take my soul take my heart back

artreture:

sometimes
you feel too much
in a short minute
that all you can do
is

sigh

(via pinksubmergence)

unfortunately, i’m giving you just what you want

and I think it’s sad. so sad

but i think it’s better this way

so you wont have to see what you dont want to see

and as for my fear that i still fear

to wish not to ever get tired ever

oh some damn things, unfortunately

he’s the one i have wished for back then

the one i never had but got inside

it’s good to know he’s there, just there

now that we cant do anything about it

he’s still there.. just there

watching and listening

he’s still the one i have wished for back then

now i understand why we never made it

nina-prim:

I flipped back the pages of his life

I saw a hole deep, open, wounded

He semi covered it with coldness

But I can see through it

I want to heal him with my warmth

I want to take his pain away

Even if it’s what he call his own

His bliss his soul his everything

I want to write new pages for his life

Transplant him with a heart even if it’s my own

For him to see right through me 

nina-prim:

these eyes wont get tired staring in your eyes

these hands wont get tired touching your hands

-Rakoskee

To make him smile, to make him laugh, to make him cry, to make him angry, to make him smile, to make him mine, I TRIED

nina-prim:

For the first time in my life

I understood the meaning of silence

And how it’s like to talk without a single word spoken

How it’s like to feel the sky within your fingertips

That for a second, I want to stay forever if not for five minutes

And feel the warmth of his palms as we twine our souls as one

And never ever let go for all the rest of time

I never knew that three hours can last for a lifetime

Times we meet for three hours, once a month

I cherish every word, breathe and warmth

Every three hours it lasts a lifetime

In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you. When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.

Comes the dawn by Virginia Shopstall

After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn’t mean possession
and company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts

Bonsai

All that I love
I fold over once
And once again
And keep in a box
Or a slit in a hollow post
Or in my shoe.

All that I love?
Why, yes, but for the moment —-
And for all time, both.
Something that folds and keeps easy,
Son’s note or Dad’s one gaudy tie,
A roto picture of a young queen,
A blue Indian shawl, even
A money bill.

It’s utter sublimation
A feat, this heart’s control
Moment to moment
To scale all love down
To a cupped hand’s size,

Till seashells are broken pieces
From God’s own bright teeth.
And life and love are real
Things you can run and
Breathless hand over
To the merest child.

- Edith L. Tiempo

you are everything. REALLY

I am overwhelmed. PERIOD

I am SPEECHLESS. there’s not enough words

-RAKOSKEE