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Two writers.


One girl.


One boy.


January 4th
37 notes
11:57 pm

Something lonely choked my words that night.
You changed.
Your voice, your habits—everything.
You don’t love me anymore.
There is nothing more exasperating 
than to be asked if you love someone
you no longer love.

Something lonely choked my words that night.
You changed.
Your voice, your habits—everything.
You don’t love me anymore.
There is nothing more exasperating
than to be asked if you love someone
you no longer love.

Filed as: love   sad   black out poetry   poetry   art   loss   change  

December 23rd
5 notes
5:33 pm

Old age Didn’t want to tell herShe is where she ought to be.
The day is giving A chance to Make itTheDream. 

Old age 
Didn’t want to tell her
She is where she ought to be.

The day is giving 
A chance to 
Make it
The
Dream. 

Filed as: poetry   black out poetry  

September 17th
440 notes
11:35 pm

thomasflight:

I hoped for the homeward road,My heart, my love. Have mercy, O Lord. My soul came through the darkness. Bound down by desire,Jaded by struggle

thomasflight:

I hoped for the homeward road,
My heart, my love. 
Have mercy, O Lord. 
My soul came through the darkness. 
Bound down by desire,
Jaded by struggle

August 6th
11 notes
12:52 pm

The shadows of gray fit her mood.She knew life was waiting for her past the drab.

The shadows of gray fit her mood.
She knew life was waiting for her past the drab.

Filed as: poetry   black out poem   black out poetry   art   life   love   shadows  

July 31st
1:34 am

Boy,

Forgive my silence as well.

I know you’re busy, but I can’t wait to create more art and memories with you.

-Girl

June 29th
1 note
1:35 pm

Her mind Was Wonderful.The memorySpun completely around. 

Her mind 
Was 
Wonderful.
The memory
Spun completely around. 

(Source: steady-steady)

Filed as: poetry   black out poem  

June 29th
3 notes
1:33 pm

Girl,

forgive my silence. 

Summer is a busy time.

- Boy 

May 29th
4:19 pm

May 29th
9 notes
12:32 pm

"Oh, I’m home!"She sang.It’s nice to be what I was. 

"Oh, I’m home!"
She sang.
It’s nice to be what I was. 

(Source: steady-steady.tumblr.com )

Filed as: poetry   black out poetry   art  

May 27th
4 notes
8:36 pm

Be there when I need a hero She begged. 

Be there when I need a hero 
She begged. 

s.t.