waxandfifties
Wax & Fifties
When reality lacks, words drip like wax, slip through the fingers like fifty dollar bills.
Herein exists poetry and art dropped by impassioned minds.
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Wonderland Has Come
He doesn’t know -
And neither do I -
How much time passed in the netherverse of love
How much power heartbeats have in times of need.
Years passed by without him near,
And mere moments since I have returned,
Thick with love and sweetness;
And we’re drunk on each other, again.
With every breath, I inhale a world that was mine.
With every glance, he takes me in.
This is not the love, the passion of children,
Of hurt adults fumbling towards ecstasy;
This is the love between worlds,
Between the seconds of real time;
This is violet love, of the kind Tesla knew…
This is fantasy-come-true.
Don’t talk to me of what might have been.
Don’t utter words of dissent, of discontent.
These are the times worth saving,
Moments worth living…
These are the worlds unseen and yet alive;
So:
Live.
And love.
Endlessly.
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P.S. I Love You Still
I fell into your world, my love; And here, I shall remain, in heart, Even if I am away, Even if I must away, Even if I am to be in a Wonderland of my own making... I fell here, first, my love; And here, I shall remain, in part, As I have for years, As I have for weeks, As I shall, again, until I find the mirror-gate returning me to you... There is a Hatter who makes tea for two, Who protects his M with kindness, Who tempts Alice with long-coated horses, Whose silver steed drives like the wildest things. There is a girl whose land is elsewhere, Yet finds life in Wonderland rings With yet too-familiar courses Of behavior with him all-too true... And yet, we pine in distance; And yet, you are right here; By some grace of our natures' providence We touch what we hold so dear... And you are in my heart, my love; And here, you'll always stay, No matter time may come or go; No matter how many worlds away... For we have already broken rules Set upon us by else-worlds' minds, Still: As precious as Majesty's jewels, Each other's hearts, we find. Stay with me. Love me. Be with me. We shall never fear nor be torn apart; For we are as Titans, as magical as gods With all we've ever seen.
#new romance old love#old flame#poems#poetry for romantics#romantic poetry#true love never fades#love poems#love poetry#poets on tumblr#poems on tumblr#love#Alice in Wonderland#true stories#true romance
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You stole my heart again with kisses Placed upon my neck, With fingers clasped within my hair. You stole my soul again with wishes For time together, With promises laid bare. You stole my mind with longing For your lips on me, Words sent through the nethersphere... And then... Nothing. And more nothing. Until my love, My soul, My longing, Sailed unanswered in the air. You spoke repeated words of friendship, Promised to uphold my passion... But what if all my worlds of passion Are worlds filled With only You? What if you are my aspiration, My heart's dream made real and true? What if you fulfilled my soul's wish, Whether or not acquiesced by you? Would you crush me again Until I believe the world you do? That you and I and romance Exist only in lives we knew? This is not the end of romance. It is not a sixteen-year-old's dream. I do not refuse my heart's chance I'll not live my life so lean. So, come back, if dare you, once again In years hence, when my heart is whole, When my love for you can live; Let's try this friendship, love or lust... My heart cannot cease to give.
#love lost#love poetry#love poems#love#crazy in love#poets on tumblr#poems on love#poems on tumblr#poem#poetry#romantic poetry#poems#poets#stop breaking my heart#the way scorpios love#when scorpios fall in love#scorpios in love#scorpio#two scorpios' romance
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The Road To Giving Up
“he’s just not that into you…”
It’s been a week since I’ve heard from you
Sweet words of love
Of tenderness
“he’s just not that into you…”
While one man in Turkey and another in Greece
Beg my attentions, spoil me with affections,
Pull for my presence, promise me peace
“he’s just not that into you…”
I suffer long, lonely days alone, abused still
By absence, by affliction, by the remnants
Of abusers banished
“he’s just not that into you…”
And wonder, worry for your beauty
Wonder, worry for my own…
Reminded by your native enemies…
“he’s just not that into you…”
No sweet words come at last.
