109 (source)

Mark Twain (via quotemadness)

Fade

Even the best of The flames we come to know have To fade at some point.

-itzal

When I feel emotional semiotics I begin translating and I feel as though I am translating for him the reader I am seeking, my teacher, but I don’t like sharing my manuscript.

Trueself

My Trueself never    worries Listen to it

Quiescent Haikus ®, © 2016 by Karina Zerillo Cazzaro - (Translated by Leonardo Peusner)

–”Arremolinado océano, de zozobras matutinas, sin puerto.” © 2016 by Karina Zerillo Cazzaro

(via quiescent-haikus)

The stilly murmur of the distant Sea Tells us of silence.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

a.c. // you (via itsalittlebigworld)

Cracked fingertips

I have this fascination with your hands, And the way they crack around your fingertips As if you’re trying to escape through them The only way you know how.

I have never known one so trapped As you have willed yourself to be And so your fingertips crack For you to escape yourself Through the magic in your hands.

II.I.XVII

What’s your name? Does it matter? Have you melted down aspects of yourself yet Just because society tells you that’s what’s “politically correct”? Please be yourself the way we want you to be Because if you’re gay, trans or any other minority We’ll be certain to push you to endless tortures But god forbid you die in fight Because then, with your blood on our hands, we’ll say that you deserved that end Or even worse, we’ll label you with a hashtag and throw your death in the pile of the ones that claimed their rights

What’s your name? Does it matter? Today I’m a human but tomorrow I’ll be a hashtag My name, you’ll see it everywhere for about a week Because that’s the time it takes for people to not care Or for them to be able to murder someone else Because apparently the attention span of this society doesn’t extend much longer Unless you shout that “black lives matter!” Because to them “All lives matter!” except for the ones they murder on a daily basis

What’s your name? Does it matter? Im a feminist in disguise Unaware of how to spread the message of equality Because to anyone that listens to me “Pay us the same” becomes “Don’t shave your legs” And “Don’t change yourself” is heard as “Hate all men” Do you label yourself a meninist to erase the non existing decades of inequality your sex has faced? Or do you just do it because you’re too narrow minded to accept a simple change? I’m sorry, has my speaking out offended you? Should I go back to my kitchen and make a meal or two? Or even to my country, This is not where I’m supposed to be.

What’s your name? Does it matter?

Sunday Service, Hackney Wick, London, 2016

unimaginable the word was rattling around inside my fallow head for hours as i lay sleeping

of the tall chaotic houses on the hill and the wirepoles down philpot street and the spindly brothers in flowing black gowns gliding by on their spidery bicycles.

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I'm not

I’m not crying, I’m not crying,

Promise mama, I’m not dying. Not a corpse decaying in the sand. Waves splashing away pain, Soul go to Never never land.

I’m not crying. I’m not crying.

My eyes are marbles, A cold distant icy tundra, Ice over sapphire. Pieces slowly breaking, Water cracking from marble-

I’m crying.

-Sierra Garcia

Made

Dance with me

alone/together

In the midst

of many

You and I are one

Loving and fun

you in my arms

Won’t let you

come to harm

Charming and

alarming

Disarm me

with your smile

Stay awhile, love

forever

Here in bed

only you and me

Don’t you see

we were made

for this

I watched her Sliding, like shadow Flickering, in the Heat of the afternoon Sun, oh sun, shining Down on my face, equal Only to our lady moon Silver light spilled forth, like Graceful half-light, The blessed indiscretion Felt in between

I know I love you because I let you be the moon. And I said you were more beautiful than the stars.