1. Peaches

    From the East came a man whose face was shallow and dark,
    His ears drooped and his eyes were sunken,
    And his chest so thin you could see his heart.
    Before he fell to his knees to die,
    He told me of his life
    I listened and cried and quietly obliged
    when he asked me to cut him down.

  2. The City

    The other night I dreamt of the most beautiful city in the world, built over a river whose current lay still. The waters glimmered black, and the reflections from the illuminated windows of the skyscrapers created an illusion of a night sky. I was alone. I swam through the river until I reached a window, close enough to the waters that I could peek into it.

    There was a man who sat at a table all alone. He cried as he stared at the flame of an old candle that had dwindled down to its last few flickers. There was a sudden surge of sadness and the man began to weep, crumpling his head into his arms on the oak table. The flame on the candle shuddered, and the light in the window was gone and once again I was alone in the city.

     

  3. feeling really bitter right now

    i made it, i made it, you’re fake and i hate it
    where were you when i didnt think that i would make it,
    basic basic, im in it for survival and my instinct instinct
    is to say fuck it, i guess i wasn’t worth it, worth it

  4. random

    nostalgia is the feeling of what
    we can never obtain, glimpses of hope
    of feeling the purest of emotions…
    she reminds me of…
    this place…
    what do these things represent?
    what is this feeling of nostalgia,
    a feeling so imminent, trying to
    convey to me, something about this world,
    this life. i look at the mountains, the northern
    faces of sheer grandeur and i long for a world
    that i never knew
    never seen
    never even heard of.

  5. And a voice came from my heart,
    speaking to me, within.
    She told me I was alone,
    but this moment would not last forever.

  6. we just some tree city legends, i got lost in time
    i pray to see heaven every time that i rhyme
    and if i die before i defeat the fake and wicked
    take the mic out of my hand and keep killin it
    -denizen kane

  7. lay

    the deceiver meets his match. 
    plans hatched to kill the one
    with weak eyes.
    her disfigured figure, a testament
    to the cruelty of providence,
    sighed with every bent hip,
    clouded knees pitted against
    the dark soil of the mother.
    her bones creak, crack, snap
    the wind can take her away
    but she doesn’t sway.  

  8. basketball on the floor
    sitting next to the door
    basketball on the floor

  9. 12:29

    the walls speak to me
    clearly and obediently
    as if they existed merely
    for my pleasure. their wit
    is cunning and quick, their
    anger is swift and their tears
    run freely. the words they speak
    are majestic, forcing me to
    cling on to every blessed syllable
    and rhyme. but all they are, are
    fucking walls… maybe i’m just going
    crazy

  10. Annabell

    dirtyprojections:

    I am tired, 
    Annabell;
    Fetch me some tea,
    please, and 
    something quiet to
    read.
    All I want is a sleep as
    deep as the sea;
    For you to sit here next to me and
    breathe.

  11. i wonder, if there is a limit to my words,
    if one day i will wake up
    and have nothing new to say,
    nothing new to write.
    when everything will be nostalgic
    and every thing that happens
    will be deja vu.
    will i still experience, will i love life?
    what will happen when i see the sun
    in every angle possible,
    when the new scars are just
    to reinforce the past ones

  12. Oct. 1

    You knocked on my door and I opened it
    just enough to see your face,
    just as I remembered, the dark brown dye in your hair
    and your smiling eyes that peered into mine, searching for
    the reason of my sadness.
    I wondered why you had visited me,
    why you had waited ten long years to reappear
    in my dreams. A wistful whisper, I wished you had
    spoke sooner.

  13. if i die tonight

    If I were to die tonight,
    I wish for a few of my words to remain. 
    An apology is needed to this world,
    the wind never knew my name.
    The trees believed in me,
    but I never saw in them, the same.
    I forsook the sun in time for the end
    and took to the grave my sins.

    Perhaps,
    tonight was the designated night
    for my soul to wander.
    The mountains around me swoon and
    crane their necks closer to the skies
    and I cant help but wonder if they too
    yearn for paradise. 

  14. I want to show her one poem
    which is the poem of my life. But I hesitate,
    and wake.

    — Adrienne Rich, Twenty-one Love Poems (via wordsfrompoets)

  15. There was a time when things understood humans

    and trees waved viciously at the enemies

    that surrounded them with torches and

    singed blankets; when the hills roamed freely

    upon the earth and grass was greener

    than money.