Fireflies light a way ahead, into unknown passages we gingerly tread. The road is long and the course is short, but I think I found something beyond the sun.
I remember all to clearly, what it was like when I felt numb. Both scared and relieved, unable to cry and to smile.
It was awaking in the dark of the night and the light of the day and not registering that I had been in either extreme.
Twisted toes and
Slick long thighs
Show glitter shows
Across their lives
Might as well tell me now it’s a moment lost I’m sorry.
The yellow rock appears as gold, as the crinkled leather hands of my grandmother passes it to me. “The gold is from the family, for hard times ahead.” I wrap it in satin and pop it out of sight when I’m homeless and jobless and hopeless I reveal it to a jeweller, for cold cash well spent. It’s worthless, he tells me, fools gold to be sure. He’s curling his lip and holding his nose, I’m smelling at his door. Years later at home on the couch I remember the gold and dug it out, I wake my daughter cup my hands and - “The gold is from the family, for hard times ahead.”
- I wrote this for my queue this morning, I’m getting exam results today and I know I haven’t done well. I just wanted to keep a moment when I was oblivious.
One day a moment to rival them all, the next a midnight corner. Be ready to fall.
Diced and latticed
With pins and ties
We attempted to
Save something alive
And torn and lungs
On the floor and
Found we didn’t have
What we thought we
- i don’t think we should be friends. But I feel like we can’t stop.
He was so gorgeous
That he made me
Wonder if he was
Not killer eyes
But something that
Would curl up
Inside of me in bed
And put those gorgeous
Hands around my
Windpipe kind of killer
Because we all sit quietly and cry in our closets whether metaphorical or not.
I love the way
easy and effortless
Limbs spread in water
Hair fans in
Simple woven lace
Cut the surface
And dabble the flesh
This shit better work
HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE
what if we all got paper lolGUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150
Gonna reblog this shit cause you never know
yeah my daddy gave me $200
Because I really need the job I just went for.
Watch out, I can and will romanticise just about anything. But I can also show the seedy truth.
I met this boy once while I was staying in surrey, he paid for my bus fare when I was stuck in the rain, and had the loveliest voice and dark brown hair and his name was Blake. I remember from the moment I met him I was obsessed with seeing him again and I used to venture into town everyday for a week or two hoping to bump into him, hanging around the same old bus stop in hope he would turn up in his stupid rain jacket and start to talk about how bad the weather was all the time and if I wanted to catch up sometime. Funnily enough, he never did turn up.
this is sad
Out there is a guy, who thinks about the girl he met at the bus stop. He doesn’t know why because it was an unremarkable event, but in any case he wonders if she got home safely.
Your failures are not your own. They belong to your friends and family. They belong to acquaintances and teachers, and that is what makes failure worse.
The yard of leaves, left marbled prisms on your face when you said you were leaving.