March 2012
February 2012
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More Emotional Dumping Than an Actual Poem.
I miss his scent.
Breathing it in
As I disappear into his arms
Swallowed by warmth.
I miss his eyes,
How he’s so shy,
But when he looks into my eyes
I see everything he’s afraid to say.
I miss him speaking to me
In a weird russian accent
That’s tainted
By his native, swedish tongue.
I miss him.
Hours and hours away,
An ocean and 6 time zones to cross.
And a trek...
Technicolour Rain
umustcreate:
When the colour has drained out of the world Like rain on a watercolour painting And the paper is blotched and all curled And I’m feeling so close to fainting I remember that there’s beauty all around And bring Technicolour through the rain Just like in movies with the advent of sound Now nothing will ever be the same again
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But seriously
Why aren’t more women like Audrey Hepburn?
Hell
purecacophony:
Dense and compressed, the visual impulse confessed his feelings of weakness. and the sound was compounded, and wound around our ear drums, my thumbs shake, the smell of those notes was never quelled, but left to rot here where we dwell, as close as anyone can get to a hell.
The Freedom of the Metal Cage
umustcreate:
Let’s jump in the car I know a place It’s not close but it’s not quite far Somewhere in between It won’t take long Shorter than your longest dream But longer than You can hold your breath My touch is deft Upon the wheel I promise you Don’t forget to breathe Before we leave Once your seatbelt’s on Your mind is mine Like an abandoned house With the people gone But it will be fine Let...
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In a daze
I wander the halls.
Drowning in a sea of sounds.
My lips mouth words,
And I utter phrases,
Strung together
Between pauses.
My mind wanders back
To the chilled fields,
And uttered noises,
Never understood,
But peaceful, nonetheless.
In this unsure condition,
My memory recounts
That which was.
In a dreamlike state
I wander,
Searching for that which no longer is.
I am in...
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I awake
In the darkness,
Heart pounding,
Mind racing.
Ghosts,
And echos of the past
Haunt my dreams
And stalk my waking hours.
I am yet again,
At the mercy of my memories.
Listening for Echoes: This is for the days when... →
listeningforechoes:
This is for the days when you are terrified:
breathe.
Breathe deeply.
Let these breaths rearrange your racing heart
into something gentle.
This is for the times when you feel like
you are trying to balance the tightrope line between bad and worse:
look the worst…
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After the silence,
There comes insanity.
After the darkness,
There comes the death.
After the light,
I find my mind again,
And after the sound,
I see what I have left.
After the anger,
I find love again,
And in this moment,
I have found my soul.
After all this,
And after the pain,
After the passing of time,
I become whole.
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Tumblr's Redecorated!
icanrolldownthesestairs:
I don’t like it
the fuck happened to my tumblr bar?
I don't want to leave Sweden
STOP
don’t make me!!
=(
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Walk in a Snowy Forest
Light bends between the branches,
Breaking, shattering
On its decent to earth.
The broken patterns
Form a patchwork quilt
on the snow-covered forest floor.
My footprints are scattered,
Like shortbread cookie crumbs,
Across the puzzle-piece patchwork
That is the swedish forest floor.
Snowfall
meader:
Frozen rain gently drifts to Earth, brushing your cheek in it’s decent. Your smile permeates the air, shimmering softly around you; Eternal beauty now has a name.
Follow her
because if you do I will make you baked goods