The Ramblings of the Half-Blind Heart

wryer: lonely heart (par gentle wolves)

Mon, 20 May 2013 02:26:51 -0400

lonely heart (par gentle wolves)

walterblakeknoblock: Our relationship was tragic and based on fear. I was scared she didn’t love me...

Mon, 13 May 2013 02:15:51 -0400

Our relationship was tragic and based on fear. I was scared she didn’t love me and she was scared I’d leave. We were like ropes on the dock, frayed and tangled, sure that we were bound together, but unaware of how or why.

cairovercoat: have you ever been reading a book and then it PUNCHES YOU VIOLENTLY IN THE GUT

Thu, 09 May 2013 23:26:52 -0400

cairovercoat:

have you ever been reading a book and then it PUNCHES YOU VIOLENTLY IN THE GUT

Fingers Never Fing

Thu, 09 May 2013 23:02:23 -0400

dr-gibberyshrooms-md:

under my fingernails,
specks of truth,
reflect lights hood winked spectacle,
as though my hands,
are more than flesh,
are more than muscle,
are more than bones,
creations created to create,
finding solace in simplest movements,
like the arch of your spine.

get-a-roof: That awkward moment when a sentence doesn’t end the way you think it cranberries.

Wed, 08 May 2013 12:18:48 -0400

get-a-roof:

That awkward moment when a sentence doesn’t end the way you think it cranberries.

In The Garden of Eden

Thu, 02 May 2013 14:33:08 -0400

eating-poetry:

No one tells much about it,
but there were vultures in the Garden of Eden,
Turkey vultures, to be exact.
Dark eagles, they would soar like gods
voiceless, their wings held out in blessing,
their unfeathered heads the red jewels
of the sky of the garden.

They were vegetarian then.
There were no roadside kills,
no bones to pick, no dead flesh to bloom, ripen.

And they were happy.
They could not imagine
what they would become.

By Sheryl St. Germain

truthlackslyricism: do you ever wonder if maybethe rain is trying to talk to usbut it hasn’t...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 16:28:36 -0400

truthlackslyricism:

do you ever wonder if maybe
the rain is trying to talk to us
but it hasn’t learned our language yet?
maybe the trees are swaying to the music
we make when we cease to be afraid
of living.
maybe it’s trying to dance with us.
maybe the stars are trying to say something
but we just haven’t learned the words
they’re using.
and maybe the moon
hangs from the sky
on a noose
to keep us from feeling lonely.

Photo

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 13:15:26 -0400

Photo

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 01:55:57 -0400

onlyeverything-below: god shoots heroin and every time he pushes down on the syringe,the sky lights...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 15:27:45 -0400

onlyeverything-below:

god shoots heroin and
every time he pushes down on the syringe,
the sky lights
up.
it is just a shame i can’t feel the same euphoria.
i can only feel the rainclouds spilling their cold
guts.
i am writing songs about the rain like children so often do
but nobody will write songs about me.
aren’t i just as cold?
aren’t i just as desperate?

Day 327

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 14:22:18 -0400

straylovers:

if
you
have

a hole in your heart
let me fill it with light

the
kind
the
stars
die
for

and one word at a time,
let me fill it with poetry

because it is the strength
found in bone marrow

if you don’t believe me
the anthropologies are proof

of
how
verses
bleed
out
of
broken
jaws

but a piece-wise empty heart
would be a terrible sadness.

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Thu, 18 Apr 2013 14:03:18 -0400

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imperfectio: sans titre by gloxinias on Flickr.

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 12:11:14 -0400

imperfectio:

sans titre by gloxinias on Flickr.

abramsbooks: Today is national Poem in Your Pocket Day!...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 12:00:48 -0400

abramsbooks:

Today is national Poem in Your Pocket Day! According to the Academy of American Poets, today is a day to select a poem, carry it with you, and share it with others throughout the day. Poem in Your Pocket is a big day at ABRAMS —including a trip to The Today Show with the children’s group to share some poetry and spread the word!

conveys: insecurities

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 11:05:51 -0400

conveys:

insecurities

I’ll drum my fingers against your beating heart, layered beneath skin and bone, lonely in its own...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 01:10:27 -0400

I’ll drum my fingers
against your beating heart,
layered beneath skin and bone,
lonely in its own cavern.

Knock,
knock.

irynka: 4

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 20:55:06 -0400

irynka:

4

"Who told you we were a beacon of liberty from the very beginning? Why would they lie like that?"

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 19:49:35 -0400

“Who told you we were a beacon of liberty from the very beginning? Why would they lie like that?”

- Kurt Vonnegut, Fates Worse Than Death (via vonnegutphile)

Photo

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 19:40:01 -0400

lessons-in-morbidity: I want to hold you like I do my cello— with all ten fingers and just a sigh...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 19:37:07 -0400

lessons-in-morbidity:

I want to hold you
like I do my cello—

with all ten fingers
and just a sigh to strum
the distances between
strings.