"One day, when I wake up at 3 AM, unable to sleep, I will look next to me and you will be there. Sleeping peacefully beside me and suddenly, the world won't seem so lonely."
You deserve flowers on your doorstep and coffee in the morning you deserve notes left on your dashboard and ice cream sundaes at 3am you deserve honesty every day and to be kissed every hour you deserve to be reminded how beautiful you are
You deserve flowers on your doorstep and coffee in the morning you deserve notes left on your dashboard and ice cream sundaes at 3am you deserve honesty every day and to be kissed every hour you deserve to be reminded how beautiful you are
What we should live for The feeling of swimming underwater, missing someone, standing on top of a mountain. The feeling of shedding tears over a movie, excitement over a kiss, running for no reason. The feeling of jumping up and down over a song, smiling to birds, being lost after a drunken night out, is what we should live for.
This is just to say. That you're a good friend. But so am I. So I ate a chocolate or two. But you won't know shh... Or will you? If you found... I packed the wrappers too.
/u/A_Poem_For_Your_Sprog
If you should fray, or fall apart, In any where or when - I'll always try, with all my heart, To make you whole again.
But if you choose to fall behind, And break and shake to bits - The day may come where I won't find A single piece that fits.
@beautaplin, "Hunting Season"
One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65
You will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find– is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.
Anne Bradstreet
To my Dear and Loving husband If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay. The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love let's so persever[e] That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Bejai Church
If love and care could death prevent Thy days should not so soon be spent Life was desired, but god did see Eternal life was best for thee. And the priceless heritage that is ours a while, Is the memory of thy unfailing smile.
Bob Marley
“You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that's why I'm scared when you say you love me.”
BuddhaCoffee (Tumblr)
I like drinking tea alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free. I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child; A girl with her lover; Or a friend laughing with their best friend; I realize that even though I like being alone I don’t fancy being lonely.
C. S. Lewis
You don't have a soul You are the soul You have a body
c.t.
But darling in the end, you've got to be your own hero.
because everybody's busy, trying to save themselves.
Caitlyn Siehl.
Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, parks and monuments; And kiss you in every beautiful place, So that you never go back to them, without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand Why storms are named after people".
Chrissy Stockton, “Aurora Borealis”
“Because I could set a watch by the times I think about you. You have become a benchmark in my life. The familiar thing I hope to catch in my rearview mirror when I am driving at night. You are still a mark in the distance I can use to find my way. When your ghost comes around he is still comforting, familiar, fleeting. When your memory finds me, you still feel like home.”
Christopher Poindexter
I loved her Not for the way She danced With my angels But for the way The sound of Her name Could silence my demons
Christopher Poindexter
“The only thing I know is that I was a second, And she was eternity, I spun in clocks and she swirled in stars and I, I did not deserve her.”
Clementine Von Radics, “It’s Just So Strange”
“He used to love me, and now he’s just a stranger who happens to know all my secrets.”
Danielle Shorr, “I Will Regret This In The Morning”
“I kiss temporary lips with permanence Hoping that I can train them to stay I love temporary people with permanence Hoping that I can train them not to leave And when they do I claim to have seen it coming I am incapable of forgetting A scrapbook memory of skin and heartbeat Of touch and moments I know not to look directly into eyes For they can be blinding And I still Do it anyway”
Danielle Shorr, “Let”
“You could tie my tongue My lips, my teeth Split them into surrender Into a foreign language And I would still manage To cough up your name.”
Dean Jackson
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back, into what she always had been. But she had wings.
Disha Kalra
It's summer again! Everything is melting down, I wonder why some souls are Still frozen...?
Edna St. Vincent Millay
First Fig My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!
Edwin Bodney, “When a Boy Tells You He Loves You”
“When a boy tells you he loves you for the first time only to become silent like a folded sheet of tissue paper not wanting you to decrease him into the truth, do not crack your face into the fullest crescent moon at the tapered bottom of a blackened sky. He never meant a single word of any of it. He is just a boy, remember? Only a boy, do you remember?”
