“Darkness is sometimes beautiful thing. You seem to disagree, to you it’s always ugly. Do you think any of us are pure light. We’re not grey, but the white makes the blackness fade; it doesn’t mean it was never or isn’t there. Denial is your darkness.”
“Cherish the journey from being strangers to lovers for you never know when you shall be strangers once more.”
Navin E. (via wordswritteninsilence)
we think of hate as an action,
but when you see your lover
in pain and do nothing
the malice is most devastating
we turn swords on enemies,
protecting us from wrath
our lovers own our open hearts,
we never anticipate the blade
of inaction tearing us apart
hate can be knowing your hand
will heal, yet doing nothing
withholding comfort from your lover
is the sharpest sword
- mermaidsbite / Christiane Lopez
“To relate to suffering
is to understand
the heart of the world
to write of it
becomes the union of humanity”
Suzyhazelwood @ darcyellington
Writing the words
of my emotional recycle bin
I pour them out
with intent to demolish
to remove the evidence
the unwanted remembrance
that threatens to unravel my sanity
I reread what’s written
roll my eyes in disgust
Did that really happen?
Does anything ever change?
My finger rests on delete
then I write
two or three
to keep a lonely sentence
in better company
suddenly I find
I actually have something to say
Words are funny
not belly laughing
mysterious little doodles
the evidence of where I’m at
and how savage the journey has been
Maybe one day
I’ll write words that tell
of where I’m going
“I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.”
Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup ~ Lara Luppi
Lyrics ~ A poem by Emily Dickinson
I have never put our names in any of these poems.
None of these love letters are addressed to you,
none of them carry my signature.
I can’t tell if I’m hoping to forget or to remember.
When I stumble across these notebooks gathering dust in a box,
will I struggle to recall who the muse was?
Or will your smile still be pressed between every page?
I will not put your name in this poem.”
I will leave it up to fate,
hand it over to the stars.
I will find this poem someday,
I’ll remember writing this.
I’ll remember loving you.
To You (via poppyflowerpoetry)
I’m a little nervous about this video…
Due to my public relationship I get a lot of girls messaging me confessing how much they aspire to have a relationship like mine. It’s fine and healthy to want a relationship but I would be proud if my presence on the internet meant that people were inspired to aim to get so much more out of life, we only have a short time here and I would love for you all to get the most out of it you can <3
"Oh, satisfaction! I don’t think I could live without it.
It’s like water or bread, or something absolutely essential
to me. I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have
written a poem, when I’m writing one. Having written one,
then you fall away very rapidly from having been a poet
to becoming a sort of poet in rest, which isn’t the same
thing at all. But I think the actual experience of writing
a poem is a magnificent one.” - Sylvia Plath