“where did you get the nerve
to take the shape
of the feeling
i was missing”
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“And so it goes that
some of our greatest loves will pass us by
with a fleeting gaze or graze of skin,
and we must learn to let them.
Because sometimes the people we meet
are only meant for us
to mourn.”
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“To get to that
someplace,
you must start
somewhere,
slowly,
with something
small.”
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“some people will
resent you
because
you don’t give them a
reason to”
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“I feel as though
I am a collection of people
who never existed,
but wanted to,
each at odds with the other
over matters of meaning
and life pursuit,
each clamoring
for my undivided
attention.”
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“You do not complete me,
but you certainly
compliment me
optimally.”
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“I release myself
of the self-prescribed notion
that I must bestow a rationalization
upon every feeling that passes
through me.
So,
here I am,
and here I begin
breaking all my laws.”
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I'll stand there on the stoop
one cold, crisp, colorful morning
in early November
with a gloved hand grasping
the flimsy canvas strap of my bag,
the other perched on the
black curly railing,
the leather slowly adhering to
the sticky frosted glaze
and through the hot cloud of breath
materializing in front of my face
I will watch for a few moments
as the city stirs, blinks, stretches awake
I'll then strut through the streets
atop a carpet of leaves
and I won't deny the feeling
that Earth rolled it out just for me.
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Sometimes my thoughts disturb me.
Well, I say my thoughts
only because they take up space
in my mind.
I don’t necessarily consider them
all mine.
Not always.
Not the unwelcome ones;
the thoughts that seem to come
from beyond the possible realm of my fabrication.
It feels as if they gain sudden entry
by means of implantation or injection.
And believe me,
they make their arrival known.
But I do not entertain their presence by dwelling,
nor do I ignore it.
Instead, I tell myself:
“This is causing damage,”
then suck them down into my lungs
and expel them forcefully.
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i promise you
it will become clear to you one day,
in time,
once the emotional baggage
becomes too heavy
to bear on your spine
and after holes,
too many to count,
have been eaten into your heart,
that if what you seek is
acknowledgement
and validation
for the pains of your past,
to prove to the world that
you have been mistreated
and grossly undervalued
is not to be bitter and cold,
but kind, and soft, and loving
exactly because of it
and equally despite it.
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soft as butter
barbed as wire
she suppressed no emotion
unapologetically attuned to her sentience
she carried her feelings at maximum capacity
allowing herself to feel
always and wholly
never shallow
was the water she swam in
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“Interests lined up to
the horizon and back;
passions galore.
She was unsatiated,
somehow,
still.
Indecisive evermore.”
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you are not owed
nor do you owe anyone
constant inspiration
or productive energy
so welcome creative dormancy
and fear not lackluster thoughts
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