May 2013
38 posts
“I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints,...
jaaaaydi:
— Rudy Francisco
There is More To Life Than The Bad Stuff: My Lois... →
kiqueperez:
Superman… The Man of steel, Big Blue, The last son of Krypton
He is faster than a speeding bullet Stronger than a locomotive He has Lasers for eyes X ray vision and can fly without even flapping his arms But his most notable power… was Lois Lane The love of an amazing woman is a phone…
A chance encounter.
shadow-writer:
“Tell me something about yourself.”
The way your lashes make shadows on your irises makes it hard for me to breathe.
I would make your mouth my life’s work if given the chance.
Nose rings are my kryptonite.
You smell like the rest of my life.
“I’m afraid of butterflies.”
“There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. Their place...”
– Sara Zarr, Sweethearts (via shadow-writer)
Shadow Writer: Growing Up. →
shadow-writer:
I won’t lie, the guy is impeccable.
Crisp and creased and Crest White Stripped for days. He’s got a perpetual three day stubble and a dimple in his right cheek that plays hide and seek when he talks. He calls me gorgeous like it’s my name, has biceps that rival the density of a cypress tree,…
Relativity.
shadow-writer:
I don’t think
about you much
anymore.
I don’t think
about air either,
but I need it to breathe.
Revelations I
whisperedverse:
My problem is that I see beauty everywhere, and am defenseless against it; that I fall in love too easily, and too deeply; and, that I do so all the time.
whisperedverse:
You are a thing of beauty. You are cherished. Yet, I shall not hold you out as a sacred thing; like some golden, bejeweled chalice rescued from antiquity. Never. I have no care for pretty, useless things.
I will fill you, and I will drink deeply from you. The world will know that you are mine by the stains of my fingertips, the marks of my teeth, and the pride with which you...
Hemingway Knows: From my work-in-progress... →
theagonistes:
佛殺佛，逢祖殺祖
(If you meet the Buddha, kill him).
– Zen koan, Linji Yixuan
“Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names.”
– Japanese Proverb
I.
From archaic verse, I was born into my name. Or something like that. The first…
Feelings & Blasphemy: Untitled #76 →
kwiznos:
I tumbled across the room
on fairy dust and caffeine.
I spilt my heart in your hand,
for a few seconds,
but the blood and reality frightened,
you more than me
but I let you keep it. Wrapped the empty hole in my chest,
bid adieu with my pinky up
and confetti in my glass drinking,
so as…
Charlie: Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?
Bill: We accept the love we think we deserve.
theowl-withthewhitestripes:
My brain melted
Out of my ears and nose
Slowly dripping
Down my face
To the ground
In a sort of rhythmic pattern
The heat
Entered through my eyes
As jealousy
As a burning self esteem
Meaning to bake
But causing to melt
Melting any
Sort of control
Melting any
Sort of good intention
Melting the shield
That kept me
From doing anything
Against common...
Eating Poetry: What Lot's Wife Would Have Said (If... →
eating-poetry:
Do you remember when we met
in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless,
and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing
you, when we were young, and blushed with youth
like bruised fruit. Did we care then
what our neighbors did
in the dark? When our first daughter was born
on the…
buttlicked:
You’re bad at grammar? *pats u on shoulder* their, they’re, there.
Please ? This is actually really fucking good.....
1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.
2: Talk about your first kiss.
3: Talk about the person for which you've had the most intense romantic feelings.
4: Talk about the thing you regret most so far.
5: Talk about the best birthday you've had.
6: Talk about the worst birthday you've had.
7: Talk about your biggest insecurity.
8: Talk about the thing you are most proud of.
9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.
10: Talk about the biggest fight you've ever had.
11: Talk about the best dream you've ever had.
12: Talk about the worst dream you've ever had.
13: Talk about the first time you had sex.
14: Talk about a vacation.
15: Talk about the time you were most content in life.
16: Talk about the best party you've ever been to.
17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.
18: Talk about something that happened in elementary school.
19: Talk about something that happened in middle school.
20: Talk about something that happened in high school.
21: Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.
22: Talk about your worst fear.
23: Talk about a time someone turned you down.
24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
25: Talk about an ex-best friend.
26: Talk about things you do when you're sick.
27: Talk about your favorite part of someone else's body.
28: Talk about your fetishes.
29: Talk about what turns you on.
30: Talk about what turns you off.
