February 2012
5 posts
An open heart.: A Note From My Past →
flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:
i killed myself last night. the part of me that wasn’t good. it was attached to the rest of me. to remove it, i had to remove myself. it was painful and i suffered; but, i won’t suffer anymore. i won’t hurt anymore. by the time you read this, the person who wrote this will be gone. i’ll be…
Paper Bones: Help me raise money for pediatric... →
confessionalpoet:
So you guys know I’m shaving my head in honor of children with cancer.
You see, I am raising money for the foundation and it’ll mean a lot to me if you donate (a dollar, anything).
If you’re feeling like donating, click this link and where it says “Donate in behalf of a participant or team” write Daniela Eguiluz and check the shavee option. The event year, of course, is...
I’m taking a Poetry Writing Class here at Cal Poly next quarter! This is the greatest. Seriously.
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a little birdie.
She whispered to me a thousand secrets,
A thousand keys
To a thousand doors
Hidden in her mind.
A thousand promises
That I shall protect with my life.
A thousand reasons to love, to trust.
And still a thousand reasons to be afraid.
She whispers to me a thousand secrets,
And so I whisper back,
“I love you.”
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long distance love.
Moments without you
Are like the moments of flatline
In a heartbeat.
Those moments of silence
before
and after
life.
And if I should ever lose you,
If I should ever lose you,
Indefinitely,
Then so should I lose the rhythm
that pounds in my chest.
January 2012
26 posts
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poor chalk.
Poor chalk.
Taken
Used
Broken
Abused,
Remains scattered
Across that lonely black.
Once a tool,
Now only a mess
That needs cleaning.
Slowly worn into nothing,
Then Forgotten.
And on to the next one.
Poor chalk,
I feel your pain.
selflessness.
It’s my curse.
nobody. →
I’m really a nobody -
You might recognise
my face or my name in passing,
but whether you would pick me
out of a crowd or thin air,
whether you’d even want to
is doubtful -
because you don’t know me and
what light and love hides within,
obscured by the meaningless
skin of a stranger,
but if you did
I’m pretty sure
you’d fall
for me
like
snowflakes in a blizzard,
dizzy,...
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Are you scared?
Are you scared?
Scared of the future
That lay
Just beyond the horizon?
Because I’m not.
Hand in hand,
Fingers locked,
We will never let go
No matter how strong the current.
We will keep each other afloat,
Thrusting ourselves beneath if we must.
Together we will ride this wave strong,
We will slay this beast,
Prove the world wrong
Together.
Hand in hand,
Fingers...
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confidence.
Crack!
And so let the chopping begin.
I try to stand tall
as my core is splintered into nothing
and my foundation slowly broken.
Crack!
Again,
and again,
and again,
comes the dull blade of that seasoned axe.
And I can do nothing but watch.
Crack!
Slowly,
and consistent,
every blow as painful as the last.
He wipes the sweat from his brow,
he looks pleased with...
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Touché →
What’s stopping us?
Nothing.
Why can’t we take the world by storm?
Oh, but we can.
Wanna see how long we can keep this up?
Way ahead of you.
What’s it worth to you?
The world, my dearest.
You think you’re clever, huh?
You provide my renewable inspiration, my lady.
Do you love me or something?
It has to start somewhere.
So what are you getting at?
In due time, I...
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who?
Who could have thought
That my happiness
Could be
Would be
Should be
So dependent upon your actions.
Like the glow of the moon,
Cannot exist without the sun.
Who would have thought,
Looking back now,
How much of an impact you
Could be
Would be
Should be
On my own life,
In the same way that
God
Impacts the faithful,
Or the non.
Who should have thought,
...
blueprints of beautiful.: 17. →
17.
When I was 17
A boy with hair the color of his temper
Lured me into the bowels of his parents home
Told me I was beautiful
With a face like a China doll
And a smile so big he was sure the stars
Could see their reflections
Soon large heavy hands found their way
To foreign places
Still yet unknown to me
Fast and fleeting until they were pushed aside
Quit it
With a voice...
On he waits
Sitting all by his lonesome, Waiting for a call from Anyone, anyone at all, He can’t help But become overwhelmed With a sense Of abandonment Yet there it is, a ring Finally, he Picks it up to see A familiar face thanks To his caller I.D. And I suppose He wished they were more Than just a familiarity And in his anxiety, He forgets completely About answering And eventually, It stops ringing, So on...
