May 2013
53 posts
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To the girl I could love, but won't.
You wake in the middle of the night sometimes to go cry in the bathroom and you think I don’t hear it but I do. I can’t apologize enough for all of those things the men who came before me did to you. I wish I could promise that it will be different this time, but it won’t. I will leave you, too.
You once told me that you are in love with me but that I shouldn’t let it go to my...
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odditoreum:
See this wishbone-like scar on my knuckle, darling? This is where you bit me until I bled. Be my joy ride until I collapse but please envelope me so then I don’t start to fray. Tell me how good I feel in your hands please make me shudder in delight. Dive recklessly into my violent sea and thrive on the salt you taste on me. Make me come, my darling, make me come like a 10 point...
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Do not buy me flowers.
Find the loneliest star in the sky One that for no matter how you try You will be unable to find it again Admire that star and give it a name Call it whatever you like but think of me Name a forgotten star and think of me Throw your arms around a tree One bent and rotting and ugly Run your reverant palms along the peeling bark Let the deepest root hear your beating heart Love that tree the most...
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maza-dohta:
Empty your words into the margins of this world; from what can no longer be held, a poem is born.
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as fucked up as they say: to the boy i fell out of... →
lessgirlmoredisease:
my heart would do anything to make him happy
but my head constantly throws a wrench in those plans.
i’m tentative towards love,
still scared to dip my toes in the shallow end,
let alone dive in
as he wants me too.
but he says he doesn’t mind
waiting for my sideways, lazy heart
and my jumpy, anxious mind.
he makes me think about sunflowers,
and pale veins
and the...
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Spilled Salt
visionsdreams:
My life and luck run
like spilled salt,
each grain
a possibility,
a world unto its own.
Water under the bridge
flows toward a
great endless ocean
of forgiveness;
life, ever, goes on.
I have no greater fear than of becoming boring.
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Salt Submissions
That’s it! I didn’t count the submissions but there seemed to be about fifty or so. All were good, some were outstanding. I followed back everyone who submitted and I’m so excited to read more of your work. Thank you all soooo much for participating. That was really a joy to be a part of. Love, peace, respect in all things, J
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cicatrice sans tache: Why tears are salty. →
indiefawn:
The most common way to vent out tears is. You were in the shower, or probably in the rain—it helps you to conceal how immense your teardrops would be. You cried, following the rhythm of the rivulets of water. Your muffled sob reverberated through the ceilings. You accidentally tasted your tears as it falls on the edge of your lips. You winced. You wondered why tears are salty. “Why...
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I'm Addicted to Words and They're Usless: An... →
batsby:
I know it was inappropriate, and I couldn’t bring myself to apologize then.
So I’ll say I’m sorry now for the time you were crying, and I licked the tears from your face.
I couldn’t focus On what you were saying Something about your dad Or college Or something else maybe I wasn’t listening I was too busy staring At the droplets on your cheeks.
I couldn’t help but think about tears and...
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We All Need A Little Petrichor: Salt & Stone →
apostal:
He’s got salt in his eyes,
His mouth,
His mind.
Stone hands won’t rub it away
Because he can’t lift them;
They’re too heavy and so he let’s
The crystals bash around his mind
At night leaving skid marks on his brain.
It imprints-
It’s stuck,
it’s glued
Behind his eyelids and sometimes it burns
Too much to close his eyes, but they’re like bricks
So all at once his body turns...
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a walk in the fast lane: Salt Shouldn't Burn →
writerprobz:
The taste of salt doesn’t always have to burn your tongue,
it also doesn’t mean they have won.
Busy work doesn’t mean being productive,
and doing nothing isn’t always obstructive.
Some of the best ideas come late at night,
and the things you hear are nearly never right.
Love isn’t easy, but that doesn’t mean it’s tough,
and people are going to tell you you’ll never be good...
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outofherhead:
I ran the tip of my tongue along the path so many tears had taken, imagining salt laden rivers for which I could not take credit. but still tasting the remains as they pooled around your tender heart.
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The Peeling Sky: The Elephant From India →
concretelotionandlsd:
Disregarding my delirium, I dance with the elephant from India
She smells of sweet heat that rises from beats of butterfly wings
The women are so friendly here in the Palace of Psychedelic Daisies
I must confess my impure thoughts to the Giant Centipede who guards the gates of the Great Honeycomb Pyramid
The queen of Wasps invites me to kiss her hard-candied...
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talesofthemisunderstood:
The salt of your tears, preserved only the harsh, memories I had of you.
