Stumbling Thoughts

I like words and the things they create.
It's pure magic.

Sorry Ma’am

Sorry ma’am, I can’t listen to your story
Although yes, I’ve noticed the weather.
It’s clear and dry,
And hot and humid
And about to get much wetter.
Sorry ma’am, but I cannot stay
For I’m trying to solve a puzzle.
A mystery that I didn’t see
Until they told me to look.
Sorry ma’am, but I have to leave
And ask them for the answer.
Maybe they’d reply
With the secrets I must know
Or maybe they’d giggle and shy away.
Sorry ma’am, but the possibility is there
That everything might be fixed by the secrets that I’ll learn
And then it won’t matter if it is ‘exceptionally warm.’
So sorry ma’am, but I cannot stay to chat.
I’ve got secrets to uncover
And questions to ask
And solutions to discover.
It’s really quite important
And I haven’t got much time.
So sorry again, but ma’am, I don’t care about the weather.

Say what you said, say it again.
They tell me I’m crazy,
But you told me I’m golden.

—The Weepies -Little Bird

These days I’m afraid of everything,
I suppose cause everything will die.
For who wants to love what they will lose?
It’s so much easier to lie.
Sometimes I feel like drowning,
Actually it’s more like most of the time.
Every now and then when I’m sleeping,
I still have a dream that I’m flying
And I wake up crying.

—Alexi Murdoch -Dream About Flying

Dark is a way and light is a place,
Heaven that never was
Nor will ever be,
Is always true.

—Dylan Thomas

I was too thoughtful to be happy. It was this everlasting thinking which distressed & tormented me; yet there was no getting rid of the subject of my thoughts.

—Fredrick Douglas, ex-slave (via blowjobsforcancer)

(via crookedsmilesanddirtylooks)

If vision is the only validation, then most of my life isn’t real.

—Sam Sparro

You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.

—William Shakespeare (via modernise)

#my quote book

(Source: emilybreadner, via cattail-down)

Writer’s Block

Voices dying to be heard,
But lacking motivation.
Hiding in the midst of excuses,
Lies all our determination.
It’s all unclear,
Like I’m losing inspiration.
The words wandered off,
On an unforeseen vacation.
Never saying what needs to be said,
Placing the pen slowly down.
Pressing ideas,
Moving backwards in my head.
Reverse through progress,
The flip side of my attempt at success.
Squeezing tighter,
Lays the noose around my neck.
Blocking words from escaping,
Closing off my screaming throat.
The voice is silenced,
But rages in my head.
Begging for release,
But never becoming clear.
Muddling in circles.
Twisting through each other.
Parading my mind in an idiotic march,
While my pages stare blankly back at me.
I continue to be silent,
Ignoring the raging fire burning out.
Awaiting the smolder of defeat.