November 2011
31 posts
For my North Star...
Strip me down to my heart beat.. Nothing but cardiac palpitations and spiritual vibrations.. Let me show you what forever tastes like.. You’ve given me the rest of our lives to love you.. So on this special night.. I make love to you wearing this symbol of trust.. And nothing else.. Every other thought or worry take the hint and step back.. Cuz we don’t need a platform or defense.....
Love Through Us
It’s like..
Our souls figured out a way to
Make love through us
As if….
They reside closer to our surface
Not laid back in the background or
Recesses of our minds..
Never hiding or sleeping in a state of wait
For someone more worthy.
Our souls figured out how to get acquainted
The first time we sat close and barely touched..
Stirred now and awakened..
A reason to become...
5 Line Piece about a Clock.
Line 1: Think of a person. Write about their hands.
Line 2: Describe what they’re doing with their hands.
Line 3: Write a metaphor about their hands.
Line 4: Ask the person a question.
Line 5: Answer the question as if you were that person, BUT they’ve only partly understood your question
(about a Clock)
Hands uneven in length but not strength
They move to clap slowly and seem to grasp...
The Message
I sit on higher clouds for much needed Godly conversation..
Mind’s been racing lately..
So I put all my train engines..
All locomotions..
In His hands..
Allow Him to sort out my mess..
The plan is in the works..
I just need my faith and trust stocked up..
Ready for what comes..
Steady is my footing when holding hands with God…
They say sometimes stillness is the move..
But...
Symphony.
5 Line/5 minute poem… I’ll join in the fun!
Line 1: Think of a person. Write about their hands.
Line 2: Describe what they’re doing with their hands.
Line 3: Write a metaphor about their hands.
Line 4: Ask the person a question.
Line 5: Answer the question as if you were that person, BUT they’ve only partly understood your question
(written for Ms. Bell)
The softest...
I can feel her energy from miles away.
#Truth
Isn't it interesting that no matter how far our...
sincesheleft:
it’s terrifying and at the same time exhilarating.
(via heymikewaskom)
Off The Wall.
Stop and stare.
Analyze and pick apart my heart
On this canvas.
Love me and appreciate the time I take
Not trying to be great.
Just wanting to be.
Hope I really inspire when you
Cock your head ever so slightly to the left
And your brow furrows.
I’d prefer it not be from contempt.
But art doesn’t care about studies..
I could care less if you love me..
Or even what you think...
“It’s alright! // Looking at these dogs that bark but don’t bite // They posted...”
– J. Nolan (via thefebruarianandco)
the februarian: When The Dying Kaleidosope Started... →
thefebruarianandco:
She says “she’s perfect” / because “she’s hurting” / I’m so certain that she’s flirting with disaster / the hazard of her happenings / are addictive like the casket that she’s living in / oblivion’s her Mascot / The Mask got old so / She exposed the dead rose crumbling in her chest / & I tried to…
“It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall...”
– Finnick Odair, Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins (via itsmeChubby)
Currently fighting this uphill battle… (via ambrosiajoi)
Love is a House. (And You Have The Key)
The future is a vast plain of possibilities
Wrapped in hopes and plans.
Needs, wants, dreams are
Tucked inside. Untidy.
There are no perfect answers
Because our hands don’t form those.
Fingers hold bricks of strength with
As much fear extracted as we can
For optimum support
Through whatever winds may strike.
Place them neatly, even though
These aren’t expert hands.
Just...
“finally feeling like its ok to break
Into a thousand pieces
No one can replace...”
– Rosi Golan - It’s Been a Long Day (via graffitidc)
Kanika
I can’t pray to you… but I hope you hear me when I’m talking. I hope you understand when my heart stutters with memories. Beg for just a few more minutes that are now non-existent… Wishing you were here to tell me what to do won’t make you magically appear.. I still let my voice bounce off walls and search for sound to touch you. I wanna sit on your couch with tequila...
Good Morning
I’ve seen the beauty of a sunrise
In eyes ready for the day
Loved enough to save some for
When it rains..
But I can’t take it with me..
Have to leave it with you.
Sit all my goodness at your feet
And leave as little bad
As possible.
Just glad that I could
Extend myself across time..
Left space to grow alone as well
As with the people I cherish..
There’s nothing more...
“I’m learning that people say more hurtful, more malicious things when...”
– Me (iNeRGetik)
I just realized how much I love, need & appreciate...
So this post is just for her. I hope she sees and realizes that she means everything to me & that I cherish the day I walked into that bathroom and noticed her with the same jacket & birthday (on our birthday): It changed the landscape of my life. Thank You. :0)
“The feeling of running— of wanting to leave— is temporary. But I...”
– Me. Inergetik.
the februarian: Amoebae →
thefebruarianandco:
She was a conjured reinterpretation of herself. She could no longer go by the alias “me” in worn, pallid conversation. They had once told her that all of her friends were imaginary. She responded “They are as real as I & travel as far as I can see.” She was blind. As with weathered, jagged stone:…
21 Habits of Happy People →
thelittlesea:
1. Appreciate Life
Be thankful that you woke up alive each morning. Develop a childlike sense of wonder towards life. Focus on the beauty of every living thing. Make the most of each day. Don’t take anything for granted. Don’t sweat the small stuff. 2. Choose Friends Wisely Surround yourself with happy, positive people who share your values and goals. Friends that have the same...
Where Concept Is Revolutionary: Pretty Wings →
csdgrevolution:
Hard for me to recognize yours,
When mine were snatched from my back.
Scars don’t heal easily for fallen angels.
And I…
Am simply human.
Trying to find my way back to God,
During the plague that is sometimes my life.
No red sea parted for me to cross.
No one trying to free me from the…
