Teach me what beautiful is. Guide me under your hands and show me the beauty of exposed skin, small finger shaped bruises that line my hips, pain that passes into pleasure with such subtle motions that I can sink into and drown before I realize I'm submerged. Show me your beautiful, a beautiful unlike anyone else's, because you can only be who ( Read more... )

I spent a night turning in bed ( Read more... )

The world, for me, and all the world can hold
Is circled by your arms; for me there lies,
Within the lights and shadows of your eyes,
The only beauty that is never old.

- "Beauty That Is Never Old" by James Weldon Johnson

the spark in his eye was sign he was alive ( Read more... )

My wet pet
a minnow
in the middle
a menudo
I'm a noodle
but I'm new though

It's the out-of-town affair with the made-for-tv-heart break hanging in the air ( Read more... )

constellanic and Shakespearen ( Read more... )

Due to some recent random events, I was reminded of a few poems I stumbled across. They are somewhat amusing and inspiring and the imagery is stunning, as well as the message behind the words. Both are by Billy Collins. Enjoy!

( Purity )

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road ( Read more... )

in cerebellum recesses
and pieces of the unconscious
are the most honesty you'll ever know
detagged by words
dragged down by the wise
through and through the chambers
of consciousness arrive

unknown unaware unspoken

broken breaking to survive.