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tonight.
Tonight I hope to dream of you.
Tonight,
The lines in my palms hope to kiss yours,
My cheeks are dying for your touch.
My arms feel lonely,
Wrapped around nothing,
No one.
There is a void here,
Where you belong,
But are no where to be found.
My eyes burn,
Kept them open too long,
Afraid that I may miss any moment
With you
Whilst I blink.
Tonight,
My eyes burn
In...
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temptation.
The snake
He comes
An tries to convince me
To eat the forbidden fruit
Slowly
Slowly
Kills me
Tangles me
In his vice grip
Slowly
Slowly
Depletes from me
My only means of life
Takes from me
My ability
My right
To breathe freely.
My vision fades,
My character,
He’s everywhere I look
And everywhere I don’t.
It’s taking all the strength I...
temptation.
The snake
He comes
And tries to convince me
To eat the forbidden fruit
Slowly
Slowly
Kills me
Tangles me
In his vice grip
Slowly
Slowly
Depletes from me
My only means of life
Takes from me
My ability
My right
To breathe freely.
My vision fades,
My character,
He’s everywhere I look
And everywhere I don’t.
It’s taking all the strength I...
Tell me
What can I do If not to impress you, I ask, what can I do To forget you?
It appears running Was no solution, Yet confronting Is out of the question, And substitution Was no option With the last of my emotion Succumbed by our dissolution.
Nor would time heal Your tension Or the pain I feel By your ascension, So, please, tell me What I can do To free you.
- A Jacob Harrington Original
Elation besets the damnation →
Sipping down the last of his glass Surely he’s forfeit the, very, last of his will, Like the introvert dwells on his past, The pressure built and built until Alas, he could no longer hold it in.
All morality, every last bit of sanity, All now flown, out the window, He, exposed to the bitter vanity Of our reality, pops open The next can.
He knows that it is a foolish thing to do, But ceases to...
Junkie
thissilentstorm:
‘Cause like an addict
searching for his high
I’m chasing after you
the only drug I crave
I’d live out on the street
give up food and drink
for just one more hit
of the ecstasy I got
when Cupid’s arrow pierced
like a needle in my vein
injected your love in
mainline to my heart
and I could never quit
or come down off of you
No. I don’t have a problem…
Unless you...
dsoskipoetry:
Time drips slowly Through a catheter Into our blood.
Each drop Just enough For life.
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hand in hand.
It’s not easy
to stand here
on the edge of innocence,
and look down at society’s downfalls
with trusting eyes.
My shoes are soleless,
and my journey hopeless,
I’ve come this far,
there’s no turning back now.
Hand in hand,
I leave my trust with you,
as we go together
into the darkness.
écritoire: I cried on the way home from the... →
moderateclimates:
I cried on the way home from the theatre tonight. Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah was playing loud, his voice ringing in my ear and his truth echoing in my heart, and I saw a man I recognised out the window. He stood outside Starbucks, leaning against the glass there. He was old, perhaps sixty,…
“spinning.”
You spin me like Rumpelstiltzken
...
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“spinning.”
You spin me like...
Hey guys,
Sorry I haven’t posted much lately. I’ve been moving in and adjusting to Cal Poly again.
A follow up spoken word post will be coming soon (to my recent poem “spinning.”)
Keep your eyes peeled. Be excited!
spinning.
You spin me like Rumpelstiltzken
Spins thread into gold,
Spinning me into you,
He can spin one into two.
You spin me
Like im next in line to hit the piñata,
Blindfolded and dizzy,
Like a broken compass
With no sense of direction.
You spin me in circles,
Around,
And around,
Infinitely wound,
This never ending circle
With a circumference of pi.
Three One Four,
...
Never Ending
How many licks?
Does it take to get to the center of a lollipop.
How many lies?
Before you get up and walk away.
How much potential?
Before I finally make you proud.
And how many apologies?
Before I finally say okay.
I could go on and on.
- An Elijah Kenan Original
You Had The World
You had the world, But you were too busy shattering mine, Laughing as it burned; Now I feel bad that time Finally caught up with you.
You had the world, But you were too busy looking, For something modern, Something exciting, And the world caught on.
