"People run from rain but
in bathtubs full of

— Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966 

(Source: layll)

So so true

So so true

(Source: itsamieeokay)

"That’s what’s tormenting you. Happiness. Conventional happiness. Scary, isn’t it?"

— La Frontière de l’Aube

Nonphysical realm,
you have learnt it from the past lovebirds
They are your cup of a tea, your grotesque part,
something about existing
Yet as far as their concerned, you don’t.
You know you have lost,
at the time when the second lives of yours slipped through
your last exhale as the living creature, while they called your name for the latter-most. Unbloomed.
In the wake of the plastic afternoon, 
a poem has secrets that the poet knows nothing of.


Still you ween you’d stoop for them,
for their eyes only.
However once you see the world through
the eyes of a poet everything is idyllic wild and perish.

— Sarah Saniyyah