Words and Whispers

7th October 2012

Post reblogged from Pieces of Celine with 46 notes

I did love you

Say what you will about me

but I always loved you.

You can call me

whatever you like,

but don’t say, I didn’t love you.

I loved you, when 

there was nothing

lovable about you 

I gave you my heart

without question,

I had my problems —

yeah, we all do…

But you can’t say

I never loved you.

Source: outofherhead

7th October 2012

Post reblogged from bright lights, loud noises with 83 notes

“if I could be with you one hour tonight”

brightlightsloudnoises:

i’d try to clean the
place up a bit
but
i’d probably lose interest
and get drunk

and then you’d show up
wearing whatever you’ve
put on
very well

and I’d impress you with champagne
(even though I hate it)
and you’d squeal
as I shot the
cork across the
room
just like in the movies

and then we’d hit the bed
to tie knots that
time
can’t undo

7th October 2012

Post reblogged from bright lights, loud noises with 45 notes

everyone falls in love with the bartender

brightlightsloudnoises:

you had the audacity to walk in
with a hooded sweatshirt,
with your skinny
ass that can barely hold up your jeans,

with your attitude
that not many girls can pull off
and your
smile that rotates
between chapstick
and
lipstick 

when you set your purse down, the
old guy next to me
asked if you were going bowling,
you said, “no, does it look like it?”
and he said, “kinda.”

you glanced at me
and we said, “hi”,
talked about the normal shit 

but i tried not to look
directly at you
because
it would break my heart

21st August 2012

Post reblogged from Poetically Profane with 84 notes

En Pointe

profoundfuckery:

We are a ballet of confusion
We flit and twirl in circles
Never colliding
Always just passing each other
Close enough to feel the other’s breath
Just to spin away again
We walk parallel lines
Longing to cross paths
Knowing there is no way
We cover ourselves
In gauze and glitter and silk
To hide our pained hearts
And bleeding souls
We are fools
We choreographed this dance
Wrote it ourselves
And still wonder
In our great sorrow
Why we are always stuck
Seeing each other in passing
Never to be together again

21st August 2012

Post reblogged from miss anne thrope with 153 notes

iamthehuntress:

i like my coffee
the way i like my men—
with just a spot of whiskey
to get me a little tipsy and
with just enough sugar to
give me a candy-shop grin.

21st August 2012

Post reblogged from Nada de importancia with 143 notes

lessons-in-morbidity:

There are no
metaphors to wrap
the emptiness
that fills this room.

You’ll find no
consonance
in silence.

I exist,
only in fragments
of wind
caught between
the shade.

21st August 2012

Post reblogged from Doc Marek with 112 notes

On Being Young

docmarek:

I was seventeen
when I got my first
tattoo - visible.
I don’t expect to make
it to eighty, but if I
have grandchildren,
I probably won’t mind.

I think I was fifteen
when I started smoking
cigarettes & the
first time I got trashed
I was thirteen.

I can barely remember
a time when my country
wasn’t at war,
and for my whole working life
I’ve partaken in the
dog-eat-dog economy,
not knowing enough
people to land me a successful
career, just ass busting jobs.

I can’t remember the
last time that my
parents paid for my bills
but apparently their income
is too high for me to
get student loans
and I’m too poor to
pay for college out of
my pocket,
so I’m reduced to a
factory slave
who lives week to week.

Maybe someday I’ll
get the chance to
live comfortably,
but these old people
telling me to enjoy life
while I’m young,
well they’re all
wasting their breath.

21st August 2012

Post reblogged from Incognito with 128 notes

Moonlight duet

thecrowsingstoo:

He wore her, wrapped around his waist, 
Her willow legs hitched over
His ivory bones, 
And she sang for him in her piano voice,
Lilting down the scales
As though dancing through the flow of the notes.  

He stretched his hands down her torso, 
Playing her xylophone rib cage  
Until she spun off into a melody of her own,
Catching notes set adrift 
By his previous ballad
And restringing them.  

The duet lingered and fell
When the fermata moon and its accompanying stars
Sunk beneath the horizon 
And left the two breathing quietly,
Eyes locked in awe and surprise. 

21st August 2012

Post reblogged from Foster the Light with 62 notes

Swallow

sideofthetruth:

Your hands
were thicker yesterday
before jasmine tea
slipped through blinds
into the regalia
of my mind,
cracking my skull

It was a dream then
of a paper bag
thrown into night,
shirts in the bonfire
when you were

across the length of a hair
and I watched you
find my scars
and linen sheets
pulled up to the small
of your precious back.

you dismantled
yourself and crossed
into the sun,
and as you walked
I swallowed the last pills
of breaking everything