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6 word poem
mrflawed:
Salted wounds; opened with one glance.
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derzerrissenheit:
I drank the sea that is he And the waves crashed in my throat I am parched, tongue left with salt Never was there such bliss From this thirst he gave me
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Salt
nessalong:
I want to write about the last time we were drunk, and I started to kiss your shoulder. You moved away quickly back onto his lap, but for the rest of the night, I licked and licked my lips, and I could not stop. Something about the salt on your skin is poetry, but I’m not sure what.
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poorlystrungwords:
the hand
that once traced
the constellations of
freckles on my cheek
kalidescope bruises on my knees
intervals of my rib cage
that hand
now in hers.
why would I care about
the salt in my wounds
when there are oceans
in my eyes.
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Salt
a-crazy-clown:
Anything you say I try not to believe I take more than a grain of salt I take the entire fucking shaker I dry up I cry I dry up again.
But it doesn’t stop me loving you I don’t know whether you love me back I can’t trust what you say You’ll always sting my tongue.
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The Hookworm: A confession →
bookwormhookworm:
Sometimes I get you angry on purpose, Or at least frustrated. I do it for how you wave your hands in the air, Like you are grasping for my sanity, And say, “woman!” As if we’ve been together this whole time, Ever since we became what we are.
We talk about how we’re going to float away. We talk about how we’ll live off the fish and coconut meat.
I do not admit that...
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waitingfortheyellowbird:
Nothing stings more, not even dashing salt into an open wound, than the sound your door made when you slammed it and forgot to say goodbye.
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Pursue.: The salty water burns against my fragile... →
dave-fenrir-fitchett:
The salty water burns against my fragile skin, Damages, scabs, the wounds within. Coarse sand grazes along my spine, Lungs emptied, no air to whine.
Remembrance of sweeter days, of fine merlot, Rosey cheeks and bedrooms only I could know. The sea broke upon our wooden castle, breaking, Drowned out by my own ocean of love making. I am no sailor, and the ocean takes it’s...
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a work in progress: tremors →
sheddingletters:
i.
I used to watch my mother’s hands shake while she cooked, measuring the salt, stirring spices. I’ve always wanted to help and never known how.
ii.
the woman manicuring my nails shakes her head
forces my finger still tells me to relax take a deep breath calm down relax relax why can’t you relax?
I wonder if she’s ever been helpless because she couldn’t do something as...
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Sweet
ncarnated-rebel:
I’ve been writing this for weeks now. Still no sound. My voice has became silent as your love for me. I’m in need of your sanctuary yet you’ve condemned me. Hopelessly I wait for you. Count down the seconds until time becomes inevitable Watch the day go by until I’m no longer salvageable Write and write until my words become some form of a masterpiece Because your love...
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Spotless Minds: Human →
smilingon:
It shows, when the coffee’s already brewed and he tenderly sips at her cup before serving it, testing to be sure it’s just how she likes it, worthy of reaching her lips.
It shows, when a child is born unwanted, rather than be abandoned and left to its own will, taken in and given everything it’ll need, ever-loved and beautiful still.
It shows, when “I just can’t just stay mad at...
Submissions.
Hi hi hi. So I still have about 20 submissions left to post but I don’t want to spam everyone’s dashes up anymore so I’ll post them tomorrow night. This has been fun. You’re all amazing. J
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No Holds Barred.: The Five-Day Fat Flush Regimen →
wwalfd:
Day 1: Recognize the problem.
Pinch your under-boob fat. Complain you want to be back to the weight you were when you were 18. He’ll say, “Then do something about it.” That night, resist the urge to buy a brownie sundae.
Day 2: Denial and frustration. Spend the afternoon drafting a workout plan. Bring it home, proud you have a game plan. He revises it: more cardio, more planks, more...
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whatever youre goingthroug: The grandfather clock... →
dearnewspaper:
The grandfather clock sang when it was already 4 o’ clock in the afternoon. He went out to exercise at the gym an hour ago, while she, just like always, stayed at home reading a book or painting. He opened the front door and banged it so she could hear. “What you’ve been to?” she asked, not looking up from her book.“Swimming,” he replied, “in the beach.” He placed his bag on...
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Sæglópur
itsaboutyoutoo:
We are eternal
In our embrace.
I took you into my arms
And your entirety was consumed
By my soul
We are endless.
In the deepest water
You and I
Lost in the marvelous days
And glories of the night
Damned we are
In the heart of the sea
You and I
You and me
Trapped by our salt
Abandoned by the air
Violently we are held
On the edge
Of life
Or perhaps it is death
No escape
No...
