the ink in which i write

Silently I stumble On roads to yet be known With nothing in my hand And below me only stone Without...

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 22:47:26 +0100

Silently I stumble

On roads to yet be known

With nothing in my hand

And below me only stone

Without a destination

No curfew and no rules

I strive to constantly stay clever

But my thoughts are thoughts of fools

So loudly my dreams rumble

Like lightening, storms, and thunder

But when I can stop walking

That, I will forever wonder

Photo

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 21:38:23 +0100

aseaofquotes: Sandra Cisneros, “Eleven”

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 19:54:08 +0100

aseaofquotes:

Sandra Cisneros, “Eleven”

Remember those days

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 03:01:22 +0100

When we were in school

And we were restless

It was all quite

liberating

And you were tall

And I was short

It was all quite

the same

And we were young

And we were dancing

It was all quite

extraordinaire

And you were drunk

And I was sober

It was all quite

okay anyhow

And we were in love

But not with each other

It was all quite

one-sided

If someone cries silent in the night, but see does no one ever Is for someone the dark a fright, or...

Mon, 23 Apr 2012 20:39:27 +0200

If someone cries silent in the night,
but see does no one ever
Is for someone the dark a fright,
or is no one not that clever?

Wiped a tear, from my chin you did But why the cause you never saw My words were dressed, in stress...

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 00:12:52 +0200

Wiped a tear,
from my chin you did
But why the cause
you never saw
My words were dressed,
in stress and pressure
They danced
Away from the mind
of yours
They danced
Away and now hidden are they
Gone

I don’t want to be the word, I want to be the meaning behind it

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 00:01:57 +0200

I don’t want to be the word, I want to be the meaning behind it

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 00:19:24 +0200

Some arrogance dipped in vanity, you take a sip and then proceed You claim equality, but only if...

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 00:16:08 +0200

Some arrogance dipped in vanity,
you take a sip and then proceed
You claim equality,
but only if you’re in lead

If there is something I really dislike, it’s when people have to remark on how...

Sun, 15 Apr 2012 22:28:32 +0200

If there is something I really dislike, it’s when people have to remark on how “easy” or “light” a book is just because it’s written for young adults or has gained a lot of positive response from the general mass.

Sure, there’s tons of bad YA literature and only a few of those books might be considered classics in a hundred years, but does it really make them less readable than books written by, for example, Nobel prize-winning authors.

Even if those YA books aren’t very thought-provoking or new-thinking, they are the gateway to finding all the gems that hide in the ocean of literature.

Sometimes people get tired.

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 00:39:20 +0200

Sometimes people get tired.

Is it possible to live in the shadow of yourself?

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 15:35:07 +0200

Because I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m doing.

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Wed, 11 Apr 2012 22:30:19 +0200

Photo

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 22:18:39 +0200

"Every author in some way portrays himself in his works, even if it be against his will."

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 16:40:51 +0200

“Every author in some way portrays himself in his works, even if it be against his will.”

- Goethe

Alone

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 19:02:37 +0200

Alone. Why am I alone?

I’m not alone. I’m here. Thinking thoughts of bliss and understanding, of wisdom and thoughtfulness.

With you?

I guess, but I’m not sure. Are you here? Are you thinking, too?

I hope you are, expanding your views to unknown measures. Like dust, like clouds, like me.

Can you feel that wind against your face? It’s me, brushing my lips oh so gently, just to make sure you won’t forget the feeling of being close.

"Heaven’s not a place that you go when you die , it’s that moment in life where you..."

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 11:08:12 +0200

“Heaven’s not a place that you go when you die , it’s that moment in life where you actually feel alive.”

- The Spill Canvas (via wordstodieby)

Have you ever lost someone?

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 21:48:00 +0100

Have you ever lost someone and yelled to them

beyond walls of life and death?

Screamed without making a sound,

as if it would make your hand grasp theirs for one last time?

Cried out and prayed to whatever god that might be listening,

prayed that there had been a mistake.

It’s a painful thing,

this yelling and screaming and crying and praying,

because it helps very little, maybe nothing at all,

to fade the stripes of grief and salty water and tiredness

that you wear like a mask over your face.

But can you help it?

No, not the slightest can you stop yourself from

yelling and screaming and crying and praying.

And if you can, then my answer is no.

You haven’t ever lost someone.

"Writers aren’t exactly people… They’re a whole bunch of people trying to be one..."

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 21:38:00 +0100

“Writers aren’t exactly people… They’re a whole bunch of people trying to be one person.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald