By me- JR
- I am so very very
I am afraid that I will never reach the plane of intimacy that I romanticize about incessantly. I am afraid that the room I meet myself in is draped with cracks and ash. I am afraid I will never recover from that ruinous droplet I watched trickle down the side of the glass so long ago.
by meJR
- shadow
Under the wilted tree, hold your hands with me. For under soil, our souls will prosper. A life well-lived in aging bones. Lie with me in creaky shadow, we'll stand the test of time and stone.
By Me- JR
- So small
And I didn't like it. I didn't like the way the stars stared at me. I bet they laugh at me, a feeble speck of hopelessness. The stars know I envy their twinkle; their omnipotent beam. The stars laugh at me, though I can't help but extend my gander with gritted teeth, and culpable eyes. The stars shine so bright. Bitter, blinding, bright.
- by me
- Those two
There is no death in kindness and no spring in the holes. The chain does not bring grace and only a soul could hear of the walk. And only in dreams do we reach our place. Our righteous, forgotten place.
- by me
- christmas
But the end of the year is nearing, and no good will an old self do. So I must pack up right quick, and go into the closet too. Only then, next of year, will I go searching in that dark closet, tapping the walls and sliding the cupboards, looking for who or what I was for the latter year. For a glimpse of what I had been, to remind my longing soul of what not to be, and what should no longer bring tears to me.
Rogue Valley
- The Wolves and the Raves
But it doesn't trouble me as I lay beside the fire, I am easy to inspire, there is little I require. I wasn't yours and you weren't mine, though I have wished it time to time that we had found a common ground your voice was such a welcome sound.
outside JR
- Dully
And maybe that was the tragedy of it all. A gloomy human with a mind a bit too fuzzy, forever walking around a blank space of grey, trying to escape the inescapable buzzing glow in their ribs. To drown out that deafening call of the imprudent lake that so limberly cast them aside now and then. Like a dog's rough collar I am, always it seems, stifled around the edges, and too obtrusive in the dull serene.
outside JR
- My girl
Quite meek and shy, but somehow it seemed almost as if she always knew more than she let on. But she remained paralyzed, almost, with a slight glint of confusion, no compulsion resting atop her brows. She knew what she was doing, right?
outside JR
- So tragic stars
We cried under the stars that never forgave us for being too numb in the heart that we chose to stay put on this spinning, smoldering rock, instead of hugging them goodnight and humming to them our tragedies lost. The stars don't forgive us, and they won't ever soon, because to them we have betrayed what it means to be called the moon.
-Modest Mouse
- Little Motel
Remainders of a shooting star landed directly on our broke down little car. Before then, we had made a wish, that we would be missed. If one or another just did not exist. 'Cause that's what we're waiting for, that's what we're waiting for, that's what we're waiting on, aren't we?
Modest Mouse
- Little Motel-
I hope that you like it in your little motel. And I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well. Well, I can see it as time and a sight through smell and that's why it's nice to be by yourself. 'Cause that's what I'm waiting for. That's what I'm waiting for. That's what I'm waiting for, aren't I? That's what I'm waiting for, that's what I'm waiting for. That's what I'm waiting for, darlin'.
- Jimmy Eat World
- Cut
You came in, yeah you happened to me. So I waited and nothing else has since. I'm sorry boy, I'm not good for you no more. If it's your name in lights and if the time is yours. You'd be on your back, you'd be on this floor. It's the kind of night that I'd always hoped. And he's the kind of guy worth waiting for. There's always some baggage you gotta check. And yeah I'm trying, hope that you understand. I'm sorry boy, I'm not cut for this no more.
Jaha | May we Meet Again
- The 100-
And we hereby commit these souls to the deep, who at their last gave all to the world of the living and may be remembered forever until there is no more pain, no more suffering and the abyss itself shall give her dead and return them to us.
-by me
- legacy
I stand breathless, on a plane of water, hoping my heart will not falter. The whisper and melodies subside while I stand alone, cold, along a bridge miles wide. A bridge that only I can see; I think it's easiest to let it be. But leaving be only let it fester until my heart could no longer be a contester. It tried and tried, and grew, pumping, pumping but nothing left anew. The blood it pumped was dark and black, a symbol I wasn't to retrieve my old life back.
-by me
- oh to do
Sometimes, in moments of onset despair, I would lace both of my arms across my waist and anchor my hands upon my hip bones. I would do this to fake a sense of comfort. I'd stand utterly silent, lull my head, and listen. I'd linger for the subtle thump within the caverns of my stature. A melody only I could speak with. It was mine. A stroke only I could identify. It was mine but gifted from another. I'd listen because the rattle would shake the clamor of the outside world off.
-by me
- to you
And in the end, all we could do was rejoice at the matter of not ever having to experience death again. For we had finally transcended from our world to the next. A world of unimaginable possibility. A world of whole wonders.
Tyler Knott Gregson
- Be gentle
Be gentle, always delicate with every soul you meet, for every single morning you wake up, there is someone wishing, silently and secretly, that they had not.
William Blake
- Auguries of Innocence
This is an excerpt from the poem "Auguries of Innocence" by William Blake - To see a World in a Grain of Sand. And a Heaven in a Wild Flower. Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand. And Eternity in an hour.
Robert Frost
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
