Our separation transmuted me into a grease fire of passion
Set to cool over two hundred miles
Above a sea of gloomy expectations.
No, lust is the wrong word for a feeling like this,
For fucking you does not steer the ship I’ve set sail on.
Your presence- To hold you- To converse is what I…
2 Their beady eyes jerk back and forth between the chalkboard and their notebooks. They scribble away, stuffing as many “facts” as they can into their mimicking heads, in an attempt to make themselves ultimately greater with each notation. They try so hard. They really do.
Who will be the lucky…
(Source: jameskwapisz)
4 IF I ever grow tired,
Too tired to driveTell me to pull over
To hand you my keysIF I ever grow lazy,
Too lazy to workTell me to shape up
And stop being a bumIF I ever grow forgetful,
Too forgetful to rememberTo water your plants
Or take out the trashThe date of your birthday…
To…
2 
POE!
Henry Miller (from Henry Miller on Writing)
(Source: scottiehughes)
There’s always a mess
just waiting to be picked up
wanting to be cleared
but its all scattered across the table
an army of glass soldiers
dragged through ash and dirt
a fire put out in each of them
and left to rot
Is this hell’s waiting room?
Or just a nightmare
I’ve walked through this graveyard
of cigarettes and lost causes
one too many times
In a place where light doesn’t share
In a place where no one fucking cares
I am here
I am still here
(Source: fuckyeahedgarallanpoe)
You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.
(Source: uncertainnoise, via gather-me)
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O! Sail away toward storming seas,
On a ship bold, and
Magnificent.
Hold warmth of heart dearly,
And the warmth of whiskey
Even more so.
Bask in each soothing, sound, sip,
Always remembering to remind yourself, not
Of love kept, nor love lost.