No fond words of affection.
No desire to be present…
“he’s just not that into you…”
And even my white kitten comes,
An angel with silent steps and passionate love-bites
To remind me of my own…
“he’s just not that into you…”
You’re just not that into me, are you?
For, if you were, your words would spill;
For, if you were, I could do no harm…
“he’s just not that into you…”
for, if you were, you’d get back to me,
share words of peace,
feather me with beauty…
…just not that into me…
…and I fade,
my love burning like a pyre,
my heart aching like a martyr,
my mind begging for a champion,
my skin abandoned of your touch…
“he’s just not that into you…”
and my eyes spill, slowly, for the truth….
[Edited] My heart breaks as I read:
"...I'm just not that into you."
#love lost#the road to giving up#when scorpios fall in love#when scorpios love#two scorpios' romance#the way scorpios love#scorpio#poetry#love poems#love poetry#poets of tumblr#poets on tumblr#poems
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The Sea
The sea has swallowed me. I knew it would happen, one day: I'm Meredith, of the sea, from the sea; I'm Mer, just the sea, returning to my home, Returning to me. But I thought it would happen with the sea: While sailing, While swimming, While surfing. Yet, I see the world through shimmering currents Flowing with instamoments, Captured in my memory. I forget that I can breathe under water, That I can flow with water, That I am water... Or mostly thereof. The sea has swallowed me, And it is hard to breathe. Breathe, Breathe... Inhale your substance, Be free in yourself, Sail in your existence, Swim, Be alive. It is not a bubble that surrounds me, But waves and waves of me. I am free; I am merely mistaken: I have mistakenly believed myself to be Not myself, Not of myself, But a foreign entity. I am free. I am me.
#poetry#poems of tumble#poets on tumblr#existence#emotion#depth#depths of emotion#depths of me#Scorpio
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The Death of C & S
Feels different, now: Feels empty, like we're both hiding some dirty secret. You won't look me in the eyes; I can't smile at you. I don't want to lie to you. We were children, for a moment. We were happy for days, Two friends across a room, Two strangers giving love For nothing more than a common simplicity. No one cared but us. No one demanded anything of us. No one really knew, but us. It feels different now. It tastes different now, Like stale bread, Like spoilt milk, Like turned fish. I don't like it; I think, neither do you.
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Being with Nick Mulvey
I don't want to talk anymore of pain. I don't want to remember all of the hurt I've caused others Others have caused me. I don't want to talk anymore of fear; I don't want to talk of being unafraid. I want to love To live To be. Let me be; Love me if you will; Live with me, if you can... If you dare. I won't judge you, anyway. I just want to be, To be, To be free. Let me be... And be free with me If you will If you wish If you may If you can Let it be.... It's time for the past to die. We let everything die... Let everyone die... Let this die. Let love die. Let, this time, the past free To be To die Let me free And die this moment Every moment To foreverness Until foreverness Has no meaning... Until we are all free.
#freedom#love#live#foreverness#let it be#let go#poetry#poems of life#poets on tumblr#poems on tumblr
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Love In A Criminal World
Don't tell me you want to get to know me When I give you all I am. I'm not made of the times we share, Not made of the things we do, But of the life I live, The ways I love, And how I see the world. Don't investigate me like a criminal, For I've done nothing wrong to you Except give my love Boundlessly To a man Who thinks he does not deserves me.
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Stunning 3D Illustrations Are Carved Into Obsolete Books by Isobelle Ouzman
Illustrator Isobelle Ouzman creates stunning book sculptures with the use of an X-Acto knife, micro pens, and watercolor paints to transform discarded books into intricate sculptures. By recycling these books for the use of art, Ouzman practices an immense demonstration of patience and love. Her three-dimensional drawings feature woodland creatures, dainty fairies and secret hiding spaces in obscure forests. She confesses: “I value books greatly. With technology the way it is, not many people are as willing to read physical books, so they sit untouched and are discarded.” You can find more of her creations on her Etsy shop, which is open to commission.
