#free verse

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

quaintobsessions:

What I go in search of resembles
troubled steps across steep rocks,

and what I listen for in music
is just as rough on the throat,

caught and drawn in. Nothing
is hard enough to fit this memory.

I’ve been listening for you,
I’ve been listening for your heartbeat,

and it flew past me on the wind,
but all I can hear is the sea.

mysharona1987:

sclr:

simply-eno:

I’ll torture myself with words unspoken,

Spared the rod for the child too broken,

My mother a liar and my father a coward,

I am a vile, bitter villain; rage empowered.

Concede with dissonance from what’s left,

You are only a victim of my failed time-theft.

written-w0rd:

Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

madmaudlingoes:

violetsandshrikes:

washington zoo has had it’s first armadillo (southern three-banded) birth in 116 years and the baby is so so so so so precious i could cry

congratulations to new armadillo parents Vespa and Scooter!!! (x)(x)

They named the baby Segway.

dried-roses-old-letters:

“There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.”

thegirlthatcriesacademia:

Falling out of love.

Emily Dickinson // illustration by @/peopleiveloved on ig // Miranda July,No One Belongs Here More Than You//Taylor Swift,Gold Rush//Ben Davis, Sr. // artwork by @/lettersformagnolia on ig // radio silenceby@ninasdrafts // illustration by @/today.i.am.sad on ig

~Memory Lane~

(Edited)

I took a walk on cobblestone

A Road well worn by time,

And came upon an Ivy Gate

Adorned with ancient rhyme—

.

The Lock, red-dusted,

Lost and rusted,

Hid a world behind:

.

Rows of houses, books, and graves

That none— but I— can find.

.

My hand came light upon the latch—

The Road gave me its key;

I danced with shadows ‘round these Ghosts

That seemed to come from me.

.

This Dream, long wasted,

Waxed and waited

Til I could not see

.

The difference between “could” and “would”:

What can— and cannot— be.

.

~Reigh Lynne

~Falling Wishes~

Dreams—though vain—

Are drops of rain

Added to a sea

Of peaceful pain

And hopeful gain—

Hidden within me.

.

~Reigh Lynne