Reblog if you are a writer.

youmaycallmereinette:

beingextremelycleveruphere:

paintedprintedpaper:

deductionhunters:

preservingsanity:

totallycumberbatched:

soufflenatural:

 

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Or someone who knows they can write and loves to write but never writes because they’re lazy and they spend so much time on this fucking website

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(Source: moriartys-stolen-tardis, via poetryandoldermen)

I’ve been so preoccupied with my new blog, I feel like I haven’t posted here in ages.

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Not so much a secret,
everything that I have envisioned for you and I:

stepping on diamond trees,
kissing you on pillows of marigold.

the touch of your lips,
the lukewarm breeze pressing against my face.

the look in your eyes,
the hot sand burning the soles of my feet.

me in side of you,
and your laugh reverberating in my ears.

mother moon

It was my life’s goal to reach
the mother moon.

She is the only one that stays
awake with me

When the bad thoughts creep in
and the monsters in my closet and

under my bed start screaming my name,
taunting me, torturing me

"Mother moon," I said,
“I adore you –

I tried with all my might to fly to you, to reach you.
But, I had forgotten that my wings were clipped

by the brazen hands of my
enslaved ancestors.

And as, I was falling down to the Earth,
the wind caught me and broke my fall.

I saw your smiling face, beaming down at me
as I closed my eyes

and opened my arms to
ready myself for Midnight’s embrace.”

Dear Tumblr Writers

Hey folks, unfortunately this isn’t a poem. Oops.

I’m making this post to make a half-assed announcement about my new blog – writemilkchocolate.tumblr.com.

In case some of you haven’t noticed, I changed the name of my blog from “It Could Be Milk Chocolate” to “A Clean, Well-lighted Place”. Well, the reason why I did that was because I much preferred the latter because, in short, my blog is my clean, well-lighted place. (It’s a short story by Hemingway; if you read it, you’ll understand the reference.)

But, I hate reblogging too often – even though I have this burning urge to do so – so I created a new blog to serve that purpose. Please, check it out and follow!

Thanks guys.
Del Mar

I Miss You

I would like think of myself as a poet.
Therefore, now I would like to take the time to

to plot out a great opening sentence for
this poem that I had planned to write about you.

But I cannot think of anything to say as
I am unable to formulate a grammatically correct

sentence for what I am feeling on this day,
as my room is shaded by an overcast sky.

All I can think to say, for lack of better words, is:
I miss you.