(via ireadintothings)

(via ireadintothings)

Into the bliss is were I wish I was. My site showed me , a me I’m not ready to acknowledge. The truth turned me into a prisoner and took my freedom. I live under water because the surface and the open sky are a never ending film of a life I was supposed to live but I grew poison that destroyed and consumed the beauty it once presented. The ocean is my sanctuary even though it once was a grave for me to hide my mistakes and my fears. Now I’m buried with them and each day I’m sinking low with no sign of ever raising like a phoenix.

Blank pages with history unwritten,Memories forgotten. Fear conquered. The pages told a story of the love that used to govern us. The shared vision that we all used to share. That once united us and help us bring peace in this lost world. The pages told a story about courage that we so lack today. It wasn’t about me or you but the community. We lived and loved each other like we are a related. You were my strength and I was yours. I would lay my life down if it benefited the nation. This is a story of our struggle heroes.

You are a dark spot on the shoreline I can’t see it, but I know you’re smiling and the ocean is trying to swallow you whole but you laugh at me for trying to save you.With waves lapping at your shins.I still can’t see it.But you’re still smiling.You are a dark spot under water.There are shadows pulling you in undertow of regret, pain, and wanting and if you let me I would give you my lungs

I’m a shadow of a legend. A woman whose voices echoes in the wind. A woman who conquered the world without a sweat. A woman who gracefully forgave and never let her foes change her. A woman who put everyone before her own needs. A woman who loved truly and whole heartedly. A woman who had faith and courage. A woman who spoke hope to those who listened. How I wish I wasn’t a shadow of myself

gaykindalove:

The love I have for you

runs turbulent down my sleeve up to my skull

to sometimes blur me of how great you can be.

The sound of your skin

I have opted to conceal beneath my tongue

so I can still taste you even when you are away.

The tone of your speech

I have wrapped around every gift box

so I can never forget the wonder of your first word.

victim-of-convenience:

Sing me to sleep in the voice that calls the lost
lead me to the gallows by the hand
I am choking on the ashes of these bridges never crossed
Sing one last lullaby, love, for the damned

Follow me down these hollow, haunted halls
of doorways that will never send us home
I have passed like a shadow…

officialiwrotethisforyou:

When I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, you’re the only person that can remind me. 

officialiwrotethisforyou:

And my fingers are ships sailing on your skin, slowly drifting and hoping against hope that they fall off the edge of the earth.

And your heart is nothing but the gravity pulling me towards you.

myyearinpoems:

You’ve helped me grow,
Like rain you’ve risen up
Through my roots
To strengthen my shoots
So I quiver less in the wind.

You’ve nurtured my branches
From stubs to blossoms,
So we reach each other
In thinking
And lie sheltered together
Under a budding tree.

You’re part of me,
Water through shoots,
Like beats of a heart
And yet I’m nurtured enough
For the days we’re apart.

myyearinpoems:

I write your name
On A5
Lined paper
And kiss and fold it and tuck it,
Underneath my pillow.

I’ve not missed a night,
I’ve finished a notebook
(200 leaves
Since you left.)

I write and kiss and fold and tuck
To bring you back
To my dreams

I’ll try anything
To bring you back,

To bring you back to me.

lilptrsn:

I dreamt of a kind of love
where a hand on my breast
meant a world of tenderness
oceans of affection
deep forests formed
by thoughtless spontaneous touches
fingertips connecting
this world to the next 

(Source: flakeytortillas)

lilptrsn:

I want to know the depths behind his furrowed frown
Take in his mind, swallow his thoughts, and knowing them, drown.
And as I take him in, know all the places he’s been
to live all the lives he has lived, to sin all the sins he has sinned.
Nightly I memorize his geography with my touch
to breath…

(Source: flakeytortillas)

myinkstainedheart:

The cold has gnawed at my toes
and seeped into my bones.
I hear the fire you lit inside of me
let out its wakeful moans.

The cold have subtle ways love,
of inflicting agony to the lonely
and rousing sleeping desire
I had subdued and coaxed to retire.