Divine Madness

hyacinthboy:

Liquor swirls
inside a body and
causes flower petals
to be wielded onto their centres
when touched by fingertips.

She loves me,
she loves me not.
She tests life,
before next shot.

Colour me crazy,
& colour me breathing.
When the entitlement you place
on yourself is sighted, grieving….

These tiny sinews,
I’ve wrapped them carefully,
Around it beating.
Gave you one to hold onto,
But you dropped it and ran.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #291 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Love.

deadfiction:

If you write about sorrow everyday
you’ll find a hollow heart, a hollow mind
a stagnant beast that never grew
at least a child that never knew
the meaning of a smile painted on a canvas.

There is hope in the smallest of things
that we forget in the passing of life
the smile of your mother
the…

five—a—day:

I only have a tongue
embroidered with eleven thousand poems
and what is that worth to a man who doesn’t read? 

Merry Christmas, tumblr. And here’s to an inspiring and fulfilling new year :)

Much, much more happy with my new tumblr layout now. So much more me!

Have you ever had someone, who got so utterly beneath your skin, that every word was like pouring acetone into your bloodstream?

showslow:

Photography by Laura Zalenga.

This reminds me of Degas. Always had a thing for his ballerinas.

I don’t like to explain poems, but I feel this one might raise questions. Recently I watched a pretty toxic relationship evolve amongst friends, and I felt like I needed to express what it was like to witness.

Dear P.,

It’s been a while,

and you’ve been nagging,

to be acknowlegded.

I thought I threw you out.

Here we are again,

the same dance,

to a tune I thought I’d taped over.

You’re still like getting

into a warm bath,

still a bandaid,

the easy fix.

I thought I was above all this.