3am, caffeine, and poetry
A thousand times goodnight
This demon curls up on my chest-
He drags me down to hell,
To rest.
But know, my dearest, as we part-
I never wished you less than well,
And you will always hold my heart.Fin
Thoughts, musings, hopes, dreams, sketches, voyages, adventures, of a lost and troubled mind.
3am, caffeine, and poetry
This demon curls up on my chest-
He drags me down to hell,
To rest.
But know, my dearest, as we part-
I never wished you less than well,
And you will always hold my heart.Fin
the twilight place where the man and the writer smash into each other and for a second there’s a wrinkle, a schism, where you can jam a stick into the works of the blender and see the whole, floating components of a soul so fragile, so human, and so vulnerable that you must love whatever’s in there, unconditionally, because you have no other option.
the ingredients are just too beautiful.
(via sadbunnny)
(via wastedondreaming)
I’m holding on to the hope that one day this could be made right
I’ve been shipwrecked, and left for dead, and I have seen the darkest sights
Everyone I’ve loved seems like a stranger in the night
But oh my heart still burns, tells me to return, and search the fading lightI’m sailing home to you I won’t be long
By the light of moon I will press on
Until, I find, my love
(via rainydaysandblankets)
Just because we come
from dust
and end up
as ashes
doesn’t
mean
we
are
worthless.
(via ladymegg)
But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.
(via writingsforwinter)
To All The Women I’ll Ever Meet,
I know that you don’t love me. By this sunless sky and this skyless view, like the wall of the building outside of my window, deflecting my stares, I know that you don’t love me. It’s in the sound of the raindrops this morning, falling with real heaviness, like…
1. Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.
2. Never use a long word where a short one will do.
3. If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.
4. Never use the passive where you can use the active.
5. Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.
6. Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.- from the book Why I Write
(via chronicwriter)
A Schizophrenic suicide.
things don’t always get to me but this got to me
make the voices stop
(via perpetual-obscurity)
Here is my ugly
my 24 hours without sleep sense of humor
my just-finished-the-Lord-of-the-Rings-Trilogy sobbing
my half-finished sentences
my unwashed hair
my bloody cuticles
my terrible judgement
my lonely crying
my day-long hangover
my short attention span
my salt in your wounds
my forgetfulness
my inability to admit that I’m wrong
Here is my San Andreas fault
I am the cities built on top of it
sometimes there are earthquakes
sometimes there are quiet rattles
and sometimes there is nothing
just the quiet hum of daylight
kissing you goodbye on your way
out the door
I cannot promise
that this will be easy
I cannot promise
that this will be worth it
but you’ve been warned
and you’ve chosen to build your home here
anyway
A book is really like a lover. It arranges itself in your life in a way that is beautiful.
there are days
rare days
when you are content
when the sun shines
actually shines
the way it shouldit’s those days
i raise my face into the warmth
and smile
and breathe
and remember
there are daysrare days indeed
