thedillonmooreyouknow:

I have misplaced my voice.

And I’m no good at writing.

My verses get tangled,

With useless newfangled.

Rhyming, and timing, and plot.

But something must be done.

To show her how I feel.

My voice left me quickly,

And I’m ever so fickly.

Just beginning to write.

Though my throat rings with pain,

From screaming her praise,

I miss her quite dearly,

And wish she was near me.

More than I ever could write.

(via optimisticghost)

A Love Poem

totalspiffage:

Your eyes are an ocean.
(Your breasts are also an ocean.)

(via sublimesublemon)

possibly the greatest poem ever written by a first grader

sweet-bitsy:

isabelthespy:

Persons

People can walk
but not
handsanitizers
Because
handsanitizers
don’t
        have
                legs

This speaks to my very soul

dull, deaf, dumb

optimisticghost:

dipping your heart into the dark
like a cigarette butt pressed against tar
to extinguish something you’re calling life
when you are sucking in demons and
talking nothing but treason
you tell the world how to live their lives
when you’re in such a hurry to die
quit drawing road maps in blood and bad inventions
you’re the thirdhand smoke that is starving for attention
and these are my lung’s dying words:

1. you’ve earned it
2. you deserve it
3. mercy, how i’ve never seen someone try so hard
4. for nothing at all.

pearl diving with sea serpents

optimisticghost:

there is dialogue, somewhere
that could fill a book, or bible
and i wish we were writing it together
but maybe you have carpal tunnel
and i will just leave you alone

but it doesn’t mean i won’t wait

the quiet, she is poisonous
with her mouth on my throat
when my throat is my thigh
leaving decaying kisses
making me cry

blood dripping and puddling and 
worse
it is rainy and silent and the silence, she 
hurts
i am reading books, wondering, 
as she brushes my hair

if she got to you first
and why wasn’t i there

SQDFLDFLDSQFHHhhhhhhhhhh

i want emoticons incorporated into poetry.

horribly:

somebody do this for me.

make me a text+emoticons poem. 

In lojban you have word-emoticons (words that express an emotion) and I wrote a poem using only those. But here’s something else:

My chair is white ◕ ◡ ◕ soothing, cuddled by the light white

My bed is blue (ᴗ˳ᴗ) waves of blanket breaking on the shore of my shoulders

chair being white; bed being blue;
   light shining bright; thinking of you (◡///‿///◡✿)

(Source: theyellowsmoke)

xii

optimisticghost:

Not one heartbeat do I forget
I cannot think of you anymore
Cannot think of you any less


And yet

monster’s love song

swanblood:

i, monster
diving endlessly
into silver scale-oceans
with my antennae i feel
to the core of you
breathing the sunlight
from the curve of your spines
drinking the shadows
from the place
where wing meets back
watching the dust gather and rise
when your claws scrape
the dust of the land
we claimed

you, monster
purring your organ-song
through labyrinth of lungs
rolling the moonlight
into shapeshifter pearls
and swallowing,
laughing,
leaves in your mane
you pretty me with jewels
the skull, the spine
elegant necklace
nerves still attached
you wrap it three times
around my three necks

(via optimisticghost)