poe-tree and p-roses

about him

1. justmeandnotasoul:

   twenty pillows

   i carry twenty pillows on my back

   but not to protect from backstabbers,

   i just have a difficult time carrying

   them on my front; and the elastic i use just

   isn’t strong enough.

   my twenty pillows are coloured

   occasionally they’re bright blue and sometimes

   they’re pink. i don’t know, though,

   why i carry them around. maybe it’s because 

   a bolster takes up all the space on my bed.

   ochre dirt clings to the white of my satin pillow

   threatening to disrupt my s

   leeping p

   at

   tern.

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2. one line ruminations.

   blankpagesandinvisibleink:

   when you are in love with a writer you read with trepidation, either hoping that his words are about you, or fearing that they are not.

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3. waking up before you; 260512

   you still did not say much
   with your skin off, and smile hung up-
   -on my lips, packed away neatly in our cupboard
   saved for a later date, one where
   your arms will leave no scent on the jacket i lent you
   but marked on the skin i wear to meet you, then
   later shed, as the stars come out
   
   from over the edge of the sea, where
   the crumpled waves of white fall over the bed hesitantly, 
   the pale pink of your toes plays peekaboo
   squirming against my fingers’ tickle, then you turn away
   and still, though you do not awake to return my whispers
   
   yet you have said as much
   with your tightly shut eyes this morning
   trying to wriggle free of sleep
   and not from my embrace. 

4. 

   (Source: wecouldonlywhisper)

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5. 

   orbitingasupernova:

   shrapnel-heart:

   zerostop:

   goatpox:

   thegoodsonisbad:

   petitpanda:

   adriofthedead:

   thedruff:

   chandlerhandle:

   surfdog2000:

   adapadapa:

   adriofthedead:

   surfdog2000:

   goatpox:

   All bready to go…

   hey, quit loafing around

   Public transportation sure is crumb-y.

   I love this sort of slice-of-life candid photography.

   it’s better than walking, at yeast

   still a pretty long rye-d home

   I’ve had it with these half-baked jokes

   I’ll always rise to a good pun exchange

   Funny though, because with puns it seems like you got naan

   please doughn’t go this route with these horrible jokes

   Wheat did I do to deserve this…

   i doughn’t think you realize how much i love bread buns

   I kneaded public transport.

   I now present to you, ladies and gentlemen—The People Who Write The Titles Of US Pokemon Episodes!

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6. 

   (Source: leilockheart)

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   (Source: imgfave)

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8. 020512; (rework of170412)

   the way his breath inter-
   -jects hers with its unnatural pauses
   burrows into her throat, dis-
   -placing her air with its stolen sighs
   shivering down her arched back, dribbling down the side
   then collapsing into a wordless conversation
   of misplaced assonance folded neatly
   between the teeth of a key writhing in its complement
   and their goodnight, swallowed hastily through the open window

9. 240412;

   the smiles you bury in your skin
   have begun to bleed, secretions of sin
   tempting the uninvited. 

10. 

    re-fre-sh:

    Isolation = antisocial = Me

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