i never really liked
my name
much
until i found out
what it tastes like
when you sigh it
into my
mouth
(Source: oceanicforest, via karma-willow)
on the special mornings the world has a hue
a fog that lightly surrounds you
and simple, yet matter of fact clue
that our love is beyond perfect, beyond true
What’s Ailing You?
Most of us are sitting on a keg of some emotional dynamite, struggling with grief, furry, frustration, hurt feelings, and suffering because there’s no place to put all those powerful feelings without destroying delicate relationships. Feel free to blast the…
I want to sit on the couch with you at my side and read. We don’t need flute music or acoustic guitar playing in the background, I just need you. I want just that moment with relaxation, and love, and safety. Where the world doesn’t shatter with a shout, and it doesn’t glue itself back together…
There are days when we hurt to even open our eyes
There are days when we find only beauty to see
There are days when we are too ill to move
There are days when we want to run through the park as teenagers
There are days when we are too sad to speak
There are days when joy overflows from our hearts
I think I could have really loved you,
addicted to the way you made me feel
but the scars of your abandonment
are still healing and the moment
you came back, kissing along the
tender skin, everything felt put
back in place, and I was flying along
the clouds again—
you could leave this…
He’s been treated like a bonsai tree -
abused,
restricted,
dwarfed.
He also shares bonsai traits -
persistence,
bending but not breaking,
a survivor.I can’t help but wonder…
Will he feel stifled,
further stunted,
by me?
Or will my love
be like unrestricted…
Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via kyrrd)
(Source: rosemoons, via poetdreamer)
When you start to really know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
http://www.salon.com/2011/09/15/roger_ebert/
This is a lovely excerpt from his autobiography.
(via paulsinspirationforarielle)
(via poetdreamer)
To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn’t always know this and am happy I lived long enough to find it out.
