nemophilies:

outside, a silver willow in the wind.

mother by the window, braiding
a dandelion wreath for death,
yellow moss by her feet.

it is raining, death comes
from the forest’s womb.

outside, a silver willow in the wind,
her body, the silver willow.


it is raining, death is wearing
a dandelion wreath.

poetry-and-insomnia:

—for Isla Anderson

The night blew under the hills one day
and all the stars buried themselves in their graves

every candle stays un-lit in your new house
and you are bound to the dark

when you thought the moon came out
from behind the soot-like clouds

it wasn’t really there and the…

don’t want your diamond ring
just your coffee ring on my
nightstand in the morning

bcourchaine:

Can’t write
Standing on your tongue.

depressedtiredeyes:

vintagegal:

John William Waterhouse - A Mermaid, 1901 (via)

mermaidsbite

Thank you, hon, my favorite Waterhouse, of course!

depressedtiredeyes:

vintagegal:

John William Waterhouse - A Mermaid, 1901 (via)

mermaidsbite

Thank you, hon, my favorite Waterhouse, of course!

thescienceofexcellence:

Pronunciation: /ˈpōləˌrīz    / VERB



Pronunciation: /ˈpōləˌrīz    / VERB


1 [WITH OBJECT] Physics Restrict the vibrations of (a transverse wave, especially light) wholly or partially to one direction:


i find it interesting that webster says
its the light ——-that one wants to restrict

when in fact almost always it feels heavy like darkness

_ not an excuse or wanting to blame

an explanation

i was forced at bible point to go to saturday catechism by my mother-

she like many was a cathoholic—

she was not forcing it for me…….but to help her 
help other children

the less fortunate child learn about god

i am not saying i didn’t really love telling the story 

it was the part against my will that 

polarized me

or the pressure of feeling those hungry kids need…………….

after all i was just one person in a mix of many.


the real gift i came away with was this
code that was pressed   into my  limbic system of beingness 

-What are you, if you are not inspiring?

sometimes i feel like dexter not that i want to kill -:0)
but his code of how he conducted himself………………

thescienceofexcellence:

Pronunciation: /ˈpōləˌrīz / VERB

Pronunciation: /ˈpōləˌrīz / VERB


1 [WITH OBJECT] Physics Restrict the vibrations of (a transverse wave, especially light) wholly or partially to one direction:


i find it interesting that webster says
its the light ——-that one wants to restrict

when in fact almost always it feels heavy like darkness

_ not an excuse or wanting to blame

an explanation

i was forced at bible point to go to saturday catechism by my mother-

she like many was a cathoholic—

she was not forcing it for me…….but to help her
help other children

the less fortunate child learn about god

i am not saying i didn’t really love telling the story

it was the part against my will that

polarized me

or the pressure of feeling those hungry kids need…………….

after all i was just one person in a mix of many.


the real gift i came away with was this
code that was pressed into my limbic system of beingness

-What are you, if you are not inspiring?

sometimes i feel like dexter not that i want to kill -:0)
but his code of how he conducted himself………………

"A woman is only vulnerable when her nail polish is drying, and even then she can still pull a trigger."
— some great quote I heard somewhere once upon a time and that is very, very true (via traffic-jam-session)

desayunogratis:

I want to offer you the world
But can barely afford an
Ice cream cone to share

I want to offer you the moon and stars
but I don’t want to bear the scars
from their gathering

tagged → #surreal highjack
desayunogratis:

Crossroads greet a sunrise 
Directions tangled on a wire 
Complicated acceptance 
Angled perception warns
To go or stop, to move or not 
A beginning to an end



Desayunogratis

desayunogratis:

Crossroads greet a sunrise
Directions tangled on a wire
Complicated acceptance
Angled perception warns
To go or stop, to move or not
A beginning to an end

Desayunogratis
judge not

chances one in a million
unless you sleep with
the judge

Conflict.

venuscrow:

I wonder if you could
See me as you
Would it bring you to conflict
In your heart?
For then you would see
That I am you,
You are me
We are one.
You must make of me ‘other’
To continue as you do
Putting holes in my body
And Tearing my limbs apart,
Am I my brother’s keeper?
Sister I am his heart.
Venus Crow.

forestry is sexy

Begin by treating her as a nubile goddess,
for her highest limbs are green poetry
and her roots reach the earth’s core

she is not just a copse a creature crawled out of
but your mother and lover, pollinate her flowers,
taste her fruit, she is a grafted from the tree of life
into your side, you aspen, she apple

a forest joined, vibrating as one organism
in the microcosm of this space and time,
yet timeless in source, unrehearsed arbor
vibrant in resplendent firmament

- mermaidsbite / Christiane Lopez

tagged → #poetry
"We are each someone else’s leftovers."
— six word summation
leftover red

lick this mound of sorrow
swollen with heartstrings
as i seek something worth
saving in the dross of my life
and i want to burn it all as a
shroud, but i need a permit first
and i’m not allowed an urn of
remains of what i earned as it
disappears, engulfed in red flames

- mermaidsbite / Christiane Lopez

tagged → #poetry