lookingfor

I wish I had seen your wings before they grew.
I was so lost in your laugh,
And the way your eyes wrinkled when you smiled,
And the way you were still beautiful in pain
That I didn’t bother looking
For the death sentence on your back.
—  poem fragment #37
Tom’s Diner: An image reading

I am sitting
In the morning

At the diner
On the corner

I am waiting
At the counter

For the man
To pour the coffee

And he fills it
Only halfway

And before
I even argue

He is looking
Out the window

At somebody
Coming in

-Dance break-

It is always
Nice to see you

Says the man
Behind the counter

To the woman
Who has come in

She is shaking
Her umbrella

And I look
The other way

As they are kissing
Their hellos

And I’m pretending
Not to see them

And Instead
I pour the milk

-Dance break-

-Will.I.Am interlude-

I open
Up the paper

There’s a story
Of an actor

Who had died
While he was drinking

It was no one
I had heard of

And I’m turning
To the horoscope

And looking
For the funnies

When I’m feeling
Someone watching me

And so
I raise my head

-Dance break-

What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade

Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listen
to the wind, how to find meaning in pumping gas,

how peeling potatoes can be a form of prayer. She took questions
on how not to feel lost in the dark.

After lunch she distributed worksheets
that covered ways to remember your grandfather’s

voice. Then the class discussed falling asleep
without feeling you had forgotten to do something else—

something important—and how to believe
the house you wake in is your home. This prompted

Mrs. Nelson to draw a chalkboard diagram detailing
how to chant the Psalms during cigarette breaks,

and how not to squirm for sound when your own thoughts
are all you hear; also, that you have enough.

The English lesson was that I am
is a complete sentence.

And just before the afternoon bell, she made the math equation look easy. The one that proves that hundreds of questions,

and feeling cold, and all those nights spent looking
for whatever it was you lost, and one person

add up to something.


Brad Aaron Modlin

anonymous asked:

Light

combining this with another anon who asked for “Dark” – chances are they’re sent by the same person, probably?


in the twilight between,
there is only you
and i

forever circling one another,
a push and pull
of supernovas in the vacuum of space

but in this liminality
this blurring
this uncanny moment
we touch – you
reaching for my hand,

looking
for an answer
in the depths of the night
that has loved you best

it’s too easy;
my answer has always been
from the very dawn of time:
yes.

(inspired by @beanpots​‘s night and day au lol)

(send me a word and I’ll write a poem)

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anonymous asked:

could you please post all the lyrics for the new song?~

Here you go!

Love (Feat. Syd) - Dean

You give me something
I need in my life
Second to nothing you come baby
Told you I loved you
you told me you might
Tell me why you frontin’ babe
Say you want to take it slow
When you’re ready let me know
I know somewhere
we can go to unwind
Leave your troubles in the past
And give love another chance
You got questions
I got answers tonight
I got intentions baby
But I’m gettin’ restless babe
I need your blessing baby
I’ll love you if you let me baby
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know
Got a lot of emotion
it’s a rollercoaster but I like it
Should I wait in line
should I close my eyes
or should I ride it out
Don’t know where we’re goin’
Let’s live in the moment
Something about you I’m so in to
Say you want to take it slow
When you’re ready let me know
I got somewhere
we can go to unwind
I been patient I been true
I been playing by the rules
Tell your friends I got you
alright yea
I got intentions baby
But I’m gettin’ restless babe
I need your blessin’ baby
I’ll fuck you if you let me baby
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know
Love love love
You wonder where is the love
where is the love
You’ve been looking
for feelings of love
Yeah I’m out of control
Whether it’s right or wrong no
If its mean to be we will know
I got intentions baby
But I’m gettin’ restless babe
I need your blessin’ baby
I’ll love you if you let me baby
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know
Turn that shit off
It’s all about the things you do
That makes me wanna turn to you
It’s all about the dreams you grew
That gives my life another view
It’s all about the things you do
That makes me wanna turn to you
It’s all about the dreams you grew
That gives my life another view
where is the love is the
love is the love
where is the love is the
love is the love

The Process

I nail myself
to my own
nervous system
with bullets
of diamond,
looking
for signs
of summits
in every pair
of river eyes
that cross my path.
I drop the key
to my
jocular anima
in their hands
because mine
have been
spasmodic
for so long
that I forgot
how to use it.
They’ll give it
back to me
along with
every mistake
I’ve made
on this
burning road.
I won’t be able
to hold them.
I’ll fall
at their feet
with the weight
of a thousand
forevers;
begging them
to stay,
knowing they won’t.
I’ll trace their footsteps
to where
I went wrong
and embrace it,
letting our tears
teach me
the years
of normality
before abandoning
the process
yet again
for the thrill
of paranoia
and the teeth
in my chest.

Please Take Me Home

They had him
Tied to a gurney
Under lamplight
Bright
And intrusive
As he begged
In the glare
Of its blindness
For the nurses
To return him
Back home

Pleading
As if he’d been
Punished
So the ER staff
Could release him
As the crowds
Did gaze
At his protests
For freedom
From the sentence
He’d served

Without guilt
No other
Than sickness
And affliction
Which rendered him
Innocent
As the cause
Of his obvious
Torments
And perhaps
All the ones
That were not

As I gathered
The instant
I saw him
Tearing
On the bed
Just adjacent
And swallowing lies
Much as I’d been
For a lifetime
To amount
Just to this  

As it happened
Each night
In that clinic
Where the truth
Of our ills
Came to surface
And the cost
Of our sins
Were made equal
In the moments
That passed
Without joy

As a limbo
Of impossible
Futures
And the numerous
Hopes
We’d been fearing
By explanation
Of nerves
Without reason
Other than
The promise
Of choice

Squandered
By looking
For answers
In the pain
Which restricts
Our achieving
A consciousness
Immersed
In each moment
As it yearns
From the second
We’re born

To be free
And exhale
Expectation
That life
Is best served
To its masters
Made of devils
And pride
In this image
Of a place
We all seek
To belong

Like halls
In that hospital
Mourning
What brief
And such precious  
Potentials
Are vilified
As thrills
Of one minute
When in fact
They allow us
To breathe.

- J. Pigno

#No9TWritingChallenge II: 36

Word: Rat Race

Originally posted by flyngdream

All around me
are the scurrying feet
of people running
in this rat race
to make ends meet. 

But as I stand
in the middle of
this moving crowd,
I know now why
I’m unable to find
that finish line. 

It’s because
in a world full
of people with eyes
on the last stop,
I’m always looking
for the next
mountain to climb.

                                                     ~N.V. 

This is what poems are about

This is about finding myself
anywhere
but in your arms

This is about opening my eyes
and finding
nobody

You never cared
And if I’d go
you never came
looking for me

And if nobody wants to find me
I still know
I’m worth it
and so I won’t stay
waiting and looking
for you

Because I’ve read enough
poems about people
not worth waiting for

Poems are for finding
and understanding
and moving on

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