"Uncage me. Hidden underneath my flesh are dreams disguised as bones."
— Navin E. (via wordswritteninsilence)
onesledrider511:

labor day sunset through my sunglasses… 2014 lake champlain

onesledrider511:

labor day sunset through my sunglasses… 2014 lake champlain

poetspeakswords:

I clipped my nails to the cuticles
to avoid the cultivating of dirt,
breeding the evidence,
plague under my nails

No one needs to know,
but the truth is no
mystery

That is to say
that the silk handkerchief was
not to wipe the tears away
at the funeral, but
to dissimulate emotion

Don’t force…

"If I freak you out, you deserve it."
— redhead with a big vocabulary
gibsongrand:

View from the Vermont cabin.

gibsongrand:

View from the Vermont cabin.

gibsongrand:

“Let’s make love,” he says, knowing how much it irritates her.
She grimaces.
“Can’t we just fuck instead?”

Their sex is never beautiful. There is no sweet caress, no tenderness or purr. She does not seduce him, rather she screams at him with her cunt. She will stare him down with glorious…

Create. Create until your lungs are sore from breathing life into too many things.
leycort asked: hi goddess ♥ :)

hey, honey <3 xo

braveheartswhisper asked: One of the coolest people on here ;)

aw, pretty baby girl, you’re the bestest person on here, so kind and playful… i love you, we all do. xoxo

autumnal springs

I am autumn…
my nature breaks amber,
pours out my essence in honey

in my banyan tree,
orchids hallucinate spring,
celebrating cooling breeze
even as wintery latitudes
thaw in prelude to your summer

- mermaidsbite / Christiane Lopez

I trust you

wordswritteninsilence:

Not knowing the reason for your words
Made it harder to comprehend

Yet, I trust you was the most beautiful of words
Those you have said to me. I hold these closest

Despite the distance separating us
Or the infrequency of our conversations

I trust you, is what I hold most dear
It cannot erase the past I have lived
Or moments when I break

There is hope in your words
I cannot find even in the crevices of my soul

beautiful

moonbride:

I turned to ash in the center of our alabaster living room
while your back was turned
and stucco hands cut through the dark

It’s not that you didn’t see it, it’s that you couldn’t.
I was a child,
You were in love.
And you weren’t always the nicest person but you still took care of me

showers bring flowers

so erotic the gift of water
to cleanse sins of day
to rinse sweat of memory
to manifest the moment
ebullient in solution
my flesh soft, ready
orchid blooming in humidity

- mermaidsbite / Christiane Lopez

tagged → #poetry
mermaidsbite:

take personally efforts orchids make to bloom in heat for your gaze

mermaidsbite:

take personally
efforts orchids make to bloom
in heat for your gaze