May 2012
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S.
All sensory cues seem to diminish as time collects its gifts. They all blend together to form a collection of hues I can look back on some day. Blended together, it all won’t even matter anymore. But I’ll always keep in mind that each color, at one point or another, meant the world to me.
And how minuscule it will be, to see a portrait of experiences, memories, and moments plastered...
What I learned in my first year of college.
When people think of college and the experiences they have ahead of them, everyone pictures something differently. Maybe they see partying every weekend, always having friends around and perhaps going greek. Or maybe it’s more reserved and they see long hours in the library, numerous club commitments and friends with common ideals. The only thing that everyone see is the experience. It...
Jay Avenue: A Permanent Piece of the Sun →
On these California nights when it’s cold and quiet outside, I’ll light the embers of some distant, happy memory and find a tiny piece of comfort and a little peace of mind…
And it’s at this hour when every memory you have of a place is suddenly bathed in some golden tinge, like it’s something immaculate, or it’s in some way divine, or like you somehow...
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he has three souls →
rufiewrites:
his lips yielding only when he needs to breathe
he doesn’t speak much but he thinks much and he loves much
he has three souls.
he holds three captive bolted doors and rusted chains. he’s lost the key but he’s trying to find me.
the other broke free yet comes back for three it craves attention but not too much and he loves much.
he shakes the pen, palm-rolls its build, whispers...
quiet quarters: Our hands could almost know each... →
quietquarters:
Our hands could almost know each other. It is instinctive that when I drift off into the concious-less mine reaches for yours. I’d like to sleep that way: with the perfect measure of warmth enveloping us like a cooling cup of tea, our bodies liquid, light fingers resting on one another’s as a gesture of I’ll be here with you through the night. On walks home my eyes are pooled...
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Growing Up
I believe that this term is entirely a misnomer. I suppose we physically grow vertically, and that constitutes much of the growing “up”. But I believe that just as it is wrong to assume that beauty is goodness, it is also quite incorrect to assume that with greater age comes maturity. Because you can go through random shit at any point in your life that somehow alters you, and that makes you...
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The Truth
I’d rather be someone who tells the truth, even if it makes me look bad, rather then be a good-looking liar. We go through our lives telling lies to one another, just so we can endure the next day feeling that much better about ourselves. Is this what we have really come to as human beings? Good-looking liars treading water for days on end?
I’ve lost friends, simply ‘cause I enjoy telling the...
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something about the night
There is something about the night, those dreaded late hours of the night, when all the excitement and distraction of daily life dwindles down to an unavoidable quiet, and you’re lying in bed and cannot sleep—thinking, thinking, thinking, sifting through the vignettes of memory. Perhaps you dread the intimate silence trapping you, listening closely to your thoughts alone. If only we...
It isn't Misandry --or, Mis(s)-Medea'd
Women! Your men will eternally fetch you, hoist you on their broad, thick, shoulders and carry you like a knapsack full of kittens —either to the corner they baptised “whore,” or that other, opposite cubby-hole called “prude.” Do not let them paw you with their blunt armatures —once in your specified cell these men will turn you on your tail, peeling back the...
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Sometimes the words don’t come out correctly: they fast-forward in tangents, like the abandoned evidence of a faulty recorder, or trail behind, getting lost in the forgotten intersections, and then the traffic lights turn irreversibly red. The words could have reassembled before any damage was done, but there are speed cameras notched beside the memory lanes, and by then it’s too late to take...
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Supersede
Out from the darkness, into light
Overshadowing nightmares were dreams of flight.
Insight blurred the pandemonium
Insert knowledge,
eject the fear.
Supersed alone,
with God is here.
There are times when you face moments that don’t reach your expectations. It could be any event in your life, from a big set-back to a small mishap. You feel a numbness and void inside you, but whoever said disappointments were a “bad” thing. Disappointments are usually signals for an opportunity for change, growth, and progress. When you are disappointed, it gives you a mental...
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Chthonic Abyss
She didn’t have the foggiest idea where he was —there was a fluffy thought that, perhaps, he had sojourned to pick up groceries… and perhaps a pack of cigarettes! As her mind scrumbled and slurred, she became frenetically aware of her presence in bed; the musty, acidic scent of old sweat on sheets alerted Dina that she had been asleep, reeking of tarry tobacco.
Weakened by comprehension, feeling...
