Tag: spilled ink

  • mermaids-and-earthquakes:

    No I’m not a beautiful person, I’m sorry. 
    I’m not special, or full of light and laughter,
    with a smile delicate as fine Venetian lace. 

    I’m not the soul who lights up a room
    whenever she walks in.
    I carry a little darkness, a little storm cloud.
    I’m rather plain, and that’s ok.
    but my eyes are large,
    they have seen beautiful things
    and my ears are like a fox’s
    they catch the whispers you drop

    I collect beautiful things
    like a magpie, I’m lining myself
    with lovely
    to make up for the lack of my own. 

  • Come Here and Get to Know Me

    j-r-morgan:

    You don’t know me. 

    To know me

    you have to love me.

    You can love me.

    Come here and love me.

    Allow this introduction start

    to be our blank canvas of love art.

    Let me share paint love beauty

    within across the gentle rising of your chest

    with the gentle rhythms strokes of my heart tongue.

    And if you like you can unravel the stitching,

    poking holes where you see fit,

    desired effect of love paint seeping through.

    We can share this adoration art

    as we trickle it across the floors,

    splashing it around with our hearts fingers.

    We can fill the days with it,

    blissful as it soaks into all the trees,

    enchanted as the flowers turn an aquamarine,

    inspired as the raccoons turn a vivid blue.

    We can recolor the dirt and granular rocks

    with a more desirable and inviting hue

    so that both children and grown ups alike

    will dream play in sand boxes, enlivened fascinated once again.

    If you’d like it swim in indigo oceans

    and witness chrome red passions laughter

    we can decorate every facet of this world

    with our display of uninhibited amour shades.

    Or if you’d prefer to create a more introspective

    romance art we can keep the tints within,

    as we discover the bronze and sapphire dyes of our limbs.

    This is love art and this is an expression of art love.

    If you’d like to explore create all you’ve ever dreamt to see

    come here and love get to know me.

    by: me.

    9.22.11

    * This was the most enjoyable piece I’ve yet to write.  I feel happy 🙂

  • this is what stabbing looks like

    wearemostaliveindreams:

    if you keep,
    it all bottled up
    inside your heart-

    -so that the words
    never, leave your teeth.

                                                              eventually,
                                                              it will explode

                                                              but,
                                                              you will be alone

    because no one, likes a liar
    that never seems to speak.

    you lie with your eyes,
    you lie with your mouth.

    you lie with your eyes,
    and never open your mouth.

    how can trust
    ever exist,
    with someone
    that never,
    speaks
    their
    heart?

    no one likes a liar,
    that never says a word.

  • ψεύτης

    You like lying on my floor;

    you like lying

    with every breath.

    Like it’s the carbon dioxide

    to your oxygen.

    And oxygen is what I’ve lacked

    since the kiss we shared.

    But you don’t know how to share completely.

    Feelings, secrets, and nights

    are cemented and imprisoned

    in your memories.

    I will forever remember you.

    You, as you lye on my floor lying.

    by: me.

    8/10/11