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What does your heart desire to ask?   Express Your Heart  
I am making this blog to post poems and short stories that I find and like. Some pieces are my own. I would simply love if some of you wanted to submit your own works:) I hope you enjoy this blog!<3

mybiggestdemon-isme:

You were the lighthouse that guided me home, but the light went out.
My ship crashed into the rocks and started sinking.
I called for help, I asked for a rope.
You threw an anchor and turned your back.
I tried to let it sink without me, but it caught my foot and dragged me down.
Now I’m drowning and there’s no rescue in sight.
The ship has sunk, the captain is going down.
Remember not the way I drowned, but the way I survived for so many years before hand.

(via mybiggestdemon-isme)

— 1 month ago with 8 notes
it’s in you

thefitwriter:

you’ve got the power

create
butterflies

fill yourself with
joy

open your eyes
see

the colours surrounding
your soul

you are

your thoughts
feelings -
actions

you are your very own
fight

— 1 month ago with 13 notes

runningmandz:

I am not a wobbly stool

sitting in your kitchen

that you must restore balance to.

I am a freshly planted flower

that needs sunlight and tender care

to grow.

So please,

do not try to fix me

but rather be the rain

that my roots can absorb

to make me lively again.

— 1 month ago with 195 notes
"My Thighs" →

runningmandz:

On our way to the restaurant, my best friend is talking about her Spring Break trip to Cancun.

Or at least I think she is.

I’m too busy staring at my thighs and thinking

“how could two things take up so much space?”

The thighs of the other girls I look at don’t do that.

Their thighs are…

— 1 month ago with 78 notes
Muscle Mandz: 9/27/13 →

musclemandz:

I never thought I’d be that girl,

the daughter who opens her own skin to breathe;

the sister who has so many skeletons in her closet, she houses a graveyard.

I’m a ghost with a beating heart.

A shell of someone that used to have life.

Self-loathing and Prozac swim in my veins where my blood…

(Source: runningmandz)

— 10 months ago with 5 notes
"If my son were gay,
I’d slap him
With a nice high five.
Because coming out to your dad,
Takes balls that most men don’t have.
If my son were gay,
I’d beat the hell out of him.
Because he said he was better than me
At Super Smash.
(He basically was asking
For me to kick his ass.)
If my son were gay,
I’d kick him out of the house.
Because why waste June on video games,
When there are sports to be played?
And just because he likes making out with boys,
Doesn’t mean he can’t tackle the shit out of them, too.
If my son were gay,
I’d call him a douche.
But only because this morning,
He ate the last peanut butter cup in the house.
(The jerk knows they’re my favorite.)
If my son were gay,
I’d still give him the talk.
I just wouldn’t have to worry about a baby in nine months.
If my son were gay,
I’d make fun of what he wears.
Because damn, son,
Those heels don’t go with that dress.
If my son were gay,
I’d tell him to be proud.
Because you’re human no matter the gender
On the other side of your mouth.
If my son were gay,
Nothing would be different at all.
Except that twenty years down the line,
I’ll be expecting a handsome son-in-law."
"If My Son Were Gay" - Nishat Ahmed (via 50shadesofacceptance)

(Source: sickwithsyllables, via wolf-inhumanclothing-deactivate)

— 1 year ago with 254382 notes
Big Black Sunshine: The Bedroom →

bigblacksunshine:

I entered the bedroom and envisioned her asleep under the creme colored blanket - the swirled black and gray patterns mimicking the slopes and shapes of her hips and legs. I had lost count of how many times I marveled at her glow and thought: My God, she is beautiful. I thought of the gentle hue…

(via samisamachine)

— 1 year ago with 39 notes
she will be loved: I forgot I wrote this. →

daysfullofsunshine:

Dinner of Roses

Again awake
How long was I out this time?
Hunger takes over me. My stomach chimes.
I remind myself of the fall in the lake…

…blackness, darkness, fade away.

The colors of the world have faded.
My meal today is blood red roses?
The scent finds my nose. My mind, invaded.

— 1 year ago with 1 note

lamortdemal:

The flowers have died

The oasis dried

The love is dead 

But it keeps getting in my head 

(via lamortdemal-deactivated20130522)

— 1 year ago with 3 notes