28 7 / 2014

I’ve pictured us here
face in a book of poetry
your mind in the shadows
lost in the word of others
words painted black and white

those shadows relate to your depths
depth is a word that’s been
synonymous to your name

I’ve rattled these cages before
&
it’s easy to walk over flowers
pretty and defenseless
uncommon as chivalry
or as the moon to day

we need not talk anymore
as our bodies are dried out
mere figments in a dream

I’ll let this prose speak furthermore
as if I can decipher it myself

27 7 / 2014

I’ve abandoned this routine
the silence of night

a prelude to my sleep

living each day outside of itself
feet off the ground
I am naming stars after you
who am I kidding anymore?
an interstellar affair

these planets breathe more and more
daring for us to speak
as our progress declines
and the gravity settles in
our anchors defeat us
swallowed by neglect
and abandoned like our hearts

please tell me the sky holds truth
I’m losing faith in it’s beauty again

24 7 / 2014

20 7 / 2014

19 7 / 2014

"We spoke all night in tongues,
in fingertips, in teeth."

Robert Hass, from “Spring” (via oofpoetry)

(via fucktemptation)

17 7 / 2014

my body has lost left itself

as the cars pass me by
time lapses over me
as your moves stand me still

I’m left taking steps backward
an awkward portrait of myself
yesterday’s an accident
and tomorrow’s
most
likely the same

I am boarded up; not open for sale

maybe I’m dead
maybe I am afraid of life

17 7 / 2014

(via man-stuff)

13 7 / 2014

I’ve lost my beginning
diluted at
where to start
it used to come naturally
after losing myself with you

your silence dislodged my mind
sending it off course
my obtuse
belonging
narrowly escaping you
never far enough
to break your gait

my longing continues

you’re tongue tied late at night
thinking of me
choking on the night sky
stars over moon
underwhelmed by the blue

I am embracing the nothing
losing myself
in this cities lies

this hold has got me again

09 7 / 2014

(Source: fuckin-flow, via eldergoose69)

09 7 / 2014

"Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint."

(via moonsulk)

(Source: latenz, via hein0ussy)

07 7 / 2014

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06 7 / 2014

05 7 / 2014

tracking our signals with smoke
&
losing yourself in mirrors
knee deep
while driving
is so heavy for me right now

we are the damned
is there no one else

our surroundings are unreal
we are all faced with one on one situations
bleeding through our future

it’s was an accident
my words fall as if a misguided missile
was silences to the ground
let me go and
take away this silence away

I was never the person I was meant to be
I have been here before

there are seconds left before we fade away

24 6 / 2014

there is more harm in asking

she’s alive again
a shadow of my thoughts
these letters
form in the idea of forget

I’m out lying my issues here
in new releases
my continued chapters
of
this
strange talk

24 6 / 2014

oh this struggle
with signs of my past
written out loud
by the passing novella, Lolita,
their favorite
a story that continues
to haunt
my memory
of every little fantasy
we shared

a troubling destiny
of young hearts

always taking my summer moon away