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inkneverdies:

When a tree dies
The rest of the forest doesn’t cry
But the earth hurts a bit
Oceans lose some strength within
In every sway of the waves
                                                                                                 

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the-apology-peach:

When the flood came,
I forgot how to swim.
Did I ever learn?
Will I ever learn?

Sometimes the waves
are gentle, the water cool,
but I can feel the sand
slipping beneath my feet,

and when I open my eyes
underwater, it doesn’t hurt
to look at the sun.
(Yet the salt still stings.)

Drowning has a way
of making you feel
light and heavy
at the same time.

When the flood came,
I forgot how to swim.
Did I ever learn?
Will I ever learn?

142 notes Reblog Permalink posted on April 5, 2013 }>Six Degree's Of Inner Turbulence: Wilderness

hijacked-emotion:

the wilderness is a kind place
to a lost soul.
it is solace to the broken down
and a cardboard box for the
found.
it is the emptiness for a cup overrun;
a glass cage for those
losing ground.

my mind is doused in brandy and
thoughts of you.
spirits of the netherworld tell me stories
of a…

134 notes Reblog Permalink posted on April 5, 2013 }>Poetry Travelling Scholarship

yeahwriters:

Amy Lowell is dead, but she wants to pay for you to travel the world. And write poetry. Nice.

More info here.

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242 notes

inkneverdies:

When a tree dies
The rest of the forest doesn’t cry
But the earth hurts a bit
Oceans lose some strength within
In every sway of the waves
                                                                                                 

247 notes

the-apology-peach:

When the flood came,
I forgot how to swim.
Did I ever learn?
Will I ever learn?

Sometimes the waves
are gentle, the water cool,
but I can feel the sand
slipping beneath my feet,

and when I open my eyes
underwater, it doesn’t hurt
to look at the sun.
(Yet the salt still stings.)

Drowning has a way
of making you feel
light and heavy
at the same time.

When the flood came,
I forgot how to swim.
Did I ever learn?
Will I ever learn?

142 notes
● Six Degree's Of Inner Turbulence: Wilderness

hijacked-emotion:

the wilderness is a kind place
to a lost soul.
it is solace to the broken down
and a cardboard box for the
found.
it is the emptiness for a cup overrun;
a glass cage for those
losing ground.

my mind is doused in brandy and
thoughts of you.
spirits of the netherworld tell me stories
of a…

134 notes
● Poetry Travelling Scholarship

yeahwriters:

Amy Lowell is dead, but she wants to pay for you to travel the world. And write poetry. Nice.

More info here.

13,777 notes champagne-paradise: xo
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