There are no dice
No cards to draw
In this game
you cannot call my bluff
We layed down the rules
With a fair understanding
Of no foul play
You choose
To break the ties we have always kept
So close to home
Left, moved forward
I couldn’t keep up
With your vile ways
And here you
Are crawling back
Once again
Hoping to jump back to start
But in this game
there are no dice
No cards to draw
No second chances

Swimming

sirjoshuaj:

Your words use to weigh so heavily on me. Like boulders tied to my ankles, weighing me down. I was drowning in you. But now your words have shrunken down to mere pebbles between my toes. I barely notice you. I am floating freely now. I am floating freely.

-Joshua J. Munoz

People are always telling me I’m tough. Maybe because I’ve survived so much. The only time I’m tough in my own mind is when I’m seized by a poem and then determined to conquer it and let it live its own peculiar life. All my toughness goes into my writing.
Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
Growing Pains

robot-rokz:

I’ve learned of this world.
Of all its treasures, its brilliance…
I fill my pockets with these gold coins.
The gold of our age is only cement brick
Slyly painted gold.
I sink.
As I plummet into the deep dark depths
Of this depressing blue,
I remind myself that soon
I will hit the floor.
And learn the most valuable
Of all valuables -
Money is not the root of all evil.
But the fear of not being able
To get up,
After the fall.

Tumblr is the only place I express my emotions through poetry mostly. Outside everyone tells me I’m super antisocial and indifferent. ….if they only knew.anyways I just wanted to say thank you to my followers for always Being there, I wish I could meet you guys in person

stillfiguringlifeout:

You are around me
Watching
I see your face
In every fucking mirror
I smash every piece onto the ground
Parts of you stuck in me
Traveling through my arteries till my heart
Was filled with your memory
Your presence haunts me
The fact that i will never
See
Touch
You
again
Cuts
deeper

stillfiguringlifeout:

I love you
When
You
Are
Drunk
Because
You
Let Go
Open up
Everything
You
Have been
Wanting to say
Set free
Slurred words
I love
You
When you are half
Awake
Truth spills
Feelings unlocked
But
I
Love you
Regardles
Pinky promise

Happy Easter everyone!

Hey my fellow poets /awesome followers just wanted to say happy Easter :)

I’ve often lost myself
in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake
Federico García Lorca, “Blind Panorama of New York”  (via marcescentfleur)