1. 12:14 8th Dec 2012

    Notes: 11

    Reblogged from ebbingusually

    Tags: poetrysimplesimplicity

    Weeping

    I would
    I will
    bend willows
    for you.

     
  2. 48

    Your fingers run
    like white wolves
    between black trees. 

     
  3. Red Eyes Wild II

    last night i sat upon my bed
    and cried until my eyes were red;
    how strange it is to rise from bed
    then paint my lips and eyelids red.

     
  4. urban jungle

    full moon tonight
    and the sirens are howling 

     
  5. 28

    You turned me from the moon path
    that split the silver sea,
    held me in a dark lagoon,
    and wondered of ways to leave.

     
  6. craftjunkie:

Jewelry Holder {How to}
Found at: julieannart

I’m going to use paper clips instead of S hooks because I’m a poor university student.

    craftjunkie:

    Jewelry Holder {How to}

    Found at: julieannart

    I’m going to use paper clips instead of S hooks because I’m a poor university student.

     
  7. 22:57 2nd Jul 2012

    Notes: 5

    Reblogged from ebbingusually

    Tags: poetrysimple

    eudemonia

    ebbingusually:

    take me home
    lay me down
    love me into
    oblivion 

     
  8. 14:46 11th Jun 2012

    Notes: 5

    Reblogged from ebbingusually

    Tags: poetrysimple

    Fire Lemonaloe

    ebbingusually:

    The soap in my sink
    crackles comfort-like
    the fire in my hearth
    if I had one.

     
  9. 02:15

    Notes: 5

    Tags: poetrysimple

    Fire Lemonaloe

    The soap in my sink
    crackles comfort-like
    the fire in my hearth
    if I had one.

     
  10. Losing My Hair

    Feet were bare,
    my bronze hair
    artfully pared,
    many nightmares. 

     
  11. Ferry Crickets

    The crickets are singing outside.
    How rude to ignore their lullaby!

     
  12. Twenties Girl

    like the queen of the world…or
    home
    cardiac echo, ultrasound

     
  13. Palm Sunday Couplet (or Couplet of Triumph)

    spread your palms
    on my dusty backroad 

     
  14. The wind picks up

    My candle burns at both ends
    On one hand
    And my moon
    On the other hand 

     
  15. Weeping

    I would
    I will
    bend willows
    for you.