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Reblogged from leaveyouapen
I don’t even know what
poetry is … what is poetry?experience
examination, exploration, explanationI suppose.
saying the right thing
so far removed from the right timepoetry hurts your feelings
after you thought you could never be hurt againor maybe
my dead mom
my ex-girlfriend
laughter, pain, confusionYeah, I write love poems but
they always feel like hurt poems.But lemme really tell you what poetry is to me:
it’s the mixing of feelings between me and youYou read something I wrote and say
“shit, man, that was funny, you are pretty hilarious!”And I read the same thing and think
“wow, I was really in dark place that day.”That’s poetry, about finding you somewhere
in the mire of myself and making me better
with your eyes.
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When people talk about Tumblr in public…
Reblogged from andallthatfunstuff
(Source: kar-park)
why do i do this to myself? i hate my ends. the skin im in. the world im in. i want to be in a glass case. separate. unwhole. parts. distance. i want to be away. i dont want to participate in reality. the stuctures the lines the people the interactions. end.
Reblogged from mister-comedy
The year is 2042. “I was born in the wrong generation” a teenage white girl sighs as she listens to One Direction and cleans the lens on her vintage iPhone 4S.
(Source: breadstickfanclub)