Fortesa Latifi, “1-10"
Our love is hitchhiking across the California desert and no one is slowing down. Is a lie still a lie if you say it pretty? You’re saying you don’t know what you want and I’m picking pieces of glass from your throat. Something is burning but I can’t tell what it is. I’ve had a nightmare every night since I was a kid and it always ends the same. I can’t breathe and I can’t move and I am stuck in this place without air in my lungs. This is all to say I think I knew you before I knew my own name.
From http://phocks.org/poetry/4/
There will come a time when you’ll love somebody and not know why or how words cannot hold the weight of their smile & that’s when you’ll start writing poetry
j.s. (tumblr)
"Darling, one day you will die. And the test you're stressing about won't matter, how much money you have will mean nothing, even the stupid tattoo you regret will just be another thing that kept you from being one hundred percent okay with yourself. So live to please the mind: keep good thoughts, look at the stars, and enjoy beautiful days. Because, one day, you will die my love."
Katelin Wagner, “Disappearing Acts (after Miles Hodges)”
“They don’t know I only speak in runaway train stations and everybody is always a few minutes too late to the platform. No one has ever gotten the chance to get too close because it is never romantic to fuck the girl who makes love to her own sadness every single night.”
Lang leav
Always You were you, and I was I; We were two, Before our time.
I was yours, Before I knew; And you have always Been mine too.
Lang Leav, Love and Misadventure
He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I.
We are on par.
He just is, I just am, and we just are.
Laurence Binyon's poem, "For the Fallen"
Ode of Remembrance They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.
Mary Elizabeth Frye.
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
Meggie Royer, “Not So Much Falling In Love As Leaping Into It”
“I realized that the act of falling in love is not so much a falling as a desperate, terrifying leap off the highest building around, the kind of jump that ends in not just a single casualty, but two.”
Pablo Neruda, “Here I Love You”
“Here I love you. Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.”
Pedro Bedim
A girl that I knew long ago Died in a car crash Once we went to the movies together But I, a young boy, had no guts to kiss her I can't help but wonder... What would be different if I were braver that day? Would she still get in that car four years later? Please, tell me: Can a kiss save a life?
Robert Browning Hamilton
I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chatted all the way; But left me none the wiser For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow; And ne’er a word said she; But, oh! The things I learned from her, When Sorrow walked with me.
Robert Frost
Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
Rudy Francisco, “Scars”
“You cracked hourglass, with sand spilling from behind your ribs: you wasted my time.”
Rumi
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
Ruskin Bond
It isn't time that's passing Remember the long ago when we lay together In a pain of tenderness and counted Our dreams: long summer afternoons When the whistling-thrush released A deep sweet secret on the trembling air; Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows, Black rose in the long ago summer, This was your song: It isn't time that’s passing by, It is you and I.
Sara Teasdale
Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all.
Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.
Shane Koyczan- 6.59 AM
I’ve been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day
but if I wake at 6:59 am and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine I will have done enough. And killed no one in the process.
Sy Stokes & Ari Eastman, “Cuddle Poem”
“Your voice is the only alarm that I’ll actually wake up to. Your laugh is that one song they play way too much on the radio, but for some reason, I still love it. Your smile is the only thing that makes me hate mornings a little less. Your hands are my security, like knowing that even when I drive you nuts, you’re still gonna reach for me. And my arm always falls asleep when you do because I just want to be able to hold you even in your dreams.”
The Meadow by Marie Howe.
Bedeviled, human, your plight, in waking, is to choose from the words
that even now sleep on your tongue, and to know that tangled among them and terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.
Tyler Knott Gregson
How quickly jealous I become of the wind when it, not I, gets the privilege of properly messing up your hair.
Watsky, “Nothing Like The First Time”
“Only one girl has ever really wrapped my stomach into pretzels. She didn’t give me butterflies. She gave me pterodactyls. I’m talking terrible internal bruising and the first time I kissed her was like the first time I saw fireworks, which was like the sky first kissing me in the eyeballs.”
William Carlos Williams
This is Just to Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
Koken Myokai
My worn out sandals hang high From the bare wall, And dawn’s brought Spring snow that makes The blossoms open; Those twenty years of pilgrimage I made to China? Better to have slept Here in this mountain hut.