How shall I know, unless I go
To Cairo and Cathay,
Whether or not this blessèd spot
Is blest in every way?Now it may be, the flower for me
Is this beneath my nose;
How shall I tell, unless I smell
The Carthaginian rose?The fabric of my faithful love
No power shall dim or ravel
Whilst I stay here,-but oh, my dear,
If I should ever travel!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Roses are red,
Foxes are clever,
I like your butt,
Let me touch it forever.(And that’s about as poetic as I get.)
i thought of you, while in the shower
and i thought of how nice it’d be
to have your things among my things
along the bathtub’s edge
and i imagined myself running out of soap
and using yours
and wearing you to work, and the grocery store
and i imagined that night, laying down beside you
and smelling your neck
and finding out where all my soap had gone
(Source: abigailpaige)
I am not lost.
I am here, wherever ‘here’ is
and I don’t need finding.
It starts with your breathing.
Everybody’s lungs are heavy with something-
mine; half tar, half hope.
We carry our own life belts
inside our ribs.I saw you in my dream and
life started that next morning
and it starts walking home in the rain
under stars that hold no solace
and it starts with fear and
it starts with the tonic chord.I can’t tell you how it ends but
it will have been worth it.
she tries to get things
out of men
that she can’t get
because she’s not
15% prettier
- Richard Brautigan
There are just
some days
where I wake
and feel like
the crumbs
left behind
when
the last piece
of bread
has been
eaten.
Typewriter Series #385 by Tyler Knott Gregson
