quintessence

submitedtoelisabeth:

Dying petal just once cast from rose

then in through open window flows

when in dead air the current slows

this outcast petal settles low.

 

The room all silent except for clock

It ticks it’s tock as seconds drop

from Time’s heart of stone and rock

to fall like rain as petal rots.

 

Left in soft repose with no retort

these empty words can not distort

that all things shall come to nought

which is all this dying petal sought.

 

And sigh from open window flowed.

(via 10paperoceans)

(via likeoceanwaves)

anthology-of-roses:

I tried to write you a sonnet,

But the words never seemed to rhyme. 

So I started to just write prose, 

But it came out wrong everytime.

I would write you a song,

But I wouldn’t know how,

Besides they’re too long,

and repeat themselves too much. 

I really just want to find words for you,

To show you how much I care

Because I know its difficult to believe

When my good moods seem to be so rare. 

I want to just come out and say it.

No fancy couplets. No witty turns. 

I love you.

anthology-of-roses:

You cannot imagine how distracting you are.

You constantly pull my focus from the rest of my life,

I cannot work, eat, or sleep without thinking of you,

And thinking of you consumes all my thoughts

And renders my brain incapable of processing anything else.

But don’t you see?

I love how you are my daydreams 

And even nightdreams too.

You are all the good memories that keep me sane

And the little hopes that get me through the day.

You’re the happy corner I retreat to in my mind,

And the quiet grounding room in my heart.

Of course I always think about you.

You are often the best thoughts I have. 

submitedtoelisabeth:

My dreams are honeycombs built by swift bees.
Drenched with golden brown sweat, hexagon hells.
Made brazen by love to a hollow tree.
On August nights when the roots were tired.

Than held countless lives which seemed abundant.
Sleepless nights contained within thin wax walls.
That soon burned joy in December and danced.
Melting fast with frenzy fury and fear.

In remembrance to candle effigies.
There were somber clouds carrying the smoke.
An incandescent incense of my dreams,
masked aromas of anger in April.

Storming winds of silence, whispering life.
Pacing past puddles of confusion.
lost leaves of loneliness blowing away.
Blissful within the seasons of madness.

Now in rest taking time to rhapsody.
kneels under another August night sky,
To a journal of limbs and broken bark.
Lightheaded and bearing boldly his dreams.

anthology-of-roses:

We cannot always have a perfect day.

Sometimes we’ll argue or get in a fight

Or sometime’s our lives will get in the way

And we can’t see each oth’r ‘till late at night.

But no matter what, I refuse to sleep,

Until we’ve talked and I know you’re still there.

And I know you still want my heart to keep,

And you know, despite the bad, I still care.

So even on the days that aren’t the best,

I know together we will make it through.

Before you go to bed to get some rest,

I will always say, “Goodnight, I love you.”

A perfect love is not always perfect,

We press past the bad because it’s worth it.

(via likeoceanwaves)

leaveyouapen:

The morning words of poets
who missed their midnight

sleep have the potency of
the world’s most wakefulness

inducing coffees and teas,
the heated aroma of roasted

thoughts, and creamy smooth
emotional transitions

are the intentions of a good- 
morning indeed.

restyourmind:

I declare my love for you
I will shout it from the rooftop
I’m not afraid to show the world
That I am hopelessly devoted to every inch of you

anthology-of-roses:

Six Word Love Story

anthology-of-roses:

Breathe in the quiet,

The calm won’t last forever,

So take it in now.