when kafka said “all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding” and when richard siken said “if you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”
(via heldinhishands)
turbulent magnetic fields
A bunch of poetry, some assorted quotes, and the occasional political comment.
Take you back home.
– Lukas W.
"I did not bury the hatchet. I have the hatchet in my hands. I am building myself a new house."
Brenna Twohy, from Swallowtail (via buttonpoetry)
(via brennatwohy)
I want late nights on rooftops
and cross country road trips.
I want to wake up on the beach
to your hands on my hips.
I want to get high and undressed
or blast the music in your car.
I want to drive without a destination,
just following the northern star.
I want lukewarm beer and plastic shoes
and cherry slushies at 2 am.
I want picnics on mountain tops,
I want forts made out of sheets
and late nights when we listen to the sound of our heartbeats.
I want to eat raw cookie dough
and I want Kodak-moments galore.
But what I want most of all
is for us to be something more.kat sage // summer love
"Sometimes when we wish
Upon a shooting star
Laying in our beds at night,
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We’re really wanting
To just be kids again.
To get to dream, love, play.
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We look up into the sky
And see the vastness
Of every beautiful thing out there,
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And we want to feel love.
We want to be small
But still important.
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Sometimes we pray
For a miracle to come
However God may send it,
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But we forget about shooting stars–
How to receive,
We must be willing to catch."
"Crying out a hallelujah
In the darkest night,
Hymnals written
Kneeling on Calvary
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Harmonizing voices
Desperately lifting
A hallelujah praying
To be loud enough
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Shaking and sobbing
Begging a hallelujah,
To be washed clean
Clinging to a savior
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Whispered slowly
With heads hung
The hallelujahs
Of God’s creation
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The compass true
In the upper room
The hallelujah
For dawn has broken.
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Echoing back down
The insistent incessant cry
Hallelujah running blind
Is the answer sought out
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Redemption from
The waters emerges
In the tears of
A broken hallelujah
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True joy lying
In those unseen
Hidden away
Hallelujahs in between."
"
I would have told Hosea to leave her.
No one should have to hold on, I’d say, to a heart that doesn’t want them back.
No one deserves a straying soul, a fleeting kiss, someone who devotes themselves more to the dirt than ever to him.
There are better women with less stains on their clothes, I’d convince him, they will love you like you deserve.
You shouldn’t have to crucify your sainthood for the sake of her.
I would have told Hosea to leave her. But I’m glad he wouldn’t have listened.
Because, how many times have I deserved to be forsaken? How long have I fought off my destiny of being loved unconditionally?
Since my first breath, born with clenched fists, I’ve lived half in the shadows, half in my idols, half in the worth I find by giving myself away to temporary places.
How many times have I been an imperfect bride?
I’m a goner, I’m Gomer, and I would have left me a long time ago. But instead of moving on, God never did, for His grace covers me more than my mistakes ever could.
"the ultimate unrequited love - Christina Hopp
a poem from my book The Morning After Relapse
(via heldinhishands)
(via nonelikejesus)
"This is why every song
Is about sixteen;
About freedom and
Going just a little crazy.
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This is why sixteen
Is precarious love
And a strong dose of risk-
Roll the dice, would you.
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This is why youth
Is the peak of glory,
We could just take off
And run without losing air.
"
"Life’s a balance
Of give and take,
That much I’ve learned.
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But how much give
Is just enough
And how much is more?
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How much take
Is not doing your own work
How much is healthy?
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What is adaptation,
Growing and improving
Or masking and tucking?
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Is accepting love
You haven’t earned
Graceful or guilty?
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How steep of a learning curve
Is proud progression
How shallow is flailing?
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How much together
Is safe and strong
How far can you lean?
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It’s all a balance
But where it lies
I know not yet."
"I wish I had started living sooner
I wish I had laughed and loved
and learned to be me
when I was younger
I regret
so much
the things that I was too afraid
to do
the moments I didn’t
live in
the laughter I decided not
to share
only after days worth of climbing
mountains high have I found
what I was missing
and who I am
I am not shy
I am not scared
I am not cowardly
I am not weak
I am not who I thought I was
so maybe I haven’t found
who I am
but at least
I know what I’m not
now I have started
living
and all the sudden,
it’s all I want to do
for on the open ridgelines,
under skies clear, clouded, and condensated,
away from the clutter, complexity, and noise of the world,
and among trees lit up in gold, red, green, and bronze,
crossing streams agleam with sun and moonlight,
seeing things so beautiful and wonderous they
physically ache and you feel it in your very heart
I have realized
that there is nothing more valuable
than feeling the fierce fire
of learning and loving
to live"
to live // E.B.C. (via dreamsarelikedragonflies)