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The birds and my brain scream in
The night as my eyes open, the taste
Of panic pulsing on my tongue
How can one head be half-awake
And already afraid?
Outside the flash of headlights
Streetlights silhouette a land
I can hardly remember
Does anyone miss me in
The world I have forsaken?
Time ticks away, the seconds
Sprinting
Sometimes I forget the sun
Will rise
Sometimes it's so lonely
In the dark
From the shoreline, you can hear the waves.
They rock, back and forth, a repeated rhythm.
They care not for the fish that linger underneath,
Nay they tarry not for the boats made of wood or metal.
The sun has no affect, for the sun they dare not pause
Oh! But the moon-!
The moon is the most beautiful thing in the water's eyes.
And the waves reach for the moon night after night, day after day.
But what does the moon care? Does it care for the waves in the creak? The river? The lake? The ocean?
Does it admire how relentlessly the water reaches?
Does it notice how it is loved?
I can not say.
I am not the moon, bright, beautiful and wise. I am not the reflection of the suns light.
I am the wave upon the shore. The relentless driving force for ones I love.
Do they love me back, you ask.
Does it matter? I answer.
They are the thing most precious to me. I will always chase them. Help them. Love them.
Swoosh-crash!
people moving to tumblr from twitter please fucking reblog art likes literally dont do anything except make the artist upset bc they have 2 reblogs and 55 likes
heeeeeeeeeelp
Collect the pieces of this
Scattered mind, mind the
Marbles under footfalls
Fragile friend mind the
Pavement, I say to myself—
We work together until
We don't, the meat and
The mind are mind over
Matter but my matter never
Minds and so the blue light
Flutters like a swallowtail
In December drinking my
Blood, tiny feet stomping
On the wound of a brain
That doesn't
Quite work
They want you to die
They want to kill you
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@staff please stop shit like this
TRUTH. What you need is imagination, and you don’t need to go anywhere to use it.
"A ship can never truly love an anchor." dude shut up. a ship without an anchor gets dashed against the rocks. it's useless, completely at the whim of the currents. a ship loves an anchor so much it carries it everywhere it goes. the anchor gives the ship the world to love. dude.
i am legit crying here
Top 3(?) attributes get turned into a creature design
Daylight upon the ’morrow's end,
Where does it take me except for the impossibilities,
Of a perfected world,
A face in a dream come to life,
Of a unique world built for two,
My shadow and me,
A hand who reaches out to mine,
And cannot be moved in it's certainty,
All impossible- for there is no daylight to be had on the ’morrow's end
Tiana and Naveen
Sitting in a tree
V-i-b-e-i-n-g
Also since I'm posting serious™ quality content right now...
SPOOPY SPARING SPELLINGTONS SPOUND SPIVERS DOWN UR SPINE. SUPER SPARING SPELLINGTONS WILL SPELL OUT UR DOOM TONIGHT!
You stepped through the door, and knew something was off.
That something...was the light.
Mahmoud Darwish, A River Dies of Thirst
Other poetry
these almost goodbyes
look at us tousled in the wind again unable to hold onto anything of solid security
our loving lips parting to speak of jealousy and wrong assumptions, still wet with days-old passion and exchange
look at this distance and the short time it takes to fall back into its trap of feeling isolated while apart
the mouth of hunger is unfed and aches to be satiated
look at these smooth memories of hellos and long kisses and wonder why we trip upon these almost goodbyes again
look at me and stay with me
we're almost there we're almost home
it's Tuesday again
and you're still gone
we are all clad in black
singing memory eternal
under the eye of St George
at our separate kitchen tables
a candle burns for you
and you are eternal
as our grief
I hope you know
even if you couldn't
slay all your dragons
you were a warrior too
Empty back fields to forward skies.
Could I have ever called you mine?
Staring forwards into empty space,
My mind is anything but.
Even months later I think of you.
It didn't mean anything. It couldn't mean anything
And yet you still linger in my thoughts.
At my job, at my home, in my car,
No place is safe from you.
I'm not even mad, not really.
I want to know why you thought how you did.
How you could think I was obsessed?
I loved you like a friend!
I gave you space!
And yet-
And yet.
And yet, your ghost is the one obsessed with me.
I miss you.
#96
The thing that angers me
About the submas fandom,
Is how a man breaks down
At the lost of another
His twin brother in black.
Because, of course two brothers
Equal one man and not
Two twins equal two men
I am angry at submas
For determining that a worth
Is dependant on another person
And not your own self.
"I am Emmet," he introduces
Not "I am a twin,"
Not "I am Ingo's half,"
Not "I am actually Emmingo,"
Just repeats "I am Emmet".
Loss is hard, he'll know
And grief clings to you
Like vines, and wither slowly
They will remain with sorrow,
But bring in fond memories
Of a past time of two
Whole brothers who loved the
Same things and loved the
Differences between their halves. But
Emmet is always Emmet. And
Ingo is always Ingo. Stop
Trying to diminish their worth.
Thank you.
#9
Happiness seems futile
And confusion clouds my mind
Who am I? How did I get here?
Fear is present, but i push it aside,
Relax, trusting in the words that ancient men wrote, a spot of wisdom,
It brings me:
And focus
Trust in
A calmness I haven’t felt
For a long long time.
#29
When I am quiet, I am nervous.
My voice is easily missed,
like the rumbling of a storm,
you turn over in your sleep.
I am scared. Why is this my new normal?
There are no shattering glasses,
your pulse is steady, I can feel it as your hand holds mine.
I dreamed of a life beyond 'the little jobs'.
But there seems to be no life left to dream.
I still strive forward.
Can you still hear my voice?
#25
A tiny part of me woke up today.
A part of me that rested for a long long while.
Cheerily she said, yawning with a smile,
"Let's be friends and play!"
So I let her into my mind and take control
And I was amazed at the cheer that flooded through my body
Rapid knocks of laughter threw themselves out of the door of my mouth.
My cheeks hurt by the end of the day
Even now, hours after she left to go back to sleep, remnants of her joy remain, fireflies in my heart.
Thank you dear one
For being my friend.
#26
Pure light; it shines against my face.
Loving as the morning sun, gentler then the moon, it is as bright as the lamp next to my pillow.
He touches me gently, lovingly, as if I was worth something.
I am.
It whispers words that mean something to me, a treasure that my heart will keep, if only a while.
He leaves. A guardian as I sleep.
The warmth still stays.
It has become increasingly obvious...
AND I CAN DENY IT NO LONGER....
I am submas trash.
Three Point Five
Words brew inside and
Yet, they aren't complete,
so I wait with them.