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herbeatingheart:

lareinaperdida:

You wish someone had taught you about walls, years ago when you were building castles to feel safe in. As it is nobody warned you that walls built with fear and resentment and loneliness are liable to grow taller on their own, soaring high above the edges of the sky to shield you from thundering gales. Who could have known that the walls would lap and twist into a dome of mortared brick, grow roots that stab into your skin, making you into some kind of human hermit carrying an invisible shell? As time passed by in its painstakingly slow manner, nobody told you that you are growing into your shell like a hand inserting itself into a latex glove. Nobody muttered darkly to you, “Soon, very soon” - referring to that cumbersome shell on your back and how it would eventually merge with your own supple skin. When finally the walls are covering you from head to toe and you are, effectively, your own castle - still it doesn’t make you fearless, does it? Because you can’t feel anything much now. Nor do you understand anything much. Now, like I said, you wish someone had taught you about walls. Back then when you thought being hurt was the worst that could happen.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 
There is a rapture on the lonely shore, 
There is society, where none intrudes, 
By the deep sea, and music in its roar: 
I love not man the less, but Nature more, 
From these our interviews, in which I steal 
From all I may be, or have been before, 
To mingle with the Universe, and feel 
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

— George Gordon, Lord Byron

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Acting absolute as always, attributes assault the authors area of assumption, assume the accusations are bashful or blameful, bewildering boys bomb Baghdad, blasting brothers back. Casting concoctions of Codeine to code in captured Catholics, contact children with contracts of comfort. Define…

This is amazing. :) Now I wanna hear it. 
I always love your stuff. 

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

do you want me?
i brushed her off like a mosquito on my skin
do you want someone to love?
i would rather look within

i’ve learned how to sleep alone
that empty space doesn’t bother me much

i saw you,
staring holes into me
I am majestic, you say
but do you really think of me that way?

special people are always the loneliest
delicate as porcelain, up on the shelf
I’d rather feel warmth than be by myself

play the game and be chased
turn with the tide and be erased

skeletons of what we once were

when we embrace

bones clash

and grind to dust

somehow doubting everything you say now

where i was once sure

i am now insecure

when every word you say is poison

the wells of this city have become dry

and our mouths are parched

now unable to speak the words we formulated

well i guess we’re all skeletons

wandering around this town

but it doesn’t matter

what matters isn’t the flesh on your bones

or the chemicals you peddle

you’re not impressing us anymore

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I start with a blank canvas but with a clear picture in mind;
a clear and sunny day, flowers all abloom.
That has always been the theme
and today is the day I am sure that I will perfect that scene.

With crisp and clear brushstrokes,
I start off like a master in full control.
At ease with his…

tracewilliamcowen:

It had to be
you
It had to be
me
Were it anyone
else
Where then
would we be?

I don’t often ponder
a mind tends to wander
But if I made my best guess
I’d say
things would be
the same
Yes
things would not
Change
just
a different
Place

It had to
so it will
Be.

tracewilliamcowen:

I say
How does it feel to realize you don’t know
anyone?
You say nothing

I say
How does it hit you?
Like a train or a brick?
You say nothing

I say
How does it cover you?
Like a blanket or a leaf?
You say nothing

I say
Despite our aspirations we are really all the same
We have only scattered and learned well how to hide
You say nothing

I say
Would you like to take the journey together?
You say
How far?

I say
To an end
You say
When do we begin?

I say
We already have