Whimsical Enlightenment
Ask and you shall be enlightened.
arts and hearts
xoxo
I have nightmares that you no longer exist and it terrifies me to the point of paralysis. I fear your absence and crave your prescence like a Christian at the foot of a cross.
(via yeahwriters)
Perhaps he knew, as I did not, that the Earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road.
(via literarynerd)
When you walk into a room the atmosphere changes. For me at least. I can sense you there, even amongst a crazy crowd. It’s your soul mine seeks out. You’re the only person my real-self doesn’t shy away from. When my mind becomes purgatory and I’ve dug too many black-holes for myself it’s you that pulls me from it and opens my eyes. I get nervous when I know I’m going to see you. But then I’m with you and you calm me down, Jesus, do you even know what power you have over me? I have no interest in any other woman any more. I don’t seek the company of anyone else. It’s sad I know, that I’ve become so completely absorbed in you. But you are the woman I never thought I’d have. The paramour I always wanted, my Wonderwall.
where I end
you begin.
(via graciouswords)
He left last night without saying a word, and I didn’t really mind all that much. I always wanted to be the one to walk away first, but I guess after three years and a few bruises and broken bones it was time for him to move on without me. I wish I would have shot him on the way out. In his thigh…
Anonymous Asks:
whimsicalenlightenment Said:
18 and 8 months. :)
Write something for me. Be it a poem of a song or just a short sticky note. Write something to make me smile or cry or laugh. Put pen to paper and make me feel something. Scribble in a moleskin read some Dickens and Blake. Listen to Yesterday’s pupil and write to me about how they inspired you to write some more. Or if you prefer write your own music and let that inspire me. I just want you to be the closet poet and the novelist I had always wanted.
I feel like i wanna make rhymes right now,
but articulate syllable counts and creative
rhyme schemes can’t portray the specific
emotion that I’m holding down at the moment.
I have to write swiftly for the timer I have to continue
shortens and shortens every millisecond housed
within the…
But only one or two inside my head
These days I cuddle up to my guitar instead
But oh, what I would give, not to stumble but to really fall in love
And I could substitute my singing for the sound of someone sleeping next to me
He slides his hands around me and they cover my ribs. I always feel so small with him. He can pick me up so effortlessly and when he holds me its like my entire body is cradled in his embrace. He is powerful and intense and he makes me feel frail. He grabs me with such intent, that sometimes it scares me, but then he kisses me as softly as a lullaby and I’m soothed again.
(via waybeyondreach)
I use to write about you. But I’ve run out of things to say. Without your presence, my pages are as empty as my days.
(via eroslight)
