Relativity.

shadow-writer:

I don’t think
about you much
anymore.

I don’t think
about air either,
but I need it to breathe.

Leather Notebook: I could count every molecule but it would not matter

courtneythewriter:

I count the creases on these
pages. I count the names.
I peel them and tape them together,
I bury them beneath

solid waves, watch the ripples
envelope them, circle above them.

I am floating, floating
from my body, floating above
the crippled tendrils of
white billows.

I count the birds…

The one who knows.: The Twins

davestriderthetimetraveler:

In form and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother,
That folks got taking me for him,
And each for one another.
It puzzled all our kith and kin,
It reached an awful pitch;
For one of us was born a twin,
Yet not a soul knew which.

One day (to make the matter worse),
Before our…

could have done with a good edit: The Owl and the Pussy-Cat

idiolectical:

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
…

Racals Never Die: Two Dead Boys

racalsneverdie:

Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout,
I’ll tell you a tale I know nothing about;
The Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor.

One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight;
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their…

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (via trailers46)

Jude Conlee's Poem-A-Day: 16. The Most Stupid, Fragile Thing in the World

jude-conlees-poem-a-day:

I’m fairly certain that

if you look at

me too closely, I will break into

too many pieces.

It’ll be enough for

you to count – my existence is

not remarkable enough

to warrant infinity – but

the number will

be high enough so that you

will regret

having to…

There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
They said he wandered very far
Very far, over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

And then one day,
One magic day he passed my way
While we spoke of many things
Fools and Kings
This he said to me

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return.

“Nature Boy”- Eden Ahbez (via sparklycb)

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