A goddess of the sky, she slept on the pillow clouds above the ocean horizon; sad, she was, and even more lonely as the sun set behind her and moon forbid her from talking to the stars. Her nights were spent curled small, her tears filled the smoke until they were ripe for storms and when she could not cry anymore, her feet paced to the shore; winds ripping up the sand and pulling at the trees. Rain battered the rooftops for hours, her fingers drumming in frustration until thunderclaps were forced from her lungs; painful exhales torn from her lungs. Nobody went untouched that night, bruises lined the surface of the earth and the white bordered roads.
golden.
"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever."
— Rabindranath Tagore (via lucifelle)
"For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can’t get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can’t cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don’t want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it’s everything."
— Dr. Alex Karev, Grey’s Anatomy (via kari-shma)
(Source: kari-shma, via cinnamontaste)
white heart <3
~~ee cummings poem
Keep reading,
don’t stop.
Keep reading,
don’t stop.And under this,
the weight of your words,
I squirm, and
wriggle,
and
worm.And under this,
the weight of your words,
I am crushed,
no breath,
small gasps
for
air.And under this,
the weight if your words,
I am pinned down,
unable to escape,
small pleasures
seep into my
skin.Keep reading,
don’t stop.And under this,
the weight of your words,
I learn about the personal
you, the one you
don’t share,
except for
strangers.And under this,
the weight of your words,
I am enticed and the
incentive to want
you more,
grows.And under this,
the weight of your words,
you have come to own me,
all of me, the
parts that I hide
and the parts that
I lie about, all
of me.Under this,
(keep reading)
You own all of me
(via skewedperceptions)
(via loqueveoestaentusojos)
Aspiring, published, it doesn’t matter.
After discussing the lack of prose writers or our ninja ability to hide behind poetry, with Letters for Burning, I’ve decided to launch this little thing hoping that it will help in someway to gather all the writers on Tumblr.
I never write love poems Your lips tell tales more beautiful I never write love poems Your eyes sparkle with more giving light I never write love poems Your presence is far more soothing I never write love poems Your mind is more provocative and intriguing I never write love poems Your voice is more enchanting and musical I never write love poems But if I did, I would write you.
than any word I could pen …
And that is before you move them.
than any ode of mine could ignite …
And that is before you look at me.
than any caressing whispers my words could form …
And that is before you touch my heart.
than any philosophy I could conjure …
And that is before you speak it.
than any ballad I could score …
And that is before you sing.
"Some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense."
—
Louise Erdrich (via palleo)
Us.
(via shes-come-undone)
(via shes-come-undone)
(Source: leilockheart, via leilockheart)
