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Forget me good
Moving on never looked
So easy, stuck that landing
Without skipping any beats
Simply beating a swift retreat
Now don’t get me wrong again
I want you to be happy…just couldn’t
It hurt a little first cause God knows
I do? Don’t know where to keep
It all and this lingering foolish love
North wind whistles through
Gloomy gaps seething cracks
Of my heart sounding like lost sleep
Dreams trampled dull as dust
Shouldn’t have let down my guard
For so long. Who was I to think
I deserved the promise in your eyes
Professed with a pleasing tongue?
How could I expect to ever be enough
Yet not see all the ways I am too much?
All I wanted was an always
No matter what I think you know
You’ll always have my love
I never until now wished it wasn’t so
Perhaps that’s the first step to
Letting go
Prompted by @abiblicalsasquatch:adivorce
Madness (Party of One)
I sat with myself
Then got up and left
In the middle of a row
Wouldn’t you know it? Me, myself, and I
Don’t see eye to eye…to eye…anymore
Not in eons of time since
The voices inside started picking
Fights claiming to know best
Be my guest, petty pretty ones
Go undercover. No more lackluster
Lovers leaving afterthought calling
Cards by disconnected phones
Cords cut on the bias
Another flight risk; wrists bound
Can’t wriggle out, no wiggle room
If only I could see me now
Got myself in deep somehow
Inspired by a prompt provided by @definegodliness
Settle down and set your mind
On those who don’t mind the asinine
Antics, play to the ones who want
Whatever rubbish you fling around
Like Oscar the Grouch on speed
Don’t need my reaction or to pick
My brain about anything relating
To you…or anything else for that matter.
Perplexing how she doesn’t make
The connection, too blinded by her own
Obsession to see the disturbing
Absurdity; surprised the hotheaded
Jealousy queen isn’t demanding
No alluding to me in her company
Let alone not to beg for scraps
Of my attention so blatantly.
No it is taken out on me.
Mr. Look-Ma-No-Hands-Geometry
Once again getting off scot-
Free to try wrangling up a triangle
Obtuse scalene obscene.
– All you’ll get from me is this poem you will never read
I see the original post going around every so often and it saddens me a little that it’s never accompanied by this thread explaining why it’s completely understandable how a child would arrive at these spellings in accordance with english phonetics
Beautiful Arabic words and their significances
- Amal (أمل) Meaning: hope
- Al-fana (الفناء) Meaning: demise
- Al-sarab (السَّرَاب) Meaning: mirage
- Daweyt (داويت) Meaning: healed
- Firdaus (فردوس) Meaning: paradise
- Shawq (شوق) Meaning: longing
- Moutala’li’a (متلألئة) Meaning: sparkling
- Nour (نور) Meaning: light
- Oum (أم) Meaning: Mother or origin
- Eftinan (افتنان) Meaning: adoration
- Hethian (هذيان) Meaning: delirium
- Fosayfisa’ (فسيفساء) Meaning: mosaic
- Al-na’eem (النعيم) Meaning: bliss
- Yaqeen (يقين) Meaning: certainty
- Ejlal (إجلال) Meaning: honor
- Qamar (قمر) Meaning: Moon
- Yatajathaboon (يتجاذبون) Meaning: they are attracted
- Shams (شمس) Meaning: Sun
Irradiate me
Fuchsia you
A touch too much
Got down pat the part of Heathcliff
Still I will not be your Catherine
Lying in wait of your kiss to awaken
Ardor is best not underestimated
How would you like to be scared stiff?
Eggs must crack to bake a cake
Alas the blue gas flame loses oxygen
My time is better misspent
Vocal Point
Body talk
I listen raptly, rapacious for
Every shift, every rustle
Blood rushing to
All the peak places
The sighs, the moans
Deciphering meanings
Translating tongues
Slipping and sliding
Teach me the intricacies of
Your language; make me fluent
Whispering softly at first
Then volume rising
With intensity of feeling
Heed the hedonistic glee
Following each other’s lead
We will both get there
Gasping for air then preparing
To again hit those high notes
In harmony
Interlinked
Traversing my walls
Taking tender steps yet
Sure-footed steady as you go
Putting me perfectly at ease
Laid-back onlooking between relaxed blinks
Of crinkled eyes, thinking with a satisfied
Sigh that this feels oh so right
As stoniness buckles under
The gentle sway of thoughtful touch
Bringing joyfully energizing
Vim and vigor to my days
Turning up the heat at night
Until we burst into flames
Fireworks colorfully lighting up the sky
Fourth of July has nothing
On our pyrotechnics display
Then we fumble drowsily sweet
Into dreamy gratified sleep
Reaching out for each other
Circuit complete
Redress
Dug out that dress–you know the one
I wore when we met, all eyeleted sunflowers
Swore I looked approachably sweet
Yet had your heart racing uncontrollably
Je ne sais quoi to buck the quotidian
An enchanting chance encounter
If only you unearthed the woman beneath
Took a dip beyond the shallow end
Peered past the Sunday-in-bed appeal
So I slip it on for me now, a better fit
More oomph than you’d know what to do with
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what are some words that sound like they mean something other than their actual meaning? i’m obsessed with “pulchritude” which means “beauty” but sounds like it’s a measurement of how quickly an animal dies when you poke a hole through it
“lugubrious” describes something that looks sad but sounds like it describes a thick, slow-moving liquid
“bucolic” which sounds like some kind of hacking plague cough but which actually means, like, soft, lovely, pastoral. like when something is called bucolic my instinct is to recoil and then i’m like oh wait that’s like country life or something innocuous. i’m not about to catch something and die horribly.