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vida-loki:
The contents of a summer day seem lost to me eight months later typing on a laptop and filled to the brim with nostalgia. Perhaps it was the memories that stirred from that new photograph you uploaded onto your lover’s Facebook wall; that new car that you christened something funny from the days when we still talked.
It was the memories that brought me back. The memories of old...
I was obsessed with knowing everything about anything. My fingertips, they would graze thin blades of grass as I sat in sunny meadows; my wandering eyes, they were virgin to ever coming close to seeing miracles happen. Running through the streets, up and down the school halls, to and from my parents’ outstretched arms — I was obsessed, downright obsessed. The vast comparison of my...
This Week's Topic: Childhood Obsessions
Provided by tjisawsome
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Attraction.
I’m attracted to minds.
Minds that are full of thoughts and objections, hardships and memories. Minds that are fertile and constantly changing, assessing all that goes on around and adding original spins on things. Minds that are creative. Minds that might be wrong, but entirely open to new information.
Minds that are perfect in all their imperfect beauty.
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I'm attracted to. . .
her eyes, calm and beautiful. Look further and I see the stories of her broken heart along with the memories she wished she could keep forever. I’m attracted to her smile the way it curves when I see her, making me believe that I am a potential source of happiness, not just joy. I’m attracted to her hair, long passing her shoulders. The feeling that I get when my hands run through it...
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24/30: "11 Things I Find Attractive."
wordsinajar:
1. A girl who’s not afraid to smile and laugh. Because there are days when the sun refuses to wake up and leave its covers.
2. A girl that can recommend a great book. Not good, but great. A girl who loses herself in words…and turns them into her own world. A girl who finds knowledge and lessons in her library, showing the value of words and how they can affect someone. How they can...
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all of her allure;
i’m attracted to the impossible. a combination of my wildest fantasies and my worst nightmares. a conceptual masterpiece that only exists inside my jaded bilingual imagination. think of her as an amalgamation of someone i only have the words to describe in the language of perfection with a transcendent shine of a goddess. a duality that exists only never. imagine an amazing girl that’s...
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Those fading glimpses of a future left me sobbing against the foggy window pane. Breathless sighs filled the frigid February night. Those broken levies of sanity withered away, those curled eyelashes sensually touching eyelids as I slept away empty nights wishing to seek finesse in the absolute core of my fragile being. The day I met that lonely back, the curvature of that spinal cord, was the...
It's like going to the gym
admitted-defeat:
Whether you want to be mentally fit or not is a matter of choice. We choose to carry around the extra weight with the intention to build endurance so that the extra thousand pounds we loft around behind our backs gradually starts to feel no heavier than a feather. It’s all about dedication and the desire to better yourself solely for your self-development and not for anyone...
April 2012
27 posts
I’d like for everyone to think of graffiti as an amalgamation of the two things. First of all, it is the purest form of art for it is neither for critical acclaim or financial gain. It is solely for emotional release and philosophical expression. As a combination of art and literature, graffiti entails the perfect balance between reading between the lines and visual interpretation. Street art...
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The Story of A Player
tjisawsome:
See I used to be one of the Nice Guys who had his head straight when he’d look into a girl’s eyes. Who wouldn’t mind spending hours listening to you speak about your bad day or bad week. Even if it was about the ex, I hoped a lullaby would make your knees weak, but I was mistaken and awakened in the Friend Zone. Where flirting was dismissed as friendly, where poetry and serenading...
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Damaged Goods.
“The face in the mirror is not brave, but we crave contact with her skin…” And while she’s got a brain like Einstein, her body is a sin. Constantly looked at for her curves & backside, everyone believes that she’s down with that life. Willing to be the video girl, just to add excitement to her world. If everyone knew that she sat at home, drinking coffee & spending nights alone, the...
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personone:
i only want something that’s as meaningful as meaningless gets. where we only love each other for the love and whisper sweet nothing’s in tongues. i want a love that’s like a lot of other loves all kind of mushed together in a wibbly, wobbly kinda text message. one that has almost fallen over; one that has all my hopes and fears written into it. where you’ll be able to know that...
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I'm A Jerk
tjisawsome:
You’re going to meet me and fall for me for whatever reason. It might be my body, my eyes, or the little things that you girls care about. I’m going to take note of every attempt you make at me and play it cool the whole time. I come to the conclusion that you want me. We’re going to date for a bit. You’re going to spend time getting ready and I’ll be late, but not so late that...
