The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you...– Stephen King (via subtlelights) So true.. (via mountains-of-madness)
We’ve always been half-mad, and our writing a struggle to give voice to our...– Unremitting Failure (via nevver)
Journey Through The Metamorphosis: It takes allot... →
jttm: It takes allot out of the soul, this being, this believing In something that does not exist in this instant, on the surface. I traverse the lines on my hands to tell me where i am going but the lines on my face show me how beaten i have become. How hard the shit has dried around the edges…
jttm: When you died, I slept and I dreamed that you were flying home To the town you grew up in as the child you never knew In this place you were the daughter your parents loved, and you had no demons pushing the poison into your veins And your mind was a wonderland no screaming voices and violent outbursts And you grew up, slowly and fell in love you gave birth to me, and you loved...
sometimes I distract myself, from the gaping, open wound pretending that it does’nt hurt, as if I am some fucking loon and other days as my strength allows I will wash and change the gauze being cautious how I handle it and wrapping it with pause most days I find that healing is something of an art my mind takes hold as it tells me that there is nothing to fear in my heart
I was crying, not the sobbing, moaning type but instead the silent scared kind of tears that slid down my cold red cheeks only to be frozen on my scarf which your beautiful little head was nuzzling into for warmth. We waited for the bus as the blizzard kept on, the freezing wind biting my cheeks as I did my best to shield you from the cold. After a while I gave up on waiting and began walking down...
all the ugliness
Some days my beauty is just skin deep sitting between fat and skin while deep in the pit of me eats despair and self-hate that rises to stop just before my teeth wanting to tear and rip but my lips refuse to part for all the ugliness that I can let loose. -Cat Aitken
Tear it down by Jack Gilbert
We find out the heart only by dismantling what the heart knows. By redefining the morning, we find a morning that comes just after darkness. We can break through marriage into marriage. By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond affection and wade mouth-deep into love. We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars. But going back toward childhood will not help. The village is not better...
Giant Red Ants
In my head I have the conversation the one that I never get up enough courage to actually have the one where I apologize for my part of our past and where I reach out to you because I love you because I appreciate your part in my past In my made up conversation you reciprocate After so many long years of not having seen one another or one another’s children we sign a peace treaty and we...
My lips move, then stop then begin again with, ‘We have different priorities.’ The words stick in my throat, choke me, betray me as I struggle to hold back the tears and let go, with no luck. In ice cream flavors I am strawberry to his Moose Tracks and when we mix it does not always taste right, but opposites attract, right? Right? -Cat Aitken
Heavy hands and heavy hearts: love in all... →
dressthewound: I love in all the wrong directions. I have thrown my love off cliffs in hopes some passing bird would catch it and bring it back to me. I have cast my love into the ocean because every time I am heartbroken my friends tell me there are plenty of fish in the sea. I play hide and seek with my love…
Lies We Tell Ourselves
girlunwritten: I need you to tell me that it’s going to be all right, it sounds a lot better on your lips than in my head. Baby, it’s going to be all right, it’s going to be all right, it’s going to be all right.
whisperedverse: watchingtelly-drinkingwine: ...
whisperedverse: “Safe” is dangerous, keeping you alive, and yet, from ever living.
whisperedverse: Giving up is not at all the same as giving in. Giving up is a culmination; hope’s demise. Giving in is ceding control, which may be wise. Giving up implies a termination, a journey’s end; giving in, a new path taken, which may ascend. In giving up you always lose; but, you may well win by simply giving in.
poeticallyundead: Dearest love do not trouble your heart nor stir your mind just close your eyes and think of me and the darkness will disappear
of mothers and lovers
we begin alone body to body intertwined feeding one another in warmth, honesty, ego our intention to fill up even the babes have a want to be full of the love and affection warmth and touch and so it is babes move north of childhood mothers cut the apron strings lovers get bored and we begin alone -Cat Aitken
I paste up invisible boundaries between us unlike my after family, my before family is stuck in liquid cement. Picking up the pieces we attempt brief conversations over what seems insurmountable distance in time, in space but like sand it slips from our grasp. The closeness is perhaps too much to witness and what words will we trust from one another anyway? -Cat Aitken
I'm No Buffet
poeticallyundead: This is not an a-la-cart romance you can not pick and choose which features I’m allowed to show If you can not love all of me for all of me then you should choose another table to eat from.
My first attempt at a cinquain.
poetdreamer: Poem The aching words Bleeding upon the page Beautiful release of pain Artful
hedonistparadise: mona-lisa—: Click the squares and make a tune! This is seriously the best post on tumblr.
WhisperedVerse: Random Thoughts By Whispered... →
whisperedverse: I harbor no prejudice whatsoever (or believe I don’t, at least) when it comes to homosexuality. I don’t think that homosexuals have the option of choosing their proclivities in the first place, any more than I do; but, setting that fact aside for the moment, why would I ever legitimately care who…
whisperedverse: An angel with black, leather wings, a faerie who screams as she sings, a seductive sylph, she tempts my soul, revealing her finer things. Desperately, my conscience clings to simple, homey, pastel things; it knows not yet of its defeat, vanquished by the joy she brings.
ournightwillnotend: too many attachments that’s what holds me back I’ve got family obligations and from them, expectations doing what I want would be selfish and naive and doing what I love would be disappointing indeed but some day, and soon too I am going to stand up and shout fuck you for as much as I love all the people in my life I need to be set free allowed to soar allowed to...
The celestial companion
Still, courage, my friend. Still, all is not lost and you are not yet done. Still, there are fires to burn in the darkness and light to cast amongst the shadows. Still, there are moments that must be taken, fighting and spitting to the ground. Still, nothing has killed us yet. Still, the sky smiles on the brave. Still, have the strength to try and hold the sun in the palm of your hand, once more....
Aspiring to be me: Rough Passion →
aspirethis: They say a woman should be handled delicately like a flower that’s about to crumble but there are moments when I look in your eyes and I completely disagree. In those moments I want you to throw me to the ground and pin me down. I want to feel your strong hands on my wrists
ocean mine: to me, from forever ago →
oceanzi: you weren’t supposed to change this much. you weren’t supposed to change at all, really. should have just stuck to what mom and dad told you, huh and done your homework, studied, tested. should have turned down all those shopping trips. shouldn’t have tried to be what you weren’t. why’d you go and…
skeletonlungs: i read lines from your hands so much beauty behind those words something broke within as the tears descended from places where a drought existed