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A Salt
itsjustnotthatbasic:
A salt of the earth
Enclosing a path
Of curation
In every pore of aphorism.
A salt of being
Beholding a liveliness
Of forsaken identity
In a facade of heartbreak.
A salt of all souls
Exposing a curtain
Of kindling hope
In a discernment of insight.
A salt that is an obligation
Of a vivacious stature
Sterilizing the representation
Of the circumstances of a...
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SALTy
My note: I’ve still got a lot of submissions to go through for the salt prompt so it’s possible that I might come across another piece, like this one, where I hesitate before reblogging. So far I’ve reblogged them all in the order in which they were submitted. This one made me pause for a minute. I really am not sure how I feel about it. Is it poetry? I don’t know. Is it...
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The Truth About Her.
theasthasharma:
She is basic looking.
She is basically looking,
for you in her dream,
for noise in her scream.
It’s not her fault,
she likes too much salt,
in whatever she eats.
She judges everyone she meets.
But loves them anyway.
And when you’ve had her,
you need her to stay.
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Salted
roggyscanvas:
You are the salt I am bound to lose in tears & in sweat.
You are the salt in the seas and beyond that calls to the salt in me; Beckon me my sails ache for your salty winds, strong, assured directional.
You are the salt I need in my wounds — Remind me I still feel pain (I’m not above it). Dispel my unfeeling invincibility cloaked around my shoulder This, false...
Anonymous asked: how do i submit a poem
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lzlabs:
I Won’t Say Goodbye
rides to airports
make me hide
tears of sadness
for it’s always goodbye
I’d rather say
see you later
catch ya next time
than have you taste
the salt of saline
from tears
that I cry
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nevermindtheraindarling:
You only liked the sea Because it left salt on your lips, Like kisses from a lover You hadn’t had yet.
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quarkinator:
Rolling down with a tinge of sweet bitterness
An imploded cup
Yet light shines amidst these crumbled ruins
As the sea claims what once was hers
Suddenly I see
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To dark eyes.
foramenovale:
Oh, dark eyes,
I knew the cost.
Knew that I,
Would be as damned,
As Dante’s sinners.
But I would give,
Everything to you.
And I did, as I turned,
And the very elements,
In my blood,
Rose up in rebellion,
Against my will -
A pillar of salt I shall stay,
Forevermore.
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Drowning
bitofareeder:
Great waves arose to choke my guilt
The platform for myself I’d built
Fell beneath the darkened tides
And underneath my body lies.
Waves do crash to smother me so
Choking and gasping, I’ve nowhere to go.
Air and water come mingled as one,
Filling my willing and ungrateful lungs.
Salt-stinging eyes are filled to the brim
As droplets of turmoil boil within.
Empty inside,...
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little grains of hope
saltedcrackersandajuicebox:
Time continues to go on and on and on
I feel like I’m constricted, stuck here
Things aren’t ever changing, still
There’s not anything for me
This existence isn’t mine
Here I am, lost, alone
Grains of salt fall
Counting time
Passing
Silent
…
Falling
Meaning
I can see it
Single grains
The individual
There is life within
Even the tiniest grain
No matter...
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Salt
idontcare-ifyoudont:
The salt in my wounds
Is more of a sugar
Sweet and sickening
Rough but not bitter
A constant reminder
Of their existence
It does not heal,
It does not hurt
There is no salt on my
skin, only sugar
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Grains of Salt
iamthecagedbird:
We are all
grains of salt-
falling to the soft
earth and
rebounding
in people’s lives.
We are all crystalized
in our own worlds,
and salty-
at times.
We are all small, insignificant, even lonesome
on our own,
but together, an inestimable force on a throne.
Most of all-
we are pillars of salt
giving flavor to this bland world,
and we’re constantly changing
the taste...
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Casting Shadows: When your thoughts are poetryyou... →
casting0shadows:
When your thoughts are poetry you forget how to write.
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You feel like it has been years since you last saw the love of your life. Six nights ago you were in each other’s arms, and the future was a good idea. Five mornings ago you parted, and the future disappeared. Tomorrow the future will look good again.
II
You remember the overnight bag sitting by your dresser and think...
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Submissions Time!
I’m so excited to start reblogging these! If you don’t see your submission today just be patient. It’s going to take me a little while to get through them all.
Thanks so much for participating guys! You’re all mint chocolate chip cookies in my book.
Love!
J
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You are that word that escapes me
You are at the tip of my tongue
I can taste the salty elusiveness
Of you
