What do I want to know from these poets, from these poems?
Poems pull me in. It’s the experience I can share in with. I want to know how each poem finds their individual ways to pull me into the…
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This could very well be various recorded accounts of my history of dealing with all the different ways my heart has been broken.
And none of them were here to see it first hand.
I AM RECOVERING
Not pretty or extraordinary or dull or rude
Mostly laughs and words and thoughts
and I can be chaos with kindness and
I will play music too loud because
I am inside it
And I grew up too fast,
and I am still so young
And I will lock myself in
and write for days
Or break it to see what its made of
And lose myself and find it
and break it again
And I am so many things that
I'll never tell you
Because, somehow
You knew it all along.
Carla.
Student. English major. LA Native. Expressionist. Employed. Ambitious. Educated at UCI but my heart's in the city.
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"Wait, come here! Lay down next to me,
listen.. Do you hear the song playing downstairs?
Just close your eyes and picture it, us sitting on a
beach, listening to this song, sitting around a
bonfire, can you see it? Can you see the future?
And how it has me and you in it?"
listen.. Do you hear the song playing downstairs?
Just close your eyes and picture it, us sitting on a
beach, listening to this song, sitting around a
bonfire, can you see it? Can you see the future?
And how it has me and you in it?"
—
(some night during spring)
The thing I thought would be the hardest, was that this feeling would never go away. No, that’s not right, it wasn’t even close. The hardest thing keeps getting harder. And I don’t even know what it is anymore.
The hardest thing is knowing that this single, profound, heart breaking, devastating, and terrible incident
is the one thing that has made me so strong.
It scares me to think how thick my skin has become.
My independence is my strength.
Need does not correlate with love.
& For your own good,
DON’T believe everything you’re told.
This is the story. Of a Tumblr chatroom.
Haha, I actually clicked on your link for a little because I was curious and ended up in this chatroom but I got scared and clicked out after it was done loading.
pleasedo: classics: toseekandfind: shortskirtlongjacket: (via cadetriojas)
Everyone go home. Whoever made this had won the entire internet.
OMG, IT’S OFFICIAL.
i am watching that’s so raven right now. kind of freaked me out ahha
"Lust monsters like to play with hearts and heads and all the tiniest emotions that are fragile to explode. A mind fuck and you would never know."
"The rain is pouring like they’re seeking revenge. The sky was heavy the whole day yesterday, they were the thoughts on my back. But today, they scream, they’ve all had enough. They fall one by one and all at once, tiny but many. They don’t want to love anymore; they all fall away. They don’t want to be touched. They don’t want to be cradled in the clouds- the clouds will always lie. They don’t want to collect on the puddle outside of the doorway where we used to keep our hearts in the laces of our shoes. This isn’t something beautiful. This isn’t art, this isn’t inspiration. They do not want to be love."
— wordfxuck.
"I think when you are younger, you get swept away by grand gestures…. When you have children and years invested, it’s much more complicated. It’s the day-to-day stuff: the kind of parent you are, the kind of partner you are. It’s the little and big things as opposed to just the big things. But you are not meant to know that when you are younger, so I don’t think anybody should regret the choices they made in their twenties."
