I Sit In The Train Barefoot,  And There’s A Long Way Home.  I Kiss You So Often  In My Thoughts.

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in a poetic effort to become, i named every contact on my phone after a feeling.

juliette was adventurousness, or that rushy vertigo hiding at the bottom of a whiskey sour.

mom was comfort, or that first breath running through your lungs shortly after skylines have tried to suffocate your throat.

daf was desire, or spattered instincts behind blue doors & scratched backs on wooden floors.

matt was liberation, or flooding open in thoughts, running through cornfields & chasing dreams in heavy storms.

my father was fear, or still shadows in dark alleys; static threats: apparently harmless & silent, but waiting patiently for their queue.

& then there's you, the feeling i've been trying to stick a definition to. a devised attraction, an affection that stirred out of control. my own frankenstein stumbling along the back streets in my head... hunting for an origin; mumbling the name of his maker.

lost in an endless glossary of blurry feelings, i wonder: what's the word for italian euphonies hymned to my ear?

what's the word for stolen kisses & three-days beards?

what's the word for that love we so eagerly hid & then forgot where we put it?

- @skinthepoet

maybe i have been thinking with my heart far too long rather than my mind and i have been speaking from my soul rather than my mouth and i have been seeing with my bones rather than my eyes and trust me when i say i love you more than the air i inhale

k.m (via fluohrine)

An excerpt from the poem Happy Poem by Sean Glatch (@7-weeks​); featured in his debut poetry collection 4:41 | buy it here!

And if you ever stumble upon me asleep in dim light, next to a journal of written words. Take a photograph. My mind wide open… yet totally at peace.

-fna (via herlittleblvckbook)

exposed, tortured, ecstatic—

Denise Levertov, from Sands of the Well: Poems; “Unaccompanied,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

I am my lover. I am the one that tends my garden. I am the one I will always say goodnight to last.

Nicholas A Browne (via wnq-writers)