tattoolit:

Narnia tattoo. 

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The body is beauty, the body is art, the body is our canvas

moderateclimates:

Let’s Go Live

I have lain in fields where the grass was not as soft as your silk skin. 
The dew was not as heavenly as your fingertips caressing along my cheek.

I have entwined daisy chains and adorned you with them, 
calling you queen and my lover.

For you are.

I have not fallen in love until this day, 
the day when the clouds move with every beat of your heart, 
and when your darkened eyes command storms of lust and romance.

You have made me breathe quick; 
you have made me dance in the rain in the middle of the night.

You are an outpour of emotion, and I 
pray, 
       pray, 
              pray, 
that you will never stop moving me.

You will never stop moving me.
You will never stop moving me.
You will never stop moving me.

And I will never stop loving you.

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This set my soul on fire and I found that she does enjoy free-verse 

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iamthehuntress:

I am your little marionette,
dancing for you, singing for you,
speaking only when spoken to,
all for you;

I am your little marionette,
crying for you, lying for you,
happy only when you
allow me to be;

I am your little marionette;
my heart beats when you tell it to,
only when your squeezing…

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rakuli:

Her path is, was, will be, paved with razors
Sprawling now after crawling so long she is stalling now
The appalling trail leading her here is bleeding
The calling hail feeding her will is receding
Her cooling blood is pooling and congealing
The fuelling tugs are no longer fooling her feelings
…

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tattoolit:

dry is the desert, wet is the rain
your love for me is not in vain.

I’m 22, and I just got my second tattoo from Sharon Creech’s Walk Two Moons. It was done by Carlos at Energy Tattoo in Santa Barbara.  

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moderateclimates:

For you, again, I write an exploration of the psyche;
a well of unimaginable beasts that we have heard but not seen.

The plodding in the night, three in the morning, past the bathroom
which whistles like an old man (while it was really just an open window
that your mother…

I have been placed in a room with these people

How odd they are, their movements so familiar but their faces blurred

They point at me, those grins locked tightly on their faces

Looking down upon me… Why cant I see them?

The doors are locked the windows shut

If I only I could dive into the sweet pool of escape

To pick the locks and go beyond this door

Ive escaped many times but always do I return here

Always am I in this room with these strangers whom ive met before.

My days are numbered 

The clock ticks its final demands

My heart stops as I gaze at the skies

The judgement has claimed me and my sins

The people I’ve left behind and the questions I’ve raised

I apologize for them, I repent for my regrets

All I can ever hope is to stay in this place

And relive those days of my innocence

But to what it taste of honesty to live a lie?

Only on the world’s last breath will I know the answer