kushandwizdom:

Words of Emotion
I’m starting to smell like cigarettes.

I’m starting to smell like cigarettes.

But why is my plate empty?
“I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again, for the sake of this poem. I am not the kind of person that things happen to. I am not the kind of person that things happen to, so I make it up. I draw the dragon and then I jump on its back. I take a feeling and I say ‘Do something! Become something! Help me or go away!’ There’s usually a boy. Sometimes not. Either way, there’s someone and they’ve hurt me. There’s someone and they don’t love me back, because that’s what I want. That’s my poetry. I’m sorry, you know? I don’t know what to do with the ones who have already been here, so I pretend. I play dolls. I change their names and their clothes and their stories. Call me what you want. I know what the truth is. I know what to put in between the lines to make it sting like a real thing. I know how to make myself better. Still, I wish I could touch my own heart instead of writing about what it must feel like. I wish I could do anything without faking it. What’s left to be honest about, if not this? What’s left? When things don’t happen, I kick up the dirt, I blow on the dust, I shake the snow globe. So what if dragons aren’t real? I bet you wish they were.”
oh-haroo:

More nature here
“The chemist who can extract from his heart’s elements compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, suprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love.”
ponderingcomplications: I promised I’d be better tomorrow. I’d stop drinking tomorrow. I’d lose weight tomorrow. I’d talk to you tomorrow. Well I still drink, and I didn’t lose weight, and I never talked to you again. Time is a funny thing. Tomorrow is an expectation, not the reality. If only I lived for today, maybe love wouldn’t have fallen away.

ponderingcomplications:

I promised I’d be better tomorrow.

I’d stop drinking
tomorrow.
I’d lose weight
tomorrow.
I’d talk to you
tomorrow.

Well I still drink,
and I didn’t lose weight,
and I never talked to you again.

Time is a funny thing.
Tomorrow is an expectation,
not the reality.

If only I lived for today,
maybe love wouldn’t have fallen away.