I wake up
on the
moon,
my last breath
caught in my throat;
bottled in smoldering lungs,
holding on
to the remaining pocket
of air
you and I
shared
with our last
kiss;
a ghost’s whisper,
broken strands
of summers spent
kissing the sunlight
off your fingers,
nights dreaming
of love
you
could not
accept.
I wake up
on the
moon,
my heart cold
in your hands
and
my last
breath
still warm
on another woman’s
skin.
Sentences That Will Never Make It Into a Poem
He knew nothing but the slits.
Doing the inappropriate dishes.The green he was wearing was unstoppable.
About thirty of them, orange.Patronizing him, the birds, at 3:00.
A double-play caused the cane to press.From that angle, the brown cadillac seemed war-like.
At least the tray gave most things.A Hispanic man wearing a British shirt touched his bike.
It is not about how much thought you put into it.Was it his destiny to try again?
The money was all spent.On its side, an independent seed dispenser.
A philosophy he had purchased once.
53This list of 100 novels was drawn up by the editorial board of Modern Library. Where possible, book titles have been linked to either the original New York Times review or a later article about the book.
Sekah’s Note: I put a check next to the ones I’ve read. My score is 26/100. I’ll have to…
(Source: The New York Times)
291 Chekhov (via wwnorton)
My dash is dead.
if you reblog
all time low
we the kings
green day
nevershoutnever!
blink-182
sleeping with sirens
the ready set
the summer set
all american rejects
boys like girls
coldplay
foster the people
forever the sickest kids
bowling for soup
a rocket to the moon
cobra starship
a day to remember
fall out boy
paramore
hot chelle rae
pierce the veil
woe is me
asking alexandria
escape the fate
circa survive
the wonder years
or bring me to the horizon
reblog this and I will follow you :)
(Source: longlivealltimeblows)
Jordan is just so perfect to me in every single way. His music is amazing and beautiful. He just seems to be so incredibly sweet and lovely. He just seems like he would be the absolute perfectly ultimate best friend. He is absolutely adorably deliciously gorgeous and I would kill to have him as my boyfriend.
“I need a little more thunder, a little more lightning, a little more you. Be my lantern,help me shine on through…”
(Source: simplistic-fascination)
So, I had a practice test in my wonderful AP Lit/Comp class today. And I find it amazing that the last poem in the packet was directly related to my life right now. And then I realized, holy shit, I’m stupid, poetry always relates to my life. And then I realized again: holy shit, my life sucks right now. Being lead on for a good two months and then dropped like a bad apple is upsetting. Complain, complain, etc… But then I read this amazing poem (in which my teacher describes as obscure), and loved it. And I got to thinking.. life’s pretty damn obscure, so why am I trying to deal with it myself when I could have free therapy from brilliant (sometimes dead) artists? I don’t think anyone will ever read this, but I don’t give a damn, cos the keyboard is listening. Are you?
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