Of course, I'm a bad idea, and tossing yourself into my downpour takes bravery and courage, but someone once told Martin Luther King Jr, equality was a bad idea and someone said that Gandhi could never find peace and I know Louis and Clark were crazy, venturing into the unknown. And Galileo was thrown in prison, because he had an awful idea thinking the Earth was round. Sometimes the train wreck ideas, have the most beautiful results and there is always lightness in a dark entity and some darkness in the light and creation after destruction. So perhaps your terrible idea, falling for me (and I for you) could someday be the best idea. (AKR) Maybe it could be. Courage to live. Courage to love and be loved. Maybe it could be the craziest, best idea ever. We never know unless we actually give it a chance. Wholeheartedly.
half-drunk on wine half-drunk on nostalgia I want to see your eyes light up when you remember all of the old stories that made you who you are, today I want to hold your hand while you cry because you don't know what the fuck you are even doing in this life anymore I want to half-smile and cheers you to figuring out newer and crazier dreams and when you ask "how" I want to say "together" I will hold you in my arms and say "together" -cwpoet
life isn't made for perfect people. it's made for those who know how to turn an impossible situation into something beautiful. it's made for fighters. dreamers. lovers. and people who won't give up even when life feels impossible. it's not perfect. it's not easy. but that's why we're made so damn tough. /topher kearby
sometimes that's all you need. someone who gets it. a little light in the darkness. some empathy in a cold world. a little understanding of the chaos inside. JmStorm
Sweet girl, it is time to show your other side. Rip the sugar away from the words, shatter the tender, grip the flame warming hearts that don't deserve your kind of fire, and blow some fucking minds. -Stephanie Bennett-Henry
It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
Half of the night with our old friend
Who’d showed us in the end
To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.
Already I lay snug,
And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.
I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,
Suddenly, from behind,
In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:
Your instep to my heel,
My shoulder-blades against your chest.
It was not sex, but I could feel
The whole strength of your body set,
Or braced, to mine,
And locking me to you
As if we were still twenty-two
When our grand passion had not yet
My quick sleep had deleted all
Of intervening time and place.
I only knew
The stay of your secure firm dry embrace.
I do not crave to have thee mine alone, dear Keeping thy charms within my jealous sight; Go, give the world the blessing of thy beauty, That other hearts may share of my delight! I do no ask, thy love should be mine only While others falter through the dreary night; Go, kiss the tears from some wayfarer's vision, That other eyes may know the joy of light! Where days are sad and skies are hung with darkness, Go, send a smile that sunshine may be rife; Go, give a song, a word of kindly greeting, To ease the sorrow of some lonely life! -Otto Leland Bohanan
You can go for a long time dealing with things in all sorts of absurd ways. You can shut down. Act out. Be a whole bunch of fun. Be the worst. Hide out. Pretend. Be belligerent to reality. Slap it in the face. The list is forever. Long like trousers. Thick like custard. Only one day you don't want to do that anymore and you want to be a different version of you. You want truth as your middle name. It sounds good in your mouth.Every single one of us the same. We are all the same. Just in slightly different tiny little ways. -ATS
“A weed is a flower growing in the wrong place.”
George Washington Carver
"To love is to hold me when I am raining. To breathe me when I am burning. To release me when I am running." -Victoria Erickson
“…I knew I was getting somewhere when I began losing interest in the beginnings and the ends of things.
Short tragic love stories that had once interested me no longer did.
What interested me was the kind of love to which the person dedicates herself for so long, she no longer remembers quite how it began.”
Ongoingness, Sarah Manguso
If we must die - let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursed lot. If we must die - oh let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us though dead! Oh, Kinsmen! We must meet the common foe; Though far outnumbered, let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow! What though before us lies the open grave? Like me we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back! - Claude McKay
i'm not done yet. in fact, i'm just getting started. i had goals. i had ideas. I had so many plans for my life. and they all changed. over and over again. and sometimes that's difficult. and sometimes that's a challenge. but most of the time it's a gift. because sometimes the place you really needed to go in life was somewhere you would have never planned on your own. /topher kearby So much change. The route was nothing like I planned or was prepared but I think I'm beginning to exhale - and it's coming back into focus. A new route. A new focus. Ever-changing. Growth. Dear ones, it is a challenge but hold the vision. trust the process. the gift will arrive.
Love, leave me like the light,
The gently passing day;
We would not know, but for the night,
When it has slipped away.
So many hopes have fled,
Have left me but the name
Of what they were. When love is dead,
Go thou, beloved, the same.
Go quietly; a dream
When done, should leave no trace
That it has lived, except a gleam
Across the dreamer’s face.
They come to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before, - Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more. -Sara Teasdale
Don't be cool. be clumsy and loud and in pain pull out your white flag whisper uncle in the ear of someone lovely risk will take you places to the very edge of the human condition where love sits tapping her toe showing you a little leg saying where you been? -ATS
Today I will praise. I will praise the sun For showering its light On this darkened vessel. I will praise its shine. Praise the way it wraps My skin in ultraviolet ultimatums Demanding to be seen. I will lift my hands in adoration Of how something so bright Could be so heavy. I will praise the ground That did not make feast of these bones. Praise the casket That did not become a shelter for flesh. Praise the bullets That called in sick to work. Praise the trigger That went on vacation. Praise the chalk That did not outline a body today. Praise the body, For being a body and not a police report Praise the body For being a body and not a memory No one wants to forget. Praise the memories. Praise the laughs and smiles You thought had been evicted from your jawline Praise the eyes For seeing and still believing. For being blinded from faith But never losing their visions Praise the visions. Praise the prophets Who don't profit off of those visions. Praise the heart For housing this living room of emotions Praise the trophy that is my name Praise the gift that is my name. Praise the name that is my name Which no one can plagiarize or gentrify Praise the praise. How the throat sounds like a choir. The harmony in your tongue lifts Into a song of adoration. Praise yourself For being able to praise. For waking up, When you had every reason not to. -Angelo Geter
good god you're a gift a wild flower in the rain a wild child with stains sometimes imperfect sometimes unclean but so shiny underneath you are glistening are you listening you are a gift good god you're a gift -shilow
"I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity and her flaming self-respect and it's these things I'd believe in even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all that she should be. But of course the real reason is that I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything." -F. Scott Fitzgerald
"Remember, remember this is now and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted." -Sylvia Plath