Neon shines through smokey eyes...

panthering:

Everything in 

life cycles; nothing ever leaves 

me. There are black beetles

walking the floor of our apartment

and I keep killing them.

I stay up late at night but I am not

thinking of anything in particular.

My dreams scatter, return

to the same forms. 

You pop into my head, unbidden.

You leave without warning.

Right now I have just killed another beetle

and am not quite ready to sleep.

It is 2:30 in the morning.

I know what I have to do; I don’t know

how.

No amount of toxins can fill this void

Though God knows I’ve tried…

Eat.

Drink.

Sleep.

Repeat.

High highs

Lowest of the lows

Melancholy that starts in the bones

Radiates through my skin.

Nowhere in sight

Nowhere to go back to 

Staring at a map with no directions.

Adrift in the ocean…

There is no nature here.

Bricked in windows

No stars in sight

What is there to wish on?

Homesick

For a place that does not exist

For a person who I’ve never met

For a feeling that has not been felt.

New place

New shoes

New life

New loneliness

Sleeping in a bed

Too big for one.

I wrote this a long time ago and posted in in another tumblr of mine on March 18…shortly before the person I wrote it about and I broke up. It is not any good. Just some words put together:

Meet me 

Here

Beneath the burning skies.

The horizon is trying hard

But cannot compare to the

Beauty

in your 

Eyes.

You put your arms

Around me

And whisper

In my

Ear

Reminding me 

The safest place

Is 

Here

Where I can hear

The engine

Of your body

Pumping

Slowly and content.

I drift off

Hoping

Your words were meant.

smoking cigarettes

we lost regrets

hiding that feeling 

while my inside were reeling

it took everything in me

not say that I wanted you 

Frozen with fear.

The ticking I hear is for a time I am not a part of.

Stuck.

Slow movements.

Memory may lie, but it can still recognize what one’s eyes cannot see.

Shortened breath.

Holding back.

No.

Don’t do it.

Lump.

…

…

Anger.

If only I could control my breath.

I’d forgotten how strong this feeling was.

Your words are now the only sounds

Resonating in my ear.

They drift and swirl all around

Creating

A new atmosphere.

quote-book:

somethingeveryday:

I see your name in contrails in the sky
in the pattern of lines on my hands.

In friends eyes I see your eyes
glassed and sad.

I feel your lips in strangers lips
in gaps between utterances I can sense them.

In the shadows of nolight I hear your footsteps
irregular and dancing.

I see your face in the branches of trees
in the gravel and dirt and leaves.

In words I focus on the letters that comprise your syllables
in conversation they are yours and yours alone

just as specific as your laugh.

-M. R. Wallis

The beauty of the

sunset cannont compare to

that look in your eyes.

quote-book:

tylerknott:

Never have I been
A painter, an artist
never known what it is
To make colors
Dance.
But I, eyes shut
naked, with these tips
of these fingers
as brushes
paint.
I
paint your breasts bare
With soft shadow
cradled in my hands.
Your hair like smoke spilling onto my
chest, your eyes lost in me.
My fingers, my brushes smooth
and silken the deep hues
your skin, my fingers brush
up your legs
quietly tracing
The contours that are
You.
Thighs end with puddled
paint covered by my
bareness.
Love is canvas
as I paint you in pieces,
never have I been a painter
an artist
but in our bed,
my fingers paint your nakedness
our intimacy
a masterpiece.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-