heart;
11everybodytalks:
If it were up to me
I’d be inheriting a
house full of pets and
spending half of my income
on the autographs of my
words’ inspiration.
If it were up to me
I’d be traveling to find people
whom I could be with
when they see snow for the first time,
people who need to be saved
because their beer can collections are
beginning to outgrow the house.
If it were up to me
I’d be smiling at little things,
like a pebble, rivers that dance,
butterflies, trees that shake,
and ideas that have learned to breathe,
simply because they will also
notice me.
As it is my center is
unreachable,
uncalculated,
unwanted,
made in the form of a rosed gem
that tells me
there is no lock
to break and set me free.
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poeticpeaceofmind:
I have learned
to see the world
in the gasps
of your breath,
the stance
of space,
that hides in you.
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blood.
wordsbecomeswords:
if I dug under my skin
and tore out my veins
there’d be a subway
system in front of your
eyes.
3 am red eyes to your
eyes through my eyes
and scheduled stops at
all major locations (heart,
lungs, fingers, tongue,
lips)
hurry on aboard, the
train will depart soon; as
soon as the heart contracts
and sends us on our way through
my veins and your veins, what a rush.
(Source: goto-sinandserotonin)
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A Poem Is, Revisited
rubbishbinangel:
Poetry is the burn marks on his skin,
the scars on my wrists.
Surprise widening eyes.
Promises never spoken,
they don’t need to be.
Poetry is where I live and breathe,
all in lowercase
while you pick your jaw up
off the floor.
Poetry is where I drive a dull pen
deep into your chest,
pluck out your heart,
make it my own.
I need a new one.
I lost mine somewhere along the way.
Maybe to another poet.
(via rubbishbinangel-deactivated2013)
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The Cocaine Romance
storyboss:
Line after line after line after line. Reed called every girl he knew until his heart exploded.
Sonja’s note: Mastering flash fiction.
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The Heart and the Brain.
victoriianii:
The heart and the brain. The two most dangerous parts of a person. They may belong to one soul, but it doesn’t guarantee they will have the same opinion. The heart does not think, and the brain does not love. It’s an amazing feeling when you find what you’re looking for. It’s an even greater one when you find what you were not.
jazzy’s note: i remember feeling this way :)
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