February 2012
51 posts
calmdownhun:
mysoulwasmeantforthesea:
I want to cuddle. I want to kiss. I want to hold hands. I want to have movie dates. I want to play fight. I want to have sex. I want to fall asleep with you every night.
117 Days.
5 tags
what should i submit????
As i roll down this hill.
This elevated piece of land.
This mountain. A beautiful mountain.
Beautifully jagged, and complete with moss and grass and all sorts of wonders.
That cut, tear, sting, burn and make me horribly itchy.
Through the discomfort, I keep my mind on this track.
A single track that has obtained tunnel vision.
A vision that in-visions the end of this mountain, the end to...
5 tags
i gave in. hehe enjoy
Feeling unwanted unfortunately is in-scarce.
Questionably unfair undoubtedly been there.
Feeling unsatisfactory unselfishly spend care.
Questionably undone unaccounted-for dim share.
Feeling untrusted unhealthy grit bare.
Questionably unfinished undiminished grip hair.
why the fuck do i insist on pissing myself off?
all i want to do is sleep.
i have been having shit days.
i have hella reading to do still.
work sucks.
i NEED to hit gym, even though i dont feel like it.
idk.
i want to write, but im still being stubborn and keeping it in my head.
fuck gas. and its pricing.
cant sleep = over thinking
im writing cool stuff in my head.
i wont write it down cause i am full of myself and bitter due to my state of being.
i need to stop rhyming in my writing.
i dont know why.
perception is interesting.
we all have a 6th sense.
esp is not real
oh college
how you are full of interesting content
blah.
fuck bad basketball shoes, and fuck stress.
soooo i think i want to perform my poetry.
but i want to develop a style. shouldnt be to tough.
i feel blah
i couldnt stay awake in any class today, it was horrible.
someone play me in words wth friends...i need a...
Hoots69
i wanna take flying lessons
and own a plane before i die. and take my family all over the world in it. hehe
i dont know why i go through stages
tumblr is addiction, as soon as i think i am getting better….
i relapse.
its just a matter of time.
i promise.
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Balance the unjust, cruel, and unspoken.
Flaming desire, teasing words, time frozen.
Perfectly indecent, classy, bodies swollen.
Love expressed boldly, hands gently chokin’.
control over time
i wish i had it.
i already
feel weird. writing does this thing… to me.
idk.
makes me insecure, but feel dominant at the same time.
i feel inferior to myself.
i need to go home.
for good.
sooo i better write
The words i speak, leak:
Controversy.
Oh why do they, use:
Inappropriate.
Let it get to me, always
Hatred.
For that word, not:
Generally.
For I predominantly, kinda:
Love.
The world for what, it:
Holds.
Beauty willfully breathes, breeze:
Feels.
So much so it hurts, very:
Good.
That moment when you realize
how much you love Slipknot.
Fucking genius, liberating, powerful music.
I have always felt this way, ive just never let anyone know that.
it seems like its been soo much longer than five...
Time.
is such a weird conspiracy.
calmdownhun:
Sex.
It corrodes my mind.
It veils my body in silk sheets, bundled tightly around my heart, smooth against porcelain skin. Cradling thorns. Thorns that prick and snag and tear,
deep.
Deep into my flesh.
Surreal
Still surreal, still can feel.
warmth of her touch, a voice that can kill.
a choice that, I have made
no regrets, no shade, no sun blockade.
Just a smile, without fade
Still surreal, for this smile is Real.
This smile is permanent, engraved my soul
This soul is my mind, this heart she has stole.
With little effort, peculiar she stands.
Peculiar she is, so Peculiar I am.
Wouldn’t change...
painting the ceiling of the morgue
Tame this, never. Spineless, brainless. Forever. Hate shit, sprained fits. Endeavor. Question hierarchical, lesson always falls through. Fingertips, perish in flames caused by the stone throwing due to naming names. Snitching, bitching, games. Games once were fun, but now I have lost the sun. I have lost all guidance, need some form of reliance. How about a gun? Its what we all do, right? Shun....
my door has a lock
for the first time in my life
school is fun
remember that.
i need money
it big quantities
like grants, or certain jobs, or even loans.
if anyone has info on this stuff, you should let me know.
I want to talk to Leah. But...
I should be reading.
Instead I am writing.
Expressing this fire for
Teaching.
Breaching.
Every gyrus, every sulcus.
Leeching to that beautiful brain.
Impeaching
Those wonderful thoughts, you’ve been
Trained.
Screeching.
The discomfort is pleasantly warm.
Such an odd feeling to grow.
The mind.
Depleting.
Deleting.
Refresh it, do nothing to stress it.
Absorb, every detail,...