31: Talk about what you think death is like.
32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.
33: Talk about what you do when you are sad.
34: Talk about the worst physical pain you've endured.
35: Talk about things you wish you could stop doing.
36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.
37: Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.
38: Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.
39: Talk about things you wish you'd known earlier.
40: Talk about the end of something in your life.
Jenocide: Puerto Rican Obituary, a poem by Pedro... →
whenforeverisalie:
They worked
They were always on time
They were never late
They never spoke back
when they were insulted
They worked
They never took days off
that were not on the calendar
They never went on strike
without permission
They worked
ten days a week
and were only paid for five
They worked
whenforeverisalie:
He won’t tell me, But I know he’s afraid My sadness is big enough To swallow him whole.
“I’ll take what I can get from you…no matter how little, no matter how cold, no...”
– (via whenforeverisalie)
(12/30)
whenforeverisalie:
Too much. All the time. Too much. All the time. Too much. All the time. Too much. All the time.
“You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was...”
– Callie Torres, ‘The Heart of the Matter’ (via whenforeverisalie)
(22/30)
whenforeverisalie:
I could get used to it— This absence, This not-quite-here, This not-quite-there. I could get used to The way a voice Can become a body, The way a body Can become memory. I can get used to Staring out of windows, Sipping coffee alone, Could get used to Midnight walks, Could get used to Adele on repeat, Could get used to Wondering where you are, If you think of me— Lord...
(26/30)
whenforeverisalie:
This language has kept your thoughts locked up— Always wishing you had the words to tell The other kids that you aren’t stupid, That in fact, you know more about life Than they do, and that their mocking Their laughing, their insults are cruel, Unnecessary reminders that this country Is not welcoming to darker skin, And different tongues.
April 2013
33 posts
won't you celebrate with me by Lucille Clifton
joshuabrandonbennett:
won't you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
“When you give yourself to someone,
When your walls collapse,
And your masks...”
– Alysia Harris and Miles Hodges, “Doing it Wrong” (via whenforeverisalie)
Remembering to forget you as best as I can
Pucker Up Chump: A Poem of Searched Love of... →
puckerupchump:
It’s not fair for me to hide my dreams and hopes and goals, to act as if my life is “whatever” and just go with the flow of the sea of women, drowning their aspirations just for the impression of a man to look at us and say “shiiiid me too.” For a man to believe we don’t take our lives seriously…
~ A Colorful Mind: Sometimes I think it’s best to... →
thecolorsofmymind:
Sometimes I think it’s best to just step back and reevaluate the people that you allow in your life. It’s disheartening to discover that there are those you have lowered your walls for, those you have allowed yourself to get close to, aren’t the people they portray themselves as. They say…
This Is Why I'm Single: theidiotking:... →
theidiotking:
givemeajobplease:
I went on a date last night and then you texted and asked, again, whether I would come there. Start our days with coffee, end with you making dinner. Forever. I feel myself tug towards yes and then I remember why it will always be no with you and I.
…
How To Get Over Your Fear Of Getting Eaten Out →
whyimsingle:
Go read this.
Now.
This Is Why I'm Single: I wish he hated me →
whyimsingle:
At least then I would know it meant something.
At least then I would know I mattered.
If he could hate me, I would know that I was etched into the fabric of him. I would be indelible. It would be loud and chaotic and alive.
I should be more than a fading memory. More than a vague twinge too…
Naledi Sibisi: a memoir →
naledisibisi:
“sometimes you have to nonchalantly excuse yourself from the group, go around back, and lock yourself in the bathroom stall for a while because you liked him and he kissed her and it’s not about this moment on its own, it’s about how it adds to the aggregate, the leitmotif of your lonely life of…
the shipfitter's wife: FEMINIST (OR A LIST OF... →
fleurishes:
“Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?” — Maya Angelou
Smile. Shave your legs. Do your hair. Smell nice. Dress appropriately. Don’t be a slut. Don’t be a whore. Don’t be crude. Don’t call him first. Let…
tristamateer:
Forgive me; I am young.
I do not yet understand the way wanting is intensified by absence,
but I do—
I do understand the way I am intensified by you.
“Understand” is perhaps the wrong word
because I am not familiar with its reasoning or its inner workings,
but I know it.
I feel it.
Nothing matters but you.
You are the card in my spokes,
clicking out a beat I could never...
