Your brain is a landmine

the-whiskey-writer:

Darkness
doesn’t grow
it pulses
and there are
faultlines
in my brain
cracks
where sunlight
refuses
to go

We’ve all
done shit
we can’t
take back



intentions.
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just one of my fav out of too many.
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pursuer-of-happiness asked:
this isn't a question, more of a fact. your writing/poetry is life to the dying soul. I seriously cannot stop reading your pieces. I write, but one day I hope to make words walk off pages like you do. #FAN

the-whiskey-writer:

Ahhh thank you so much! It makes me happy so many people enjoy my writing.

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the-luscious-curlbombs:

TheLusciousCurlbombs
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beauty
lensblr-network:

wreathed in mist (Zittauer Gebirge, 2014)
by Anja Schwenke  (conceptworker.tumblr.com)
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Will someone tell me why
I can’t tell my heart and mind
From each other
And I swear I’ve lost myself a thousand times
A thousand times, I swore at my mother for the first time

And I don’t know what to believe in
We say words without no meaning
To each other
And I swear I’ve lost my way a thousand times
A thousand times
I swore at my father

For the first time x4

Cut it off before it lingers
And rust the veins beneath my fingers
And I always suffer
And I swear I’ve lost my way a thousand times
A thousand times
I swore at my mother

For the first time x4

I swore at my father
I swore at my father
I swore at my mother

And I’ve been elsewhere for far too

Long, long

And I’ve been elsewhere for far too long

Vincent Willem van Gogh 
Paintings
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Now all your love is
wasted
and who the hell was 
I ? 
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breath
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