#blank verse

bits-of-wit:

decaymp3:

decaymp3:

im so srs humans were made for art and friend and food and beddy bye. i mean this

and help each other. humans were made for help each other

random-xpressions:

What if there existed no other language on earth except something deeply symbolic: a handshake, a hug, a kiss. The sheer capacity of the human body to express by itself, be it through the eyes or by the hands is simply amazing. A touch could be more healing than any other medicine discovered till date. And don’t ask me what wonders those lips could do if they were to just widen a bit with a hearty smile, enough to bring all the heavenly bliss. Get your body involved, tongue is not the crown of expression, it’s merely a medium resorted in the last phase. Otherwise, your entire being is more than enough to express beautifully by itself - this body, in which you reside, is the perfect symbolic epitome of what your soul is truly made of…

Random Xpressions

liberalsarecool:

Leave reproductive decisions up to individuals.

jezifster:

Weed should be free in fact you should get paid for smoking it

theleakypen:

punkrorschach:

thesaltofcarthage:

depsidase:

my name is elephant
I don’t fit the rhyme scheme
I drink the soup
It’s not like you’re going to stop me

my name is ‘Phant

i do not fit

the poem scheme

i will omit

but i don’t care

and nor should you

unstoppably,

i drink the soup

I’m ollyfant

with legs like trees

and any time

I dam well plees

Thro window smalle

as jeweler’s loupe

I reach insyde

I drink the soupe

losinghopeart:

confessions

jussamon:

ancientdaydreams:

Imagine being so ashamed of your history you outlaw it from being taught

Their a Bunch of Cowards.

fravery:

MARK KOSTABI / FACTORY BLUES

dhritkavya-rasayana:

thump your sound shifts space
you’re not there in waves

discussing

atmospheric perspective
averted gaze is naturalised

cover of daydream

deep eyes as alluring as distant
skies i forsake omniscience

the dangers of

expectation and habit

to ideas

to the process of creation
you have nothing to do with me

nape as apple tree
allow yourself no feeling

~Sinking~

They say a soul weighs merely grams at death;

However, this cannot be true for me,

For every time a person loses life

While breathing, souls do seem to sink in waves:

.

The composition of this silent sea

Is suffocating foam and reaching ropes

Of seaweed tearing at my lungs and feet.

A tide of pain and memory so dark

Do follow not too far behind my eyes

And pull me down from deep within my past.

.

They say a soul weighs merely grams at death;

However, this cannot be true for me,

For drowning of my mind and being comes

From waves of loss that sink within the soul.

.

~Reigh Lynne