Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.

» Andrea Gibson  
posted 1 year ago @ 15 Jun 2013 with 540 notes
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reblogged 1 year ago @ 22 Nov 2012 with 5 notes via/source
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If you think seeing a naked woman
is a disappointment
because what you had imagined was so much
better than what was there, may I suggest looking at it in a new way.

Maybe instead of pondering
the tentacles and mouths beneath
her clothes,
you could ponder the bright things
that lurk beneath her skin.
You can look
at her glistening pussy lips and wonder,
my god,
               what rivers 
must run through her body to create
that overflow of wetness.
You can look at her breasts,
dark and sensitive and soft, feeling
in your hands like the greatest of treasures, and come
up with multiple theories as to what lies
beneath them that could possibly make them mould
so perfectly
to your touch and respond so enthusiastically
to your tongue.

Her body is so much more
miraculous and dream-worthy and mysterious
when naked than when she wears clothes.

The mystery has never been what might be
found under her clothes; that is just something of hers
she lets 
              you enjoy
because she thinks you to be clever.

The mystery
is in imagining what writhes under her skin that makes her body move the way it does;
what worlds are inside her that create a gravitational pull so unyielding;
what makes her body a fertile ground, enough to grow the tenderness
of her gaze, the audacity of her courage, and the ferocity of her tongue.

The mystery has always been
how you plan on maintaining your cleverness
for just long enough
to convince her to let you stay
with her, there,
              and naked, too, beside her.

(This is a response to a (much better) poem by Neil Gaiman about nudity

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reblogged 1 year ago @ 13 Nov 2012 with 1,443 notes via/source
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As I was going up the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today. I wish, I wish he’d go away.

As I was going up the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today. I wish, I wish he’d go away.

posted 1 year ago @ 02 Nov 2012 with 1 note
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poeticallyundead:

The problem with not loving
and avoiding broken hearts
is that inspiration seems to

run dry

and maybe that’s just me
hence why I think I’m a hack
I cannot draw words from

thin air

I’ve been empty and vacant
perhaps I’m fighting myself
or maybe I’m just too

damn tired

muse-
why doth thou escape my wandering fingertips
the days have grown lonely without your cantor
sing me a song 
     a beautiful song
and perhaps I can find my voice

once again

reblogged 2 years ago @ 12 May 2012 with 25 notes via/source
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poeticallyundead:

I love you

It’s been cheapened 
tossed around so carelessly

I love you
*hand heart*

while it may be truthful
it doesn’t carry the weight
that it once did
      that it still should

I love you
No, I love YOU
     lol

so when I say it
after all the empty lines
you’ve heard time and time again
you don’t hear me
when I tell you
with every ounce of my heart

I love you

reblogged 2 years ago @ 28 Feb 2012 with 53 notes via/source
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kidaokagee:

Kung hindi mo alam 
ang mga bagay na nakapag-papaiyak sa akin
malamang, 
hindi mo din ako kayang pangitiin. 

reblogged 2 years ago @ 26 Feb 2012 with 48 notes via/source
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So you searched and searched
and then found the thing that you decided
was warm enough and kind enough
and right-fitting enough to be called

home.

Tell me then,
why you would go.

posted 2 years ago @ 19 Feb 2012 with 3 notes
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I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

» Pablo Neruda  
posted 2 years ago @ 25 Sep 2011 with 4 notes
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itouchtouchthings:

Kim Addonizio, For You

itouchtouchthings:

Kim Addonizio, For You

reblogged 2 years ago @ 18 Sep 2011 with 99 notes via/source
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 kidaokagee answered your question: Quiet

Cassandra Nuddkebrook: poemhunter.com/poem/qu…

 remusaloy answered your question: Quiet

Cassnadra Nuddkebrook goo.gl/UImlA ?

Thank you, Sam and Ghing. I tried googling and it came up with a name Triumphgirl or something. :D

posted 3 years ago @ 24 Feb 2011 with 1 note
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Let the silence come.
Let it come and wrap around me like a blanket.
Let my head be clear,
my ears be numb,
let it be quiet for a while.
Come lay down next to me.
There’s not a thing you need to say,
there are no words I need to hear.
Just lay with me,
press you lips against my ear,
and breath.
I am weary of this noise
and of the way the world thinks it needs it.
Chatter, jabber, tv,
radio blasted in my car.
Promises, questions, ultimatums.
Everyday I try to answer
and the words get stuck
because my spirit wants to be still.
So come, my love,
and lay your head upon my chest.
Feel the rise and fall of my body,
the language of my heart,
and know that something in my body speaks to you,
with every beat,
even if my lips never find the words.

I love every word of this poem. Can anyone tell me who wrote this?

posted 3 years ago @ 24 Feb 2011 with 6 notes
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Why shouldn’t love
be a form of repetition?
The morning she beholds him,
he is bending over a face
the water restores to his vivid gaze
Moved to a boldness,
and tucked between the reeds,
she reveals her shape to him
petal by lucent petal:
an offering of self
common to all who crave
to be possessed.
But she finds he cannot look at her
without blinking,
without wishing to see himself
upon the mirror of her eyes—
beautiful, as he fancies
he always is.
In this way does she begin to tremble,
and soften finally into sound:
a rustling above trees,
dull squeaks in the undergrowth.
A voice she prays he hears
above his own name’s song,
humming perfect inside his head.
A pool of rippled language,
deeper than all listening—
love calling vainly to itself.

~Neil Garcia, “Echo”

reblogged 4 years ago @ 01 Jun 2010 with 9 notes via/source
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erospainter:

Absence
I have scarcely left you When you go in me, crystalline,Or trembling,Or uneasy, wounded by meOr overwhelmed with love, aswhen your eyes Close upon the gift of lifeThat without cease I give you.My love, We have found each otherThirsty and we have Drunk up all the water and theBlood, We found each otherHungry And we bit each otherAs fire bites,Leaving wounds in us. But wait for me, Keep for me your sweetness.I will give you too A rose.
Pablo Neruda

erospainter:

Absence

I have scarcely left you
When you go in me, crystalline,
Or trembling,
Or uneasy, wounded by me
Or overwhelmed with love, as
when your eyes
Close upon the gift of life
That without cease I give you.

My love,
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
Blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.

But wait for me,
Keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
A rose.

Pablo Neruda

reblogged 4 years ago @ 12 Apr 2010 with 7 notes via/source
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I loved her.
Not because she was beautiful, 
Even though she was.
The curve of her body did not hypnotize me, 
The way the fire in her eyes did.
Or because I thought that she needed me, 
She was always the stronger one.
Always deserving something more than he, 
or even I, could give.
Instinct in me wanted to save her, 
But in the end it was I who was lost. 

Cassnadra Nuddkebrook 


To my good friend, Michael, because he liked it. ;)

posted 4 years ago @ 12 Apr 2010 with 1 note
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