she would
fix up her eyelashes
pile on the makeup
then flutter them
in my face
“Hi Johnny, what you thinkin’?”
“I’m thinkin wuts up
with the lashes?”
she smiled and batted
them again
“I didn’t think you noticed”
she said.
“but u did, that’s wuts up”
Author: masterpei
in the last part of Summer,
before the angels flew
before the light
began to fade
on the hopes of me and you
in the last part of Summer
when a chill was in the air
we did not know
this pain we felt
was the beginning of despair
in the last part of Summer
as the leaves began to fall
I put my ear
upon the ground
and listened for your call
it is what I do not possess
that fills me
with such hopelessness
before the night
became a refuge
in the last part of Summer
Empathy is about finding echoes of another person in yourself.
MOHSIN HAMID
she swims.
she swims,
with purpose
and with grace.
she
has made the water,
holy in this place.
her body in the water,
becomes a thing caressed
by that which she makes holy,
by that which she has blessed.
she swims,
the water moves aside.
allowing her to pass,
in her majestic glide.
a baptism
of the highest order,
for She
has sanctified
the water.
She.
Phoebe Bridgers + Noah & Abby Gundersen – Killer + The Sound (Official Video)
from the heart – felt and performed – the human condition we all suffer at times
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how long ago?
can it be measured in time?
no,
it could have been
yesterday,
a second ago.
it could be happening now,
I don’t really know.
I carry it with me,
tis not a burden to bear.
the taste of her lips,
the scent of her hair,
her breath as she exhaled
that would hang in the air.
If only she
could lie with me,
take me there
one last time.
I want to capture
each one of those
crystalline jewels
on the tip of my tongue.
a taste of her
forever young.
yet, there was
nothing to say,
my feet were stuck in time.
as she began
to fade away,
my alarm began to chime.
always a dream,
always a dream.
I almost see
her
reach for me
I know not wrong,
I know not right.
She is my song
She is
the light.
How do you write so well AND take amazing photos? Seriously.
with my heart 🙂
in the silence
I can hear
the ticking of the clock,
echoing all the time
it takes away.
a silence built
on many years spent
trying hard to block,
the thought that you
were in my yesterday.
what is quiet?
i do not want to know.
it is the silence of light
that has nowhere
to go.
quiet is not my friend.
quiet is the place
where I think
the world will end.
quiet is an ocean,
that slowly starts to freeze.
quiet is the moment,
you spend upon your knees.
considering things
you never knew,
things you may
not want to know
except
the quiet tells
you
so.
what is quiet?
i do not want to know.
it is the silence of light
that has nowhere
to go.
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