Sta.sh
I am a confused sunflower,
The sun sings
on the wrong axis.
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today is not the day. one day, i'll get it right.today is not the day. by ~WaitingformySunrise
then
we'll bloom a mountainside of wildflowers.
we'll make the red-orange-yellow autumn leaves float back up to the trees.
we'll stop saying "honey," "sweetheart," "dear," because the only thing we'll want to say is each other's name.
it will be simple.
it won't feel rushed, suffocated, terrified, or intimidated.
it won't leave us empty and questioning.
because we'll just know.
we both finally got it right.
The Sky Doesn't End. "Hey."The Sky Doesn't End. by ~WaitingformySunrise
"Hey."
"So... I've missed you."
"I've missed you too."
"I'm not sure you understand. I didn't put your smile on your face. I'm not the one outlining the slant of your eyes with a permanent marker. It seems like the sky led me astray. The comfort in the smearing white, yellow sunshine, of infinity doesn't seem so reassuring anymore."
Why her?
"What are you trying to say?"
"When I remember the first time I met you, I wonder why I didn't see what I see now. The flame. The constrained wildfire. We ignited all that is good and right in the worl
let it burn out. it's like having your feet firmly planted to the ground, but you never truly feel the grains of sand until your chest drops about 12 pounds,let it burn out. by ~WaitingformySunrise
until you actually feel something keeping you attached to this Earth.
a smile.
a string.
a tug of a thousand different kinds of happiness settling into the burrow of your chest.
it's not that you weren't alive before that moment.
it's just that you weren't breathing, smelling,
seeing.
you saw the fire in your own heart.
and you knew.
i just knew.
it's either him or no one else.
does your heart beat too? if you sit in precisely the right spotdoes your heart beat too? by ~WaitingformySunrise
(usually in the window, most just perch behind it)
you can see the incandescent glow
of the future on the horizon,
smell the rain,
feel it pitter-patting on the cold grass,
let nature dance you a melody,
that, my friend, is what life feels like
beatific whispers beatific whispersbeatific whispers by ~hrtshpdbx
hands on your chest
warm easy kisses that
afflict scars upon my soul
sink my inhibitions
with that oh-so-sly smile
take what you can and
leave my heart in shambles
run like hell
when thoughts of more escape my lips
the thoughts from the innermost existence
of my substance
and then I see
youre not real
love is an illusion
an apparition teasing my soul
so screw it all
i am. i am something of a storybook, wished up by aimless dreamers who never ceased yearning to catch those falling stars. i arose from the puffs of drifting clouds and my world was turned technicolor by the prismatic shades of rain-drenched rainbows. i was baked in heaven's oven to a golden sunshine sheen that shimmers in the midnight moon and firefly torches. my hair is slick as seaweed and made of the gentle whiskers only panthers would dare to possess. my eyes glow with something nearly otherworldly, a grassy green that sparkles with each breath i consume. my body is crafted of pristine marble from italy; my nose and ears sculpted to perfectioni am. by ~momo-madness
Make it Beautiful Some say that writers have a giftMake it Beautiful by ~Avenvia
To write about the mundane.
To make it beautiful; set thoughts adrift.
But if you'll listen, let me explain
That making beauty is not great;
Especially beauty from pain and hate.
Poets turn love into what it's not;
A devouring monster or sweet peace,
What is love truly? Your scribbled ink-knot?
Reading that sadness grants no release,
And happiness is always so short;
Happiness is many poets' final resort.
Are we the doomed generation?
So many of us are liars by trade…
Can the few poets give an explanation,
Or are we also just liars, unswayed?
Poets fill hearts with a burning desire
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| I'm super paranoid about pictures and the internet... So my face will thus remain a mystery. Here's a short summary: College student. Pixie cut. Huge goofball. Athletic. AWKWARD. Seeker of happiness. Lover of nature. But, first all: a believer of the strength and emotions of syllables. That's really it. |
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"Bad love letters beg for love back. Good love letters ask for nothing.
This, I’m pleased to announce, is my first good love letter to you,
because there is nothing more for you to do. You’ve already done everything."
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"For outside you have to creep on the ground, and everything is green instead of yellow."