Impressionistic
For I have known them all already, known them all -
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
(via thingssheloves)
Just listen to this poem. I love it. Garden by Sierra DeMulder
Sierra DeMulder - Garden
If the first step in getting there is telling you I love you, I will carve it in Braille on your pillow so it’s the first thing you feel in the morning.
we came whirling
out of nothingness
scattering stars
like dust
the stars made a circle
and in the middle
we dance
yourveryfleshshallbeagreatpoem:
Monsters, Rudy Francisco
This is sheer brilliance.
Because the microphone slouches like a bad boy
whose neck I want to choke.
Because sometimes the poem punches its way
off my tongue, and other times it needs to be
dragged out of my ribcage by its hair.
Because I have said things in front
of a roomful of…
I dream in colour,
because you’re
black and white.I sleep through the day,
because you’re awake
at night.
I show off my heart,
because you stay
out of sight.
I break down regularly,
because you seem to
be alright.
(via minadi)
(via withmybrighteyes)
I assume it’s because I usually find myself dedicating time to things that will only last a few moments
I guess that’s why I fall in love with things that will never love me back
and I know that sounds crazy but it’s easier than it seems
and to be honest I think it’s safer that way
you see
relationships often remind that I’m not afraid of heights or falling
but I am scared to death of everything that’s going to happen the very moment
that my body hits the ground
At 7:35 A.M, you lay your tired body on mine
before peeling off, like a slow band-aid.
At 8:40 you sprint home and make instant coffee.
At 9:45 we finally drink it, cold.
I finish your leftover half.
By 10:50 you are already breathless.
I live for every time we overlap.
When 11:55…