well I mean you probably will, but at least it will be in bucolic surroundings.
“Natty” sounds like it should mean run-down and shabby, but in fact means neat and tidy.
“hospitable” sounds, ironically enough, inhospitable.
I always thought hirsute means something like, vaguely intellectual. Like the kinda adjective you can apply to an opinion.
No, it’s hairy. It always was hairy why do I never learn
I’m still convinced it’s spelled hirstute
“doughty” sounds like it means fussy or maybe frumpy (like “dowdy”) but it actually means “brave and persistent”
“dreadnought” is what, “afraid of nothing”? but usually we put “dread” in fantasy names to make them sound scary, like “the dreaded nothing”.
Pusillanimous.
It means cowardly.
It sounds like it should refer to something somewhere on your body that absolutely should not be there and requires medical attention.
Vermillion should be a shade of green, not red (maybe it sounds too much like viridian, which does mean green).
And when I learned that puce means a shade of grayish red/purple, that also felt wrong. Puce should also be green.
“Crepuscular” means of or resembling twilight, but always looks to me like it means something to do with a blood infection or other debilitating bodily condition. (Probably my brain is making a false connection to “corpuscles”.)
“crepuscular” makes me think of geometry, for some reason.
“effervescent” means bubbly, but it makes me think of a cross between sparkly and iridescent.
ive realised there isnt a huge market for shakespeare shit posts
There isn’t a huge market but I’d still eat Claudio’s heart there.
Reblog if you’re the target market for Shakespeare shitposts.
What are projects for, if not to make them too difficult for yourself? That’s what a great philosopher never said, because he was too busy fucking around with a bunch of weird nerd shit in his shack and never got anything done. If you’re anything like me – and be careful, law enforcement is looking for any warning signs that you are – then you keep racking up new projects, because they seem hard.
This phenomenon goes above and beyond the “pound puppy” syndrome, where you see a dilapidated car or a slightly oceanworn Garfield telephone and want to lovingly nurse it back to a functional state because you feel bad for it. No, you could do a whole lot of those your entire life, and get really good at them to boot. That would probably be a satisfying existence. It is not for me, though.
What I love, like I just said, is the difficult stuff. Broken shit that someone else gave up on? Well, it just so happens that someone really badass just showed up and decided to take it on. It’ll be done in a jiffy, I tell myself, and then descend into hair-pulling madness for between eighteen and forever months of my life. Sometimes this works, of course, and then I emerge from my filthy shed with a working project. Working, that is, as long as you don’t look at it too long or lean on it hard or give it to a small child. And don’t touch that part if you like your fingers.
A psychologist would probably call this evidence of a gambling addiction. However, most of the shrinks around here have given up on me after I electrocuted my last court-ordered. Maybe one in a different town is looking to take on a really difficult project?
OP & craftblr really just went all in and said “the JFK Moon speech, but make it crafts.” I respect that.
simplicity is overrated. overwhelm me with details, fill the space up with noise, create a universe in a bottle, and let’s set sail. let me burst at the seams with colour and life. it doesn’t matter if it’s sad or bright or fiery or cold, add in a little something, an extra sprinkle of gold. less may be more, but right now, i think we need more.
out of everything, you’re my favourite.
“I don’t think existence wants you to be serious. I have not seen a serious tree. I have not seen a serious bird. I have not seen a serious sunrise. I have not seen a serious starry night. It seems they are all laughing in their own ways, dancing in their own ways. We may not understand it, but there is a subtle feeling that the whole existence is a celebration.”— Osho (via feelingisthesecret)