December 2010
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The Art of Letting Go
sincesheleft:
The art of letting go is a hard one to master. It doesn’t come naturally my way. It flies in my brain, spinning round ever faster, and clings to my arm, begs to stay. But its pleas and its cries I now recognize as lies as I pull ever firmly away. For ahead through these woods waits for me something good, or so I conceive as I pray.
submitted by yellowbricks.
Reblog if you fell in love with someone in 2010....
acarefreezone:
New Year
The confetti will soon fly
ribbons and balloons, wirly noise makers.
There will be kisses and hugs,
drinks all around (champagne and cider).
I too will kiss, with any luck,
but the year will hold more:
more love deserved,
more forgiveness: letting go.
Perhaps a new location
for my mind to study—
happiness, whatever that is,
I hope to grace my heart
in the new year.
“I read somewhere that everybody on this planet is separated by only six other...”
– Six Degrees of Separation, 1993 (via quote-book)
Thoughts again
I’m scared and confused and hugging a panda pillowpet. There’s no one to turn to; everythings in a mess but no one can see it because it’s inside of me. I don’t know what to do. Nothing makes
Sense.
Talking
I said all I could say
except for the very truth
the one that you aviod
the one that I hold within.
But you left.
And soon you will come back.
Will it ever be the same?
Know
Do you know?
Do you really know?
Do I know?
Turning
Where do you go
when the stars have left
you no one but one
or two; where do you turn
to when your heart is
in your mouth and you
want to cry out
frustration over taking your soul
when you know what you want
but every pulse says no.
It Waits
puzzlepiecesoflife:
This is my heart:
it beats harshly —
can you hear it? —
it beats harshly,
recovering from fright
and preparing for the next.
It sounds loudly,
calling to no-one
but still calling regardless.
It waits for you
as it waits for no-one
and as it will
wait for no-one,
not even you;
and though it stays here
it does not stay for you
so please be careful
for it was...
Poetry battles
A war has now begun
Inside and out of me
Plays on words
From two tongues.
They’ll say that only fate
Will know the end:
Bit it’s far too late.
The end is what is should be
No matter the heart.
http://www.savethewords.org/ →
A new day
Open your heart to me
let the words pour forth:
your past, your hopes, your thoughts.
Let go of fear; I’m here.
Write beautiful words, ugly words.
I want to be in your
mind; the mind you say is too
blurred to figure out,
too confusing. Let me in,
I’ll wrap myself in those
thoughts; I’ll swirl with them.
The boat of Death
I dreamed once
of you and him;
we came back from death
and I had to choose.
Infatuation or love: Love it was.
Soulmates, it was.
Still, thoughts linger:
Wondering what if.
But that what if
is destroying that love.
Funny; it’s not the first time
you’ve done this.
Music
Ever since that day
I stalk you where everyone goes
to stalk. I shouldn’t: I know.
The temptation washes over me
my fingers type and I’m there.
Masochism, they call it. I know it.
I love it. I hate it.
I look and look
for a sign, something, that says
you still love.
But all I ever find is lyrics
and song titles, once I thought ours
now yours and hers.
Favorite songs...
Itching
My fingers sit still,
but the veins pulse,
an itching, a twitching
is overtaking them
wanting to write.
But I cannot find the words.
If
What if we all could truely say what’s on our minds? What would happen?
Glow
At night, under this glow
that casts warm shadows
under which I once wrote
words of purple,
my hearts swells, a ribbon
trapping it, keeping it in place;
questions are all that exists.
Love, once a mere dust in the air
I have now swallowed.
It suffocates me: I wonder,
what is meant to be?
“Are we just pretending to be unhappy to add drama to our lives so that we seem...”
– Paper Man (2009)
Family
They love, I know. But why do I feel so alone? Am I even part of this family anymore?
Life
Life is nothing but
papers and pens
tests and grades
books piled high, toppling over.
Typing, Typing, Typing.
Study, Study, Study.
No friends.
Well maybe one or two.
No parties, no dates, no late-nights.
Be a peacock?
How when I’m drowning beneath books
in a sleepy town
full of posers and north-face jackets
who care nothing more
than to get wasted every night.
(this was...
People
Disappoint
Love
Break
Destroy
Careless
Selfish
Condesiding
Stranded
I’m sick of people. All the ones I have known, even myself, have only ever hurt.
Facebook
You still love her, don’t you?
Watchpuzzlepiecesoflife:
Sad but inspiring.
Dream
I’ve woken up again
With a hollow feeling:
I’ve been dreaming of you
Again.
I told you of another dream:
This one of diasters.
A sign, I’m sure.
But it doesn’t help.
Space
Time has passed between us
just as with anyone.
Yet, instead of getting better,
the bitterness rises back up:
seeing you go on, while I
am stuck.
Recommendation
For my first recommendation, I have chosen abrokensomething this week. She was one of my first non-friend follower and her writing is beautiful, plus her random pictures. :) Please look at her page if you haven’t already!
Thoughts
How do you know? How do you know that you are going down the right road? It may be lined with roses, perfectly white and red, but what about the other? It is daisies. Or perhaps you are on the road of daisies now. Can’t you be content with that? Is contentment the answer for the heart? Does it need more?
Strength
A window opening to the world
people wandering by
stranded in their own lives.
The sun, cold but welcoming
on the early winter day:
rays so weak, birds dancing in them.
Birds of prayers.
Soft apologies in the empty air
nodding along I say it’s fine,
but no, no.
Words fall to the back of my mind,
words strangled down: grasping to get out.
Days go by and nothing appears,
they...
Time
A barren land stretched out
dry and brown turning grey with
sun hidden beyond the clouds.
Harsh winds flit leaves away, turning
them to dust, lost with the frozen dirt.
Spiraling puffs of white trickle down
from the hard sky, covering rock and tree,
house and river. The world is a sugarland,
peacefully still and pure angel’s watching over
with pride full of sadness: this will not...
Warnings
Two kisses:
One hidden behind the purple drapery,
a daisy clutched in your hand,
lips so soft: I remeber them.
Bubbling guilt—this can’t happen again,
but then why does it feel so good?
Why can’t I pull away?
One, delicious, seductive.
Beneath a stormy sky—
a bite on my neck, suck the vile blood.
Kiss me with dripping lips.
Entangling arms and hearts
this is...
hello :) i was curious as to whether youd be willing to take a request or not? i absolutely love your writing <3
Not sure why it’s being answered this way… but of course! I would love to take a request. And thank you so much for the compliment! :)
Lone
The toilet is clean smelling
of lemon and chemicals:
The floor is swept, dust collected
sinks shining with tinge of vinegar.
Cats feed and sleeping,
cookies, ginger and chocolate chip,
baked to perfection.
A candle is light, the tree is on.
Neat is the name,
but alone, is what I feel.
No one to enjoy the hard work,
No one to hug and smile with.
love doesn't hurt so I know I'm not falling in...
Perfect
Lying under the sky
kissing in the waters
watching the waves unfurl
beneath the moonlight
Are these the perfect love stories?
Perhaps. Even if some end in tragedy.
Back
Candy coloured lights
glowing round and blur
surrounded me and the baubles
of red and green, blue and silver.
The room shows warmth, tiny fires
dotting the tree, walls, mirror,
yet a cold grows within me.
Far away, you sit with friends,
festive music ringing out with good cheer,
but I remain here,
hands stiff and chilled, heart
within my stomach:
alone.
