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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  transparency and dignity.
it came back as a slap in the face.
identical words.

i feel like closing my eyes
and falling...
just falling and falling...
i wouldn't want to fall forever.
but a long while would be nice.

strength is a mask.
so is a smile.

isolation is so vast
and so beyond perception.
ice in the heart.

what exactly am i looking for?
i don't quite know.

independence is not always a blessing.
i understand the allure of sending your deepest secret to strangers.
there's comfort in understanding with no judgment, no interference.
i understand.

so i won't intervene.
as pertaining to you.
but when i become subject.
i need to express.

turn away from my glaring
flaw.
retain my dignity.
salvage my sensitivity.
restore my transparency.
oh God..God just save me.

the wind seems to understand
she caresses my cheek
in comfort.
in wisdom.
its alright...the world is too big.
too big...
your desire is far overshadowed.
eclipsed by the greatness of time.

a ripple..
only a ripple..
but this will count.
only 84600 seconds in a day.
how many days...
everything must count.

grow up.
please.
its been too long, stagnant for too long.
if you don't move forward, time will clench
and you expire.
from greatness.
from growth.
from existence.

beauty in the broken.
unless the broken in you.
then all you see is ugly
by contrast.

there's someone i've been missing
im thinking it could be
the better half of me.
at the wrong place to try to make a right
and im tired of justifying..

there's a war between the vanities
but all i see is you and me
the fight for you is all i've ever known.

i get lost in the beauty
of everything i see
the world ain't half as bad
as they paint it to be.

everything i can be
is everything you should be
and thats why i need you here.

or maybe i'm just dreaming out loud.
but until then,
come home.
 


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