February 2012
rubbertoebehe:
I want to kiss you Below your eyes and your waist, And hold you highest.
abstroosetantaloose:
Did they call them “Pines” Because they wait, or because I wait like one now?
s-e-l-e-c-t-r-i-c:
I chose these pixels
over the world so I could
become immortal.
jenniferwrote:
My heart’s in your hands.
How can you do this to me?
You’re not even here.
mister-selfdestruct:
Sleep is my prison - the monsters are inside me, eyelids; locked cell doors.
byallflowers:
love, I say, ere I know it—you draw it from me like water, like breath
Weaving webs
antmuni:
When we tuck ourselves beneath mountainous blankets then wrap ourselves up
in a web of warmth, circulated by the beats of our lovestruck hearts,
nothing could seem so impossible as lying alone tomorrow,
where our bodies do shudder and shake as the last crisp leaves of autumn.
“The world of dew
is the world of dew.
And yet, and yet —”
– Issa a haiku (translated from the Japanese)
ladyonawire:
The magnificent
Orb that rules the sea of
Stars will never lie
k.i.s.s.
abstroosetantaloose:
A pucker of lips; a collision of stardust; strange aeons make love.
500daysofart:
Is it my fault
That the only one I want
Is you
Sail Calm Seas
bbest4u:
Smooth water, calm wind love dreams of sailing calm seas create day like that
vmi9926:
laying on my back brilliant summer night sky on your loving eyes
©2011 v.j.m.a.
eibomb:
Natural beauty Giant red rocks on all sides Tales of the distant
“Happy,” I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words like Love, that I never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don’t have much faith in them and I am no exception—especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel...
~only these words will come out from my heart~
i love you as always
freestylist:
Sometimes, these days are exceeding the speed limit. Time is passing by.
abstroosetantaloose:
Rain beats down the roof While the pitter-patter of Heart beats drown it out.
“I am no more than
unspilled words on a tattered
canvas of feelings.”
– (via graciouswords
)
“I twine a silk scarf
Catching little white whispers,
Your tongue sails sweet...”
– A Hannan (via sultrysoliloquy
)
Haiku 137
haiku4u:
While you were sleeping
I lit the morning sky clouds
Ablaze with kisses.
thisgrrlwithhands:
We both look at the same stars. So even if we are apart We are together, in a way
dotsandstars:
two lost passing ships. at night, under star lit skies. patience, i’ll find you.
growth
twelfthmoon:
Fraction by fraction.
Unnoticed until you see
just how far you’ve come.
from leo to aquarius (zodiac)
laxink:
you are my water,
that rehydrates my body,
quenches the lion.
“My head and my heart
battle over whether it’s
right that I love you.”
– GMK (via orias
)
haiku of the day
serenesonrisita:
you came unannounced with simple words you conveyed sweetness abounding
Haiku 133
haiku4u:
Your hand becomes mine
and worlds pivot recklessly
in that one moment.
broaddaysilhouette:
paint me a picture
of anything you fancy
anything but love
Distance
postgradpanic:
Your voice at the end of the line closes the gap that lies between us
13. writing
eggmoon:
The digging: the scrape of metal on bone — my pen seeks my soul’s language.
enlightenedshadow:
I wish to steal time
To add hour twenty-five
And speak with you more
soaringunderground:
When was it last that
Your heart beat so hastily
That your lungs gave up?
“Smell of Irish Springs
lathered into your soft skin;
Vibrant, pale beauty.”
– (via yesthisispam)
“Gasps caught, held precious
Mouths like cages, kept secure
Orgasms built slow.”
– 14 of 18. (via elegantanagram)
abstroosetantaloose:
Energy turns back
Entropy, locally. So,
How to melt two lives?
~thoughts of you are life's blessings~ #sixwords
“The heart’s pace quickens
when basking in a presence
beyond words or thought”
– (via wordswithheld
)
freestylist:
In the library ,
I breathe inside your pages —
I’m checking you out .
246
ducko:
When I close my eyes
I see colors and magic
Escape from the world
afternoon
haikujin:
cold air on warm skin afternoon light through bare trees february sun
ngogo:
I’ll soon close my eyes,
dream a star into the sky,
and ask it for you.
silly haiku.
toandfro:
i swim in the stars,
when your touch has faded—
back-stroking in light.
“I wish I could slip
my fingers between yours and
feel at home again.”
– (via dear-soulmate)
9and9:
Your hand is my map and the lines on your hand are my topography
luistriesliving:
Sometimes the way I
look at you reveals too much,
and yet not enough
eternalmonsoon:
There on the mountain,
Where the pale sun once rested,
Stars have descended
Haiku #7
iidid:
The grain of the wood Reflects the life of the tree; And all its trials.
