I twist them
Ruthlessly defying,
And seeking to condemn.
These words are my life-blood,
Leaking through the cracks;
Spent on fallen tears
And nights of never looking back.
halfhoursonearth:
Remind me How to melt At the mere sight Of another person
Show me What I’ve missed Whilst I’ve been learning The tricks of the forgotten trade
Love me Because fuck If there’s anything worse than unrequited love It’s forgetting what any kind of love is like.
Forgive me For clinging on to you But I have nowhere else to turn I’m at a fork in the road And I feel...
paperboundspine:
I am going to be spending my days counting down to the one where your sunlight will warm my skin and I will be allowed to have you in my arms again.
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He didn't want to watch rivers rise alone.
Oh dear, haha- I have missed you guys very much! Hope you all had a great Christmas! :)
-S.J.
Tumbleweeds
claritea:
There were white cranes Drowning in the shallow water Of our families pond. I watched them with soft eyes as They sorted through their worldly Belongings and Abandoned their babies in cold. We are not so different in essence - I sometimes desert the things That mean the most just to Feel what it’s like to Have nothing.
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in her eyes.
Shards of light
Illuminate spheres of glass
Throwing shadows
Into deep contrast between
The slender curves
That make up beauty.
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the night shift
He worked the night shift
Toiling to stack luggage high
For passengers riding tonight
Where the bleak sound of steam
Hisses through engines
Shooting trains off like rockets,
Only morning can stop this.
Sometimes he follows them
To their destinations, riding
Quietly in those swaying carts
To places without a night shift
Where normal people work
With the sun and a smile
While all the...
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To:
Will you be the silence
That glues together
This fractured shell of a once
Beautiful mademoiselle
Hiding beneath the livery curtains
Of a dusty heart?
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Your skin absorbs the moonlight
That peeks through these gloomy
Clouds that drift over us
Beneath an ebony sky at midnight.
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you will never be a mistake.
If there was anything I could do
To make you see the beauty
Within you, so impossible to hide
That it must burst out beneath
The moonlight, and borrow the stars
To place them in your eyes,
I would travel to the ends of
Your beating heart and back
If only to show you that
This beauty I see, is not
Simply me imagining-
You are stunning, you are great.
Don’t you ever say you were...
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for some reason, it doesn't seem like Christmas...
I hate to be a scrooge,
But this year just
Isn’t filled with holiday cheer.
Christmas used to be a
Favorite of mine,
The very best of family time.
But family has crumbled
Plagued by divorces and deaths,
Unemployment and rent.
So forgive me for my lack
Of holiday cheer.
It just doesn’t feel like
Christmas this year.
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pack up and go.
There is this ache
Deep in my bones,
That settles like morning frost
In-between the spaces
Of muscles and tendons.
My soul is also weary
Of these ways,
Where every meeting
Is begun with fierce battle cries,
And ended with bloodshed.
Empty luggage taunts me
With its promises,
Promises of adventure and
Freedom and solitude;
All you have to do is pack up
And go.
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just let me leave.
Family obligations
That I have no desire
To be a part of,
Float before the glassy
Surface of gray eyes
Poised in my skull.
Family obligations
That push and pull me
This way and that,
Give me headaches
That cleave my brain
Into two tortured halves.
.
Please, I beg-
No more, enough.
I can’t do this anymore.
I want need out of
This defective thing called
Family, bred into a...
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To: my dear followers
I really don’t feel like writing today. Its not that the words won’t come, its just that writing doesn’t seem appealing. Hopefully it will pass soon. If it doesn’t, please know that I adore every single one of you, and I hope your holidays are spent full of merriment!
-S.J.
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passionless
andthisiswhyimguarded:
The weight of the dead
Has infiltrated my hollow
Bones, filling them with
Gray sky and black birds.
They sit like jello, molding
To the inner curves and
Sliding through the cracks
That fill the space between.
The weight of the dead
Is like iron in my bones,
Spreading to my lungs
And making simple battles
Fought, yet not won.
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nightmares
andthisiswhyimguarded:
Sleep pulls at my eyelids, gently convincing them to close. I fight off the inevitable and get up from my comfy corner on the couch. The tile is cold beneath my bare feet, sending goosebumps up to my spine and down my arms. I throw a pot of water on the stove and mechanically pull out the powder for hot chocolate. While I wait for the kettle to scream in a way that I...
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help me.
When will you hear
These screams echoing
Through the alley
As they rip out of me
Like violent strikes
Of white-hot lightning?
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he was supposed to be my one night stand.
People see a couple smiling and laughing, and they always want to know how the couple met. I always tell them some silly story about school because it’s true; yet I can’t help but share a look with my other half, knowing that the day we met and the day we fell in love are two totally different stories.
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vaguely relatable
My world is a collection of people and bad memories. An accumulation of lost friends, forgotten friends, and friends that just slipped away. A batch of experiences that most would meet in a dark alley, that I have met in my home. But these days, even though dark alleys still exist, I am no longer walking through them with dead eyes. Life, although still difficult, is somewhat happier. Friends are...