December 2008
25 posts
12/26/08
Well, if this is true—then you are truly a noble soul on a righteous path… I only ask because I know a little something about addiction. Sometimes our past reaches out in ways which aren’t meant to do us harm. Sometimes people look to light (you beyond the darkness) to lead. Sometimes the only true salvation comes from those whom have shared in similar patches of darkness. I do...
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in the gold room now
So eager, to be—correct, licking lips the taste of fruit and labor. Love: if there is one thing I will teach you to believe in it is this… One act—play; behind the iron curtain of (s)our selfish hearts—there Lays a motherland, a fatherland and we—their habituates; lead them Not into desecration—of truth, alight by false publication, the players Mask—the idols...
12/26/08
havent-got-a-prayer: what if he is clean?
pie0:isthisblood: krby: fcukthequeen:kapi:Yeah...
mogadonia:
Alpha & Omega: No Peace In The City
Scarling faces made as I turn to go & and you turn...
goldinfifty:
Plugging my eyes, setting this stage that we can’t engage; so we cut all ties by candlelight. Another deep depression—calm before, storm’s shaking in our heart. We sacrifice, we pay a price: all these words—unsaid, drink to forget—name’s written in snow. Iced anxieties—purging these: last meals—with this secret we can’t know.
(expanded from: tiny-poemadoes)
“The wrestlers don’t really hate one another…”
– “The Wrestler” (via reversecowgirl)
snow and dirty rain by richard siken
reigningdream:dilaudid:unicornology:
Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending to sleep, while I’m in the other room. Imagine my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots in the slatted light. I’m thinking My plant, his chair, the ashtray that we bought together. I’m thinking...
los angeles, aubade you fair well
goldink:
Thick molten snake’s coiling and crossing compounded across southerly valleys unraveling thinning misted coastal mountain ranges as Luna reaches silvered sliver higher — still. Mother spreads herself black. Filial veins of light driving her. Not a living camera can capture the images, in justice.
Boy do they try.
Flying Through Clouds at Dawn.
tiny-poemadoes:
slice veil dividing architecture from light find origin a place before -the dashed expanse ahead
colored moons repel gravity by sheer halo floating blind horse powered chariot
cross horizon I’m morning on fire.
“Oh shit, I just broke the Internet.”
– Kaminsky
“If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you...”
– Robert Fritz (via thresca) (via littlemiss) (via here-i-come)
HELP! Thinking cap on...
goldinfifty:
I’ve been wanting to do write this for quite some time: a poem (or what have you) regarding the plight of the rockstar (popstar, rapstar, one-hit-wonder) comprised mainly of one-liners.
example: Goodbye Norma Jean (elton john)
I release it to the tumblrverse to see what comes up.
THE PLIGHT OF THE ROCKSTAR
Goodbye Norma Jean, Your face broads from my table, intelligent,...
November 2008
20 posts
