summer-edmonds
30/F/Kentucky
Here lies the raw, unpolished, and mostly disjointed pieces of my soul. / [email protected]
The broken will always feel the drift of art more.
Because once you've been numb to unreal pain,
you learn to appreciate anything that nudges you to breathe again.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
I taste words on everything.
Read stories in every silence
and make art
out of every glance.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
She was poetry pure.
With a grace so great,
she would inspire souls of
absent faith
to deeply believe in God.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
God and the devil walk into a bar-
Stop me if you've heard this one before.
God was in his Sunday best and the devil in Prada, of course.
The two order drinks and laugh like hell.
Then god tells the devil he misses her.
The bartender asks the two why they broke up, suggesting compromise is key.
The devil looks god in the eyes, smiles, and says,
"I loved him dearly, but I never felt like me."
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
Learn to fall in love with your sadness. It is one of the most freeing things you can do for yourself.
If you're consumed by a deep,
stabbing anguish,
then it means your passionate;
It means you care about something enough to let it crack your bones and boil your blood while intensity holds hands with zealousness and
locks lips with your spirit.
Never mistake your thundering
sorrow for weakness.
It means you aren't mearly alive,
But you're ******* alive.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
She was like a Gypsy woman
born on the edge of town,
with eyes that saw everything
and nowhere felt like home.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
Last night I dreamt of you,
you tied strings to the corners of my mouth and
showed me that love isn't always synonymous with loss.
Your soul danced the way we did when we were kids playing in the backyard,
decorated with iridescent imagination.
You always had a knack for delaying the sunset and coloring the rain.
Did you feel that,
the earth quaking to its knees?
You had this way of dropping your atomic eyes to convince me we were unstoppable and we are all that I would ever need.
I will always be that old weathervane left in the backyard.
Oh how I wish you were here so I could dissect your winds and
wait for you to blow back my way.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
Last week
the clocked ticked towards an
ungodly hour as the memories of you seemed to write themselves
in bold.
The fluorescent kitchen lights seduced me into believing they were diamonds,
swimming through my veins and
getting my every desire.
You once told me our lips were bridges and no matter where I am,
I can't seem to forget just how beautiful it once was to just
collapse into you.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
You did this.
You put this hope back into me.
You seduced my dark days,
made them arch their backs and grab fistfuls of hair.
This must be the heaven of hell.
The barren place where my detached soul and
reignited passion
sneak off to make out under the stairwell of my old junior high school.
I had been safe and naive.
I thought words held meaning far more than just that moment,
and the future didn't look like the rough hands of a suicidal storm.
I had promised myself that I would never make that mistake again.
That is until your inevitably grey eyes penetrated my doubts and made room for trust.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC
It's the moving towards insanity that matters,
the becoming of something unimaginable;
Beyond false promises made with wondering eyes.
It's the space between a shot glass and my burning throat,
between your loaded lies
and my gullibility.
The shortest distance between
two poisons is a mangled
nightmare spooning me to sleep.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC