there once was a writer named Jen
the mistress of flowing pens
she wrote a few books
and asked if we cook
we said no but, happy birthday, again!(so cheesy, but, that’s how i roll :D)
(Source: six-little-milkteeth, via jayarrarr)
I tried looking for the extraordinary,
the uncanny,
the rare.
But my companions were the sun,the moon,
the stars.
So what if I found the ancient ruins?the long lost treasure?
the fountain of youth?
What would I do without the mundane?the cliché?
the heroes and villains and winners and underdogs that continue to touch our hearts century after century after century?
Phōsphoros
Over echoing skin I tread,
Upon the warping litter-leaves, all mould’ring,
As thoughts do triter starving minds;
Beside me saunter eyes, some blank, some talking,
Voicing those pulses of silence,
Those aches of days, echoing days, ennui.
This is it –
Modernity lies…
(Source: inkpenstains)
Years ago, I wondered worriedly how I was ever to live on my own. I knew that the pulsing, coloured, light-born blotches I tried to nail down with my eyes like chasing an itch a layer too deep on your palm would mutate clumsily and look like madmen with stalactite teeth, the empty room…
(Source: inkpenstains)
poetry is the barely touching fingers separated by a universe
the distant longing always felt
the casual uncertainty of peace
the breathing death in suffocating life
contradictions unfolded
into
perfectly useless sense
the why that is the answer
to the mystery
that is truth
‘what is poetry,’ you ask
‘it is you and it is yours,’ i say
and smile
One single day from each and ev’ry year
Is set aside to celebrate your birth
And reap well-wishes from your flock of friends.
Please count this as my wish, for what it’s worth.
I wish you blissful sleep (sometime tonight)
Awash with dreams that might curl others’ toes
That…
that night the wind howled so hard my bones
ached as the neighbours dog barked into it’s whistles
and i imagined you’d stood outside your little beach house,
halfway across the globe, arms akimbo, smiling like
you’d conquered something. and in that moment you had;
me.
I’ll fall into you
liquid deep to catch myself
drowning at your feet.
