Can you believe it!
I'm in your head, you are reading my very thoughts
Somehow my energy has crossed paths, with you
This isn't a theory you seeing this is proof, its true
Imagine the power in this connection
from fingers on a keyboard
to affecting a reality
close or far from me
Imagine if we used this power for love
We could all be one...
haha let me stop getting sappy
And just enjoy the connection we made and be happy :)
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
Life: Noun: Uncountable: Plural: Lives
The ability to have: Abilities
Period of time filled with: Adjectives
With many opportunities to seize
Life as punishment: Contract/prison/love
Life as enjoyment: Contact/comfort/love
Love: Meaning: Affection. Also used above
Love: For idiom see also: Turtledove
Life: Antonym: Death: What comes after life
The leading cause of death on Earth: Neglect
Example: None cared the child had a knife
The leading cause of life on Earth: V-necks
Cheat: Suicide: Lessons on life not learned
Antidote: No cure has yet been confirmed
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
When they tell you you are made of stars,
do not let them forget what stars are made of.
Stars are not glitter, not stickers on the ceiling,
not there for decoration.
Stars are chunks of collapsing galaxy. They are
hundred-thousand mile wide nuclear furnaces
that consume their surroundings into death.
They are not friendly; they do not exist
to write poems about.
Stars are not made of metaphors. You
are not made of other people’s words.
When they tell you you are made of stars.
look them in the eye and remind them
that so are they, and so is the earth,
and so is the gum on the bottom of your shoes,
and so is the fist you will hit them with
the next time they try to placate you
with their condescending words –
When they tell you you are different from others,
ask them why you should want to be.
Do not let them call you foreign.
Do not let them trap you up on a pedestal,
surrounded by books that cannot hurt them.
Read things that can hurt them.
Your mind is a forest richer than folklore;
do not let your curiosity be reduced to an accessory.
Your intelligence is not a fashion statement.
Your existence is not a novelty.
You are not a metaphor
for someone else’s problems.
When they tell you you are made of stars,
tell them you have always known this.
Tell them you have fire in your bone marrow,
that you are burning with the deaths
of the entire universe before you.
When they tell you you are made of stars,
tell them you know.
Tell them they should keep their distance.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
When the
mess bred
by ancient
logicians
is put to rest
and we dicover:
The chicken
and the egg
hatched
in two
different
places at
the same time;
Love was
an inverse
relationship
between lust
and time;
Infinity was
a universe
we couldn't see.
Will conversation
cease?
Will silence
replace
speech?
Will the larynx
become a vestige?
How will
we debate
the notes
that compose
silence?
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
i do not read
to lock myself
away
or to hide
nestled between
printed pages
a book is not an escape
because i don't read
to forget
why my heart is shattered
or to chase away
the eyes
that haunt me
at night
a book is not an escape
i do not read to be transported
from this world
to another
leaving it all
behind
a book is not an escape
i do not read
with the intention to laugh
or to cry
or to fall in love
with the ideals of a lie
a book is not an escape
i do not read
for the wings words give me
or the ability to breathe
under waves
a book is not an escape
i do not read
to be able to feel
or to get wiser
(a contradiction)
or to be free
or captured
in the bars
created
by adjectives
a book is not an escape
i only read to be me
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
i don’t want to be someone who writes in pencil
and eats too slowly and walks with eyes that
are glued to the sidewalk and tops of strangers’ feet
i’ve been underwater for so long that
i’ve forgotten lungs are meant
to be filled with air; exhaling seems
more like something found
on the second star to the right, rather
than a process that is meant to be
done twenty-three thousand times a day
i feel like an old woman who
looks in the mirror and all she can see
are wrinkles and white hair and tired eyes and
the absence of who she used to be
but i am not someone who turns away
from sunsets and pretends
that darkness is all i’ve ever known;
someone who thinks
the sun will never rise again
because the sun will rise again—
the words hiding inside of me will
find their way out, because
i cannot hold my breath forever
i am not someone who writes in pencil
and erases the bits that are too
honest and too imperfect and too real
to claim as thoughts of my own
i cannot keep my lips pursed and
hands tied behind my back,
i cannot keep pretending i am
a shadow of who i used to be
my tomorrows hold suns much
brighter than ones that have risen
over horizons of my past;
i have not reached the summit yet
there is so much more me
for me to become
each day, i am new.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
Don't be scared to write in ink.
Bleed your thoughts,
let it carelessly infuse between the spaces of blank paper.
You see, sweet-heart,
at least one sliver of your soul will not feel so
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
«Your life was offered to you;
There is no greater gift.
Forget the gold, forget the time,
from life such things are born.
But,
if your eyes were meant to change the world,
know this:
The moment is now.»
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
And He fetched for my heart
Gentle
Fast
That was beating,
Lub dub
Banging until cracks
Weakened
into a hole
Around my chest.
No longer
Lub dub
But a panicked
Hop hop,
Leg-less run marathon
Out of my rib cage.
Lifeless,
Pumping worry
And jealousy,
Replacing my blood,
Until anxiety rowed
broken sail boats
In my veins.
He grabbed it
Said "Stop."
"Patience."
And that's how the heart learned
How to play the waiting game.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 5:50 AM UTC
I understand now.
It's okay to wait.
We're young.
I know you love me & you know I love you.
I know that won't change.
Because everything will be okay at the end.
-K.L.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC