CPR

poeticallyprofound:

If you could breathe life
Back into my barren lungs
All I would need is
Something of my own to love
These words are my CPR

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salpsan:

I’m loving Mary Jane. Flying with Lois Lane on board a bullet train. Don’t know yet if I’m glad I came. 

Obviously this helps me… I think??

I’m stuck between a hard place and the biggest rock, in my own head consumed. I sit back in my room. It’s like the tapestries of life get tangled in the loom. I’m like a butterfly, caught in a hurricane. My pulse is quickening as my heart plays a new refrain. I’m living in the past. My clock’s an hour fast. Should really go and make some coffee but I can’t be fucked. I’ve lost my mobile phone, you’ll have to call my home. On second thoughts just leave a message when you hear the tone. My grimy windows show the early morning glow, another day, another dollar in my one man show.

Sometimes at night I think too much about life and love and music and stuff.

I fell out with Mary Jane. I don’t speak to Lois Lane and I missed that bullet train. But now I know I’m glad I came.  

Tuesday III

rakuli:

Tuesday tentatively tickles the trees
The tree tops tango to timid tempests
Today takes time to tempt, taunt, to tease
Trying to trip, to trap, torture then test 

Talking truthfully treasuring trust
Torturing timepiece tolling tick, tick, tick
Trudging through toils to tapering thrust
Tiredly tracking the temperate trick

Tinkering, tapping to titillating tunes
Television toots terrible transmissions
This tempest throws thought to tackle typhoons
Totally tearing teaching traditions

Treacherous tyrannous thoughts tipping trays
Terrible, tawdry, trialling Tuesdays

One for the romantics

starlightstruck:

All the cliches in the world

Could not fathom the love

That I have for you and

Your eternal being.

The very essence of you

In my life leaves me shaking

And breathless and quite 

Unsure of how to act 

Whenever you’re near me

I get scared my heart

Cannot cope with this 

Feeling, it may enjoy it

Just that bit too much

And explode, creating

A thousand waves of

Amor lapping your body

(via starlightstruck-deactivated2011)

letskeepitfreshk:

I sat on the front steps

With a daisy I had saved from the weed pile

Twirling it as I waited

For you to come into the sunshine

And pull me along with you

I daydreamed about handing you the small flower

And your sweet response that would come too

But as the sun fell below the clouds

And the moon rose to flirt with me

I left the daisy at the top of your steps

And wandered along the path leading away from your house

When the night time told me

You weren’t coming out today

cagedswallow:

i get these small attachments to strangers but then
they break my heart a little further take another part
of me with them. when they choose someone else.
all is well, as i’m slowly getting better at this: not
expecting any thing back.

(via helendaroga-deactivated20110922)

theycallmelolita:

hands. your hands make me smile,



a touch,
stroke between the fingers
intertwined,


your veins tell a story by themselves,



love,
hate,


or everything else.


you jump,
your veins tell your secrets.



a touch, spontaneous,
a smile covers the shivers,
eyes tell of the wings you


never dared to
let go of,
those wings that were too weak


for the raining.



and I kiss your hands,
and hope you realize it’s all going to be okay


I kiss your hands
and hope the hurt goes away,




hands,
tired from the clenching,

an eternal fist, so hard to bear,
dreaming, being, harsh eyes in sunlight


I hope I’ll manage to open them,

open them. and spread your fingers like spiderwebs,




hands. so beautiful.
wrinkles tell the story.


your heart. your mind. your life.



and the fortune.
I know that line is broken. But hopefully, one day


I’ll cover the line and make you forget
that luck never meant anything



but wind in the sails you never managed to control.




moon clings to the sun as I cling to you.



all I care about is your hand covering them,
covering me




with a wave, with open rather than close,





with the pulsating. soft.






lets intertwine and live forever.

wanna?

thevagabondking:

who wants to sit
on the bank of a
lake and eat
peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches
wit’ me?

i’ll bring sparkling
water and we’ll
feed the squirrels
day old bread

we’ll watch the sun
go from the top of
the world, kiss our
toes and disappear

we’ll sleep on the
sandy bank of that
lake, dream of another
day just like this 

(via thewaywardpoet-deactivated20110)

Maybe.

lilysofthefield:

I feel like collapsing—
Crumbling within myself.
I sit in this chair and pretend
to be important,
watching the soft glow
from my candle dance on my walls
and the shadows keep me company.
My nose filled with the scent
of strawberry incense
while I wait for inspiration
and small talk.
But who am I kidding,
besides myself?
I’m only important 
when I’m needed,
not wanted
and how desperately
I need to be wanted.
Sour memories surface
during trailing times
of regret, can I keep
the sweet ones alive?
At least long enough
to last, if not overpower
the ones that make me cringe. 
I tried to reach out into 
the endless night sky,
praying I’d clasp a star
within my palm,
burning patterns of it’s life
into my skin
giving me something to show off.
“Look, I was burned by a star
do you see it’s story, written
on my palm, here.” 
Instead, I’m reaching into the ocean
trying to grasp for words
that’ll show you what’s inside me,
more clearly than what the sound of my voice
can share. Or you could stare
into my eyes, it’s all there
too. Don’t fall into them,
you’ll be soaked in who I am
and you’ll fall in love
with the person you thought
you saw floating there,
it won’t be me, because
you already placed me on a pedestal
setting me up to fall
and skin my knees,
I wondered if you’d at least attempt
to catch me. But I doubted that.
I doubt a lot of things lately.
Under midnight’s cool breath 
last night, I noticed you holding
a tiny metal replica of my heart
in your hands, with the utmost care. 
No, wait, that was my dream,
I remember now because I took 
it back from you and attached it to a chain
and hooked it around your neck,
hanging close to your own heart.
I’ve been waiting too long.
So, instead those letters that dripped with ink
stained black and blue, I tied them
to several balloons
and watched the wind sweep
them across the sky.
Maybe they’ll land at your front door 
and you’ll come save me, save my life.
Maybe. 

entrappedthoughts:

In 
    A
       Brief
           Second
                   It
                     Will
                         Disappear
                                 On
                                    The
                                    Horizon
                                    But
                                  That
                             Boomerang
                          Will 
                      Come
                  Back
               Just
            To
         Rip 
      Me 
   To
Pieces 

Stabbing the Summer Skies

thec00lniverse:

I’ve been stalking the moonlight since I was a youthful 

little vagabond, stabbing and piercing the clouds with

the tip of my pen until they bled out sunshine on my

forehead. Lapping up the raw sweat of the infernal 

star and smearing its remains on my face like war paint,

I’ve been parading my blood lust through toxic waste dumps

and office buildings in the hopes of bringing light to

mindless pigs with sunlight stitched into the burlap napsacks

resting beneath my restless eyes. You see, as a child

I never ran from the mistakes of someone else and blamed

them on myself, I only plagiarized my neighbors and hoped

their pain would fill in the gap in the sky I left when I stole

the spotlight from everyone else.