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Talents
(This was a scrap that I wrote for the talent show but that talent show never happened lol)
I heard this was a show for talents, but what act can I do if I have too many talents to show? Haha and maybe you could sit there and listen to me brag about how I could serenade you with strings and keys. Talk about my dance moves as I talk like a robot. Show you a trick when I toss and pull back on my...
This Week's Topic: Poetry
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Toy houses.
My childhood was a peculiar one. It wasn’t an Anne of Green Gables sort of home that reminded me of the colour green, but it did have ivy creeping up the back walls and romantically looming off the flat tar roof. I often found my father up there on the roof smoking his cigarettes and hanging his feet off the edge so I could tip-toe and touch them if I stood on the porch and tried. I was never...
Family. I think it’s rather sad to say that “family” has lost it’s meaning over the years. Brothers and sisters are now strangers. Cousins are enemies. And people have the mentality that sharing the same blood means nothing. Blood is thicker than water. You’re suppose to help one an other when they’re in a time of need, not turn the other way. Family has lost most of its meaning. Seeing how bad it...
Always forgive, but never forget
No amount of sorry’s or I-didn’t-mean-to-do-it’s could ever compensate for how bad you fucked up. But, you know what? You’re lucky I’m a very forgiving person. Forgiving to the point where even when I’m absolutely sure I did nothing wrong, I’m the one saying “sorry”. Why? Well, that’s just the way I am. I can’t stand tension between...
This Week's Topic: Forgiveness
Provided by hongjulie
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Towering shelves of dust.
There was a bit of tinkling laughter from outside the door, and among that tinkling, came the bells that signalled that someone was at my door. Slowly, I got off the old rickety straw chair that I’d gotten off a sale for two quid and manoeuvred my way around piles and piles of dusty books to greet my first customer in days.
There wasn’t a lot of people working in the store. Nobody wanted to work...
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Growing Up
tjisawsome:
A few weeks ago, I was watching Toy Story 3 at my pediatrician’s place. Since this was my second time, I could look it at differently than in theaters. Andy is really all grown up, heading off to college, and left with an unsettling choice of what to do with his toys. Again I wondered, what if our toys could talk? I had lots of toys, especially Power Rangers. As the seasons would...
I don't remember growing up.
I remember scraped knees.
I remember butterflies, and cheesy poems, and corny daydreams. I remember deceit and lies. I remember curious eyes.
I can’t find the doorway between naivety and wisdom. When is that exact moment called “growing up”? Isn’t that just another name for time passing by? Your steady progression of life? Or.. or maybe not. Why did we used to call older people “grown-ups” when...
The remnants of our memories have been bitterly scattered to the four winds, as carelessly as we treat fallen leaves. The days have begun to blur together, each morning and night no different from the others. What once seemed to be at the core of our godforsaken lives is now seen as trivial, foolish, petty. We watch our fading footprints recede from the soft shores of the beach, the tides closing...
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Who Pressed Fast Forward?
There is no structure to the following passage. I’m kinda just typing whatever comes in my head, at the moment it shows up.
I remember a lot of things that were “stressful” maybe fifteen years ago: Whether or not The Little Mermaid loved me back, times tables, using AOL without being caught by my parents, etc.
Four years ago, I was worried about SATs. Prom. The Geometry final....
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Growing up...
Each step of our journey, we gain a piece. We gain a piece of knowledge, of experience, of life. And at the same time, we lose a piece. We lose a small piece of our childhood, our naive outlooks on life, our simpleminded thoughts. We gain a piece; we lose a piece. Some things we throw away immediately, relieved that we can finally let them go. Others we try to hold on to, attempting to preserve...
This Week's Topic: Growing Up
Provided by rhydonsofthatmagnitude
It amazes me how people don’t seem to realize how good they have it. There are just so many fools out there who go hours on end complaining about the petty problems that shroud over their spoon-fed lives and nag about their picture-perfect image because there’s no one there to credit them. I don’t even think a fraction of the people I know have any idea what struggle is or what...
tjisawsome's Favorite Posts of March
If ever by giraffeoutloud
http://giraffeoutloud.tumblr.com/post/20160850172/if-ever
You were a bitter person by ayeinnoc
http://ayeinnoc.tumblr.com/post/20158920151/you-were-a-bitter-person-just-like-the-coffee-the
If I could spin by eloquentsoul
http://eloquentsoul.tumblr.com/post/19930497352/if-i-could-spin-the-entirety-of-stories-from-my
My religion is better than yours by artofvoice
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