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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.’
Lewis Carroll
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Amazing poetry.
Roll,
and splash around
through my warmest ink;
let it streak your body,
spilling into mind,
while
steadily
warming
your bluest veins.
Step barefoot through
my intentions,
stripped,
wading this man’s
inner everything.
Close
your eyes,
allowing yourself
to become the parchment
of love’s enduring
landscape;
catch
the pulse
of inspiration’s
heavy rains.
—me ॐ
#romance poetry#poetry#poets of tumblr#poets on tumblr#love poetry#romance me#romance#poems#photography#black and white#reblog
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The Return
I waited. I learned. I did not leave, nor quit of my feelings. Why would I, when love IS? Why would I, when you ARE? Why would I, when I AM? I waited. I learned. I felt you so many times, and I still loved you; I knew you always loved me, too. Why wouldn't you, when love IS? Why wouldn't you, when you ARE? Why wouldn't you, when I AM? I waited. I learned. I did not give up hope - though almost... And you returned. I don't know how long it will last - but I will still love you; I don't know how it will look - but I will still watch you; I don't know how you will be with me - but I will give to you... Because love is, Because you are, Because I am Always.
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You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do, love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
Warsan Shire
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This is so beautiful, and it resonates so well with me.
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Paradoxes Bleed in the Black of Morning
You still hold against me that I love you. Who is the fool: you or I, When, yes, I am alone, But you are without the knowledge of either of us, Without the peace of our friendship, Without the knowledge of me. We are taught that we are allowed no mistakes, in love. There is no turning back, No forgiveness. We deal retribution in love as if we knew better, As if we were ones to teach An everlasting energy How to be. I still love you. I still live you. I still know you. I still see you. Perhaps I do not know what you want me to be, Perhaps I will never be as you wish me to be, But I love you And that is everything. You still make my heart break with your sadness. You still make my heart leap with your joys. You still make my mind warp with your ways. You still make my loins ache with your beauty. Break me again and again, I will still be yours, eternally, As I am every man's whom I love. Do not ask me to render this paradox sense; I only know it's true - As I know you are mine, too... For every moment you gave yourself to me Lasts, lives... And I miss you.
#love#love lasts#love poetry#love poems#poets of tumblr#poets on tumblr#missing you#until the end of the alphabet comes back#I still love you
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Mirrored Love
Shall I wake you to your true desire, Make you face the life you dream; Bring you back to the realm where you and I exist In a world greater than fantasy? I sense your struggle to uphold yourself, I face with you your fears; But how can I communicate across the silence That you are safe with me? You know I love you. You know I'll share. Come home to me. Come home with me. Let me give you everything I am, Let me take all that you are, And sail, in love, into infinity.
#love#love poetry#romantic poems#poets of tumblr#poets on tumblr#poems on love#poet#poets#poems#romance me
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Just reach out and touch me...
The sun shines outside upon wavering leaves, Clothes spin rhythmically in the hall's machine, And the kitten climbs over the hills of my hips, Massaging tiny claws into my slender waist: Intoxications, all, thick with poignant quiet, Tense with the slipping void, Tight with the ticking of time, Deep in the afterglow of you. A chill blankets me, I curl into the shadow of a new-old energy; Visions billow behind closed eyes, Dreams-wants-desires filling the miles between: Sailing the seas, spilling joy with the sun's kisses; Careening steadily through trees on mountains high; Speeding on lost highways under the moon's laughing grin; Growing the magic of love with mutual friends... So many seeds we planted in our late-night meeting, Wishes dangling like fire-lit lamps on our path; When you are ready to dine on peaches and pears, When you choose to wake or fall into a dream: I will be there to taste your lips again, To breathe fire into your heart, To wander far into our world, To be the never-ending beauty that is ours.
#love#new love#romance#waiting#love poetry#love poems#poets on tumblr#poets of tumblr#poets#romance poetry#when scorpios fall in love#scorpios in love#poetry
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