(Source: whereisthecoool, via coffeeandblueprints)
Stay
A broken, awakened,
took to the beach with pleas.
To find what he’d discovered
at the price of inner peace.
He took his thoughts,
his dreams, his soul and
buried parts of them.
Deep within
an island with a jungle
by the sea.
The crisp warmth and
nights made the darkness
easy to live by. The
day was reality coming
to his eyes. The island was
tempestuous burning in the north,
slowly in the south.
I choked the island and
forced myself upon it.
Stranded in my own misfortune.
Took to the shadow and sunlit
trees to quench my hungers
keen.
That sand’s were true
and warming, Despite
a rage that couldn’t see.
A home it could have been.
With fish, surf, and sleep
on this island with a jungle
by the sea.
Reality shook me
as surely as can be.
With certain eyes
uncertain looked back
and forth between.
Choked and breathless
fought for some last breath and
Left that little island
with a jungle
by the sea.
The vine’s forever gripping
growing on his sleeve,
Like cerebral folds
in gray and veiny me.
Lost, missing that little island
as he sailed across the sea
His heart’s lost sights of horizons,
the part that parts
the sky and trees.
In which a tack,
a tracks,
apart of you
and me.
(Source: pushthemovement, via streetetiquette)
The Mermaid
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
- W. B. Yeats
oh.
I found this man on 7th Avenue in Park Slope. He was leaning heavily on his cane, looking down, wearing a grimaced face. I felt bad for him, so I smiled and waved when I walked past. His face changed completely. He lit up, smiled wide, and gave me a cheery greeting. There was nothing forced about it. He seemed like a man who went through life looking for the smallest excuses to be happy.
I walked 50 feet down the sidewalk, turned around, and walked back to him. “I want to take your photo,” I told him, “because of how big you smiled when I walked by.”
He said: “Well I saw someone smiling at me who I didn’t even know. So I thought: ‘By God! I Better do something!’”
This really made me smile.
(via braiker)
(Source: pushthemovement)
(Source: pushthemovement)
Argument
You grabbed me by
the hair, a fistful.
The lunge took me,
slowly surely
by surprise, The tile met my nose,
we became close friends.
I gave him an ardent velvet gift,
slipping from the frosty
nose and lips.
I told you,
“This is what you wanted.
It was nice, syrupy.”
The weight.
crumbling weight of
parting hillsides,
paid a visit to the
guilty mind.
“Nice enough to slip,
to feel the guilt.”
Desire to steal…
perhaps.
Desire to take…
perhaps.
splashing red seas,
tainting red seeds,
ravenous.
Caught red handed
dipping into savory.
The fury swelling
screaming,
“Without reservations
you take beats
from confiding
chests, to feed
the void of your
appetites.”
The nails gripping,
pulling angrily, seductively
to black tufts.
Cackling laughter bubbles up
and rings with the tile.
“So I took a beat or two
from your heaving chest,
only to help you put
your pieces
back together. I know you like
I see me. If anger saves you,
then you will hate me.”
You let go
with composure.
Your steps clicked and clacked.
You looked back at the mess
you welcomed with tender laps.
Bitten lipped you
turn away and close your skies.
