In So Many Words
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True dat! (Taken with instagram)
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“I love things that are old and beautiful and tell a story, even if it’s a sad one.”— (via daisydandelions)
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Insanity in the form of
hammers pounding strings,
telling stories that can only be
understood because they’re wordless,
emotion in its primal form.
Listen hard and you will understand
their timeless tales of heartaches
and passions, lifetimes of beauty
dancing delicately among the stars.
If you hear the notes like you’d read
your favorite book, over and over,
absorbing every bit, you’ll feel like
you’ve never felt before;
you’ll know what it’s like to be
inside the head of
a genius on the brink
of breaking.
I try to count the days on my fingers, the days remaining of my time on this planet. We’re all going to die one day, you know. No one lives forever, not even us, young and vibrant and strong. But one day we will stop breathing, our hearts will give out, our brains will shut down, and we cannot change that. We cannot live forever, at least not in the form of flesh and bone. Our bodies will feed the Earth, but our spirits will be far away from the physical limitations of the elements, of oxygen and gravity and human forms. We will be free. We are already hungry to be out of the cramped space we’ve been inhabiting. We need to breathe life. But for now, we must be life. So let’s live and love, and know that this isn’t all we have; it’s merely a tiny chapter in our endless travels.
The ideals in my head
weren’t meant to leave,
fantasies trapped behind
steel bars, locked cage
too small to contain them,
so it drains them of
the energy they need
to thrive alone,
all on their own,
naked without my brain
to color and clothe them,
leaving them hollow,
empty shells with no hope
of independent life
outside my racing mind.
Can I disappear with you
behind the veil of night?
We can blanket ourselves
in the constellations,
the moon our pillow,
as we curl up together
floating high above what we know,
resting forever underneath
a mask of darkness.If the day should come,
we’ll shun him, make him
pack his bags and leave us.
It’s easier to sleep in the dark
than it is to face the burning sun;
the brightness of the day
is sure to blind those of us
who aren’t used to letting him
dance inside our pupils.
When you enter my head, my brain sets off her defenses; landmines and hand grenades, machine guns and machetes are all part of the arsenal she has stored. Though she hasn’t had as much as a teardrop of success against you. Your evasive maneuvers keep you safe as you hop from lobe to lobe, searching for the “commitment” file lost in the clutter scattered at your feet.
She had no trouble keeping the others out. Even before, when you weren’t aware of my weaponry, she chased you off, leaving you with scraped knees and bitter memories. But you have grown. You are stronger, more keenly aware of my guard. And she’s trying to keep you from finding what you’re looking for.
But incidentally, I’m looking for it too. Maybe if I can remember how to turn off the triggers and traps, if I can disable them for good, we’ll finally get a fighting chance at finding it.
I.
Again and again
I died of my wounds,
but I never got
to move on.
II.
I have an ache in my belly,
stabbed once, twice, thrice,
I’m not sure, but no matter,
it’s still too many.
III.
I begged and begged
for the end to come,
for a cease of blood flow
and resurrections,
but automatons
show no mercy.
If I ever said you saved me, it would be a lie; no one person has the power because I will never give that up.
It’s a dangerous gift to give, almost always the finger pulling the trigger, loaded barrel, no safety, aimed to injure, because death would be too merciful, and we can’t have that.
No, I will keep pulling myself out of holes, climbing, falling, but always trying, and I just don’t trust anyone else with that burden anymore.
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i usually don’t post shit like this but i’m freakin pissing my pants over here
(via oceansidedreamer)
The simple moments that we share
wrap themselves around me,
encasing me,
embracing me,
and taking me
places I’ve only ever dreamed
of going.