- A Jacob Harrington Original
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my baby brother.
He said to me nothing,
Just looked,
With those baby blue eyes;
That pleading look,
Searching for answers
To questions left unasked,
Questions.
He says nothing,
Just looks.
So fragile,
Yet so determined
So willing to go out and
Configure the world layed out in front of him.
He said nothing,
Just looked,
Until another question caught his eye.
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bodies.
I am the moon, and you are the sun.
I cannot shine without you.
Without you I am but a body in space,
With no purpose in life
but to follow my own gravitational pull.
December 2011
82 posts
12:00
counting
down
the
seconds
as if I need an excuse
to kiss you.
Reblogged from:
thissilentstorm
the poet.
Crisp snaps
from a cool, candlelit barista
as the poet retreats from the stage,
and all eyes scatter like fireflies
above the fire.
elijahkenan
something forgotten.
i whispered something, i forget what.
a curse, a prayer. maybe i love you.
something ordinarliy infinite like that.
something light enough to be taken away
by the wind as soon it left my lips.
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the dust dances too
“I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via lionskeleton)
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Anonymous asked: poetic, insightful, mature, romantic, decisive, free-spirited, an intellect, spiritually in tune, handsome. that is to name a few, i could certainly continue.
anonymously message me exactly what type of person...
jayarrarr:
FUCK IT.
The Absolute Funniest Posts!: What JKR thought... →
the-absolute-funniest-posts:
Oh, James and Lily are a flawless couple? Hm…I’ll kill them. Oh, Harry is happy with Sirius as a father figure? Let’s kill him. Oh, Dumbledore has been Harry’s mentor since he was 11? Haha, lol, let’s kill him. Oh, Remus is happy for the first time since James and Lily died? Kill him. Oh,…
That’s not funny…
Today is My Birthday
dynamicperspectives:
Lying awake I contemplate
That which I have built up to.
My life
Balances
On the decisions that define me.
Another year
Another day
One more chance to say
Thank you.
To you
and you
and you.
- An Elijah Kenan Original
Wish my best friend a happy birthday! Elijahkenan.tumblr.com
vivere amentia: Flash →
We posed in front of the mirror, her hand on her hip while I held the camera out and flash, we were captured in a moment of teenage insanity. Her cinnamon breath trickled into my thoughts and I turned towards her, snapping another photo of her new piercing, perched like a tiny silver bubble on the right side of her nose. She murmured her protest, self consciously moving her hands in front of her...
“It’s impossible to fall off mountains you fool.”
– The Dharma Bums, by Jack Kerouac. A long time favorite of mine. (via placeslesscold)
“You ought to spend a little more time trying to make something of yourself and a...”
– The Breakfast Club (via your-ex-lover-is-dead)
Night after night
dynamicperspectives:
Night after night
The poet lies
Awake
Stressed.
Aching with this pain,
Depressed in his
Waiting
For redemption,
To escape this sense of dereliction,
The world has cast.
.
Night after night,
The world lies
Quiet.
Resting.
Right with his faith,
With his blessings,
Asking nothing,
For he has everything
The world could offer.
- A Jacob Harrington Original
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the painter. →
The sky has painted itself
Wonderfully
Tonight.
Scattering little drops of Hope
Across the dark sky,
Little seeds
From which wishes will flourish.
Placing little sprinkles of Faith,
For the traveler
Who has lost his way,
So that he may find his way back
To the beaten path.
And be patient
Give him time,
For the painter
Paints upon the same canvas,
With colors...
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the painter.
The sky has painted itself
Wonderfully
Tonight.
Scattering little drops of Hope
Across the dark sky,
Little seeds
From which wishes will flourish.
Placing little sprinkles of Faith,
For the traveler
Who has lost his way,
So that he may find his way back
To the beaten path.
And be patient
Give him time,
For the painter
Paints upon the same canvas,
With colors...
I'll be waiting →
I’ll be waiting
You’re ever so comely,
So poise, yet I admit, You’d be lovelier
If you weren’t always vanishing
Off into the distance, disappearing,
If you ever learned to persevere
Instead of trying to escape
The uncertain fates you so clearly fear.
You flourish so well,
In everything life shells
Out, yet I admit, you’d bloom healthier,
If you saved some room for a...
Hey,
Merry Christmas guys.