Pure Scribbles

“True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.”

-François duc de La Rochefoucauld

poems-and-lyrics:

openveins:

They and I forget
sometimes
that there are legions of better men
and others far worse off that
struggle with things that eat at them.
It’s hard to grasp
the likeliness
that we’re all the same
still suffering
and, in this itching revelation
I yearn so desperately
to maybe be
like the lesser few.
Naive, by far,
but in their ignorance
and shallowness
are vast shelters
of hope and bliss.
 

- http://openveins.tumblr.com/

typewrittenword:

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

(via rosiethewriter)

“Be yourself. Above all, let who you are, what you are, what you believe, shine through every sentence you write, every piece you finish.” - John Jakes

I thought you were forever

You and her

I never could have imagined

This

Broken hearts, bleeding out

Our worlds left stunned

.

Now, all our simple phrases

Take on new meaning

Who I am, how I act might change

Because I don’t,

Can’t

Have you fall for me

.

Too much of a fantasy

A dream come true

The one that I loved for so long

Who inspired and envoked

The words

From my soul to the paper

Could be mine

Pathetic! Insufficient!

Need I go on?

This balancing scale

Between flirtation and cold distain

Is ever against me.

How easy to judge myself

Through the rose-colored

Inner motivations I hide.

But instead I look callous,

Haughty, not even registering your discomfort.

Oh to take it back!

I can try harder, really I can!

I’m not as cold as I appear!

Rather, I see you as above me,

A porcelain doll to admire and cherish.

So how can I approach you? How dare I approach you?

When oh-so-lacking me

Could never compete with your shining attributes.

For so long you were my poison

My sweetened drink that left me paralysed

Still thirsty, still craving more

My emotions stranded on some shore

Where salt-water and tears

The bittersweet memories

Only served to increase my longing

.

Thought it would go on forever

Doomed to this spiraling addiction

But even as these wounds begin to heal

To crust over, turning ugly from your abuse

You pick me raw again

I’m left bleeding, bleeding, bleeding

So much red, so much pain

.

I thought I had banished you

From my heart, my life, my soul

Yet here you are again

Leaving? Staying? Which are you?

Heal me, or let me rot!

Because without you there is no cure

rosiethewriter:

When my cheeks burn a crimson red,

the blood is rushing to my head;

flushing my face with rose petals,

but stinging my dignity like nettles.

oh why deceive me vulnerable cheeks,

telling my secrets when my lips don’t speak.

My family bought me an old fashioned typewriter for my birthday! So excited to try it out and type up my work!

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