January 2012
26 posts
9 tags
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.
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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)
marisajill asked: i really do love your poetry!
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.
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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
13 tags
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...
14 tags
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.
dsoskipoetry:
I’d tell you how much I love you But it would tear the world apart People would fight over the words For the chance to describe Infinity
Anonymous asked: you poetry is beautiful and inspiring. you made my day. merry christmas :)
every night.
Every night,
She calls me.
And every night,
I answer.
And in those silent seconds of sleep,
I whisper,
I love you.
Three words,
Carrying the burden of many.
Every night,
I whisper,
I love you.
Hoping one day she might whisper back,
I love you too.
looking in the mirror.
My searching gaze is met with an eye;
This man is set before me.
He has a mouth meant to lie,
And eyes soft, yet deploring.
He wears his mask all too well,
For I look but cannot see,
That though I find it hard to tell,
I know this man, is me
10 tags
every night.
Every night,
She calls me.
And every night,
I answer.
And in those silent seconds of sleep,
I whisper,
I love you.
Three words,
Carrying the burden of many.
Every night,
I whisper,
I love you.
Hoping one day she might whisper back,
I love you too.
6 tags
looking in the mirror.
My searching gaze is met with an eye; This man is set before me. He has a mouth meant to lie, And eyes soft, yet deploring. He wears his mask all too well, For I look but cannot see, That though I find it hard to tell, I know this man, is me
My mind is empty.
My mind is empty.
My mind is empty.
And my pen and paper are upset.
"Pick Up Line" Anon Challenge - Winners →
W1-ladykiller:
I would have spoken to you sooner, but on my way over here I kept finding things not as beautiful as you. I passed a vase of fresh-cut roses, stunning and vibrant, but I realized their star was fleeting; I came to you knowing your beauty will outlast theirs. Through the window I saw the sun setting, colours so warming, but I realized that the sun will set tomorrow; your beauty is...
The Gentlemen's Perspective: Religion →
Religion. A foundation for frustrating conversation. A cornerstone marking ones moral obligations. A highway for eternal salvation.
Here are my thoughts:
Personally, I believe in God. I am Catholic. But I do NOT think Catholicism is the “right” religion. In fact, I don’t think yours is either, just as much as the next person’s, and so on. I don’t think...
Leader
thissilentstorm:
It’s exhausting tiring, wearisome, lonesome, nerve-wracking, knowing that others rely on you they trust in your ability to make the decisions always appearing confident and assertive all the while you’re secretly second guessing battling the feelings of inadequacy and incompetence and...
8 tags
your heart.
Hide your hearts
In safe places,
Places where they know not of.
Shield them from burning eyes,
And curious fingers,
Or beware of your inevitable downfall.
Your heart is to be treasured,
Protected,
Saved.
Not thrown around
Like a beach ball at a Nickleback concert.
Not to be given out,
Nor tested.
You heart is to be treasured,
Protected,
Saved.
It deserves that much...
10 tags
persistence.
I see you from my heights,
Bellowing alone into the starless night,
So that one day you might shine bright in the darkness.
Perched upon a cradled peak,
Peeking cautiously at the strong and the weak,
Playing hide and seek with the world in which you reside in.
You stay persistent, though, at the tip of the climb,
Painted invisible against the canvas behind,
Waiting for the time...
7 tags
nicolas.
Nice, too nice nice for my own sake, I find it
Impossible to overcome this oxymoron: a
Coveted weakness, almost, benevolence is.
Only here, in my thoughts, in my words,
Licensed by my own merit, can I
Avoid being trampled whilst society
Scurries down deeper and deeper into their own meaningless lives.
This is me.
Nicolas.
Kept Apart (A Memory of Longing) →
I have known her As the ocean knows the shore As the grass knows the wind As the land knows the rain I have known her, and miss her Here in the desert I miss her Here in the desert I thirst for her I am the land, the grass… She is the ever welcome rain…. Here in the desert Sigh… where rain is a fleeting memory A brief stopover, On the way to somewhere else Yes, I know her Yes, I remember her.
I...
I lost a follower.
That was a lot more harsh than I thought it would be.
Eh. I’m over it.
The Gentlemen's Perspective: 11 →
I want you to stay,
Oh, how bad I want for you to stay,
But I know you’ll make it,
And when you do, you’ll forget
All about me, and never look back.
I want you and I to be,
Alas, I’d hold you back completely,
From all that you can achieve,
Next your faith would leave,
And with no accountability, we’d crumble
I’ve always felt for you,
Mainly physically though,
So, in my faith, I...
dreamsinthedusk:
She
She still runs inside his head filled with lies He thought of getting rid of her And yet she’s still alive inside He wrote down everything Every thought he has And yet nothing works out fine Can’t get rid of her, of her lustful eyes What have you done to my pure little mind You poisoned my heart longing for love And now I pay the price of loneliness inside
13 tags
i awoke.
Today, I awoke.
I awoke to the injustices of living,
That go hand in hand
With life’s sweetest moments.
The wrongs that don’t make up for the rights,
But try to.
I awoke to the scent of disappointment,
And it reeks.
I found guilt written all over my face,
And doubt scribbled up and down my arms.
And that taste lingers,
Is that anger? Jealousy?
I never can tell the...
“Why are you sad?”
“Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with...”
– Anna Karina, Pierrot Le Fou (via malditoskunks)
I’m working on a lot of different poems right now,
They need just a bit of tweaking.
Be patient.
Defenestrations: First Person →
jayarrarr:
Yesterday, she was a 23-year-old man. Earlier this afternoon, she was a 12-year-old girl. Tomorrow, she thinks, she’ll be a middle-aged soccer mom. Or an elephant — they never forget, you know (so it’s said). Or maybe a penguin — there’s an existential quandary about them worth…
I thought I heard you,
Until I turned around to look.
Turns out it was never you at all.
neuroticism.
The neuroticism in your voice,
I can feel it.
It cuts me,
Like this blade has cut you.
It pains me,
Like life has pained you.
It twists me,
Vigorously,
It has twist me into two.
Part of me wants to help,
But part of me knows there is nothing I can do.
keithmaynn:
Here is my new mix! Please spread...
11 tags
fallen.
Sitting a king among the clouds,
Drifting through the skies; breathing,
Blowing away each and all of my doubts,
And with each breath, my worries: leaving.
Confidence is an understatement,
For it’s bursting at the seam.
But, my face has hit the pavement.
I’ve fallen from my throne; this all is but a dream.
THE AUDACITY!
I want to punch him.
Square in the jaw.
Make him regret the day he thought he could threaten me out of this house.
Ask me questions
itsmeerinelizabeth:
anon or not. anything that you want to know.
akisayuri-autumnlily asked: Nicolas Kelly is actually on tumblr?!
Thoughts about poetry.
elijahkenan:
I cant create flow.
I cant find the pieces, cant connect the dots.
All of my thoughts, vanish,
To Nothing.
Yet give me a paragraph,
And I can do wonders.
Give me a page
To unleash my rage.
But a sentance?
A rhyme?
No no.
Thats where I cross the line.
A Quiet Joy: Ways We're Alive →
savageleewriting:
I’m not supposed to be alive. True story.
If I was a natural animal, with a natural animal birth, I’d have been stillborn. My physical setup would not have allowed me to leave the womb breathing. I’d have looked up into the sky, seeing nothing, and I’d have turned blue,…