19:54 21st May 2012

Notes: 21

Tags: poetry poem spilled ink creative writing original content love

Birdsong

He smelt of summer,
the pollen in the air,
got under his nails.
I followed him,
buzzing around his
atmosphere
like a bee to a flower.
Attraction, made my nostrils
widening at the smell of
his cut grass smile.
I sunbathed in his embrace,
like a lazy child
waking up to birdsong.

17:08 10th May 2012

Notes: 18

Reblogged from irrelevanceisbliss

Tags: Poetry spilled ink personal thoughts love original

Borrowed time

irrelevanceisbliss:

Beautiful.

Let’s steal our borrowed time;
Take swiftly the lives they’ve lent
In torture, allowed us to lead
With sweeter dreams, to rip love letters sent
Through brazen hearts set aflame
To keep from starving staleness
Among love lost young, lost
Early, before true knowledge of sweet caress.

21:00 20th Apr 2012

Notes: 153

Tags: poetry poem spilled ink creative writing love

He Is Nothing.

He is nothing like the sea,
he didn’t surge into my life
or appear on a full moon -
lassoing me with the tide.

He is nothing I have ever known,
he cannot be tied to a season
or attached to trees, and floating
leaves.
He is not rooted,
nor part of my pasts skeleton bark.

He is nothing I ever dreamed of,
not particularly tall or dark.
I chased daydreams of
chocolate iris’s.

He is not what I expected,
Not for one fleetingly fanciful moment.

He is constant:
A constant fascination.

19:55 10th Apr 2012

Notes: 15

Reblogged from rheesehastings

Tags: poetry beat original writing love joy friendship peace

[love]

rheesehastings:

Unprovoked love

Come wrap around me

A joy unburdening me.

Love come sway to this boy

Love of my love

Worth more than the noise.

I’m overwhelmed by love and thoughts

Of those I know and meet

And continue to meet.

Something so simple as love

Passed between two people

In the shaking of hands

Or collision of lips

A bridging of bodies.

Love is a heat blanket

Catching fire in the night.

© 2012 Rhys Hastings
All Rights Reserved

00:07 31st Mar 2012

Notes: 17

Tags: poetry poem spilled ink creative writing original content love free verse

Arrival

I’ve always liked how
I can pack my life,
into my old-blue-gym-bag.
How all that is important
can be balanced on these
shoulders of mine alone,
the lonely traveller,
the wandering explorer.
But I never thought,
that within you -
I would find the comfort
of arriving home,
and the excitement of
leaving the world behind.
Now…
My old-blue-gym-bag,
needs a coarse hand to hold
instead of sturdy straps.
Now…
I don’t need that bag at all,
when all I require is your
steady footfall.
Side by side,
always on my side.
Holding all that is precious to me,
within a breathing vessel,
with blue-gym-bag eyes.

19:00 17th Mar 2012

Notes: 10

Reblogged from onceupontomorrow

Tags: poem poetry spilledink spilled ink sweet love in love together lovers chasing love life living sad lovely beauty

Something Felt

onceupontomorrow:

forever is just a mystery
and soon we’ll hold the fine
we’ll tear wings off all the angels
and turn our puzzles into rhyme -

only faith is a wild goose chase
that we’ll chase until we can’t be traced
only love is the heartbeat of sorts
that we’ll love with our hearts until he cuts the cords

pine needles smell death in the air
red songs rising upward from below
the blackest feathers beating and stirring
all the charred souls that the moon pulls in tow -

only fear is the thing that we’ll hear
that we’ll hear and fear as the end draws near
only hope is the thing that we’ll see
that we’ll see and hope it’s coming for me

21:47 10th Mar 2012

Notes: 24

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Love Poem

I never dreamed,
that my life could shift.
In a look, a glance,
a momentary, blue-eyed lift.

All this time,
wasted on a wrong.
Singing a lonely song,
never knowing with you -
is where I belong.

I’am Gathering up my tears,
and bundling them with your fears.
Saving them for the day,
when we can discard of them,
simply throw them away.

I believe in you,
You’re my religion,
my scripture, my soul’s glue.

I love you.

23:38 26th Feb 2012

Notes: 30

Reblogged from todancewiththedevil

Tags: poetry poem spilled ink love creative writing

stains-on-my-past:

Beautiful.

one day we’ll cross paths
and just know it- that we were
meant to be; the cosmos were
destined to slither across the skies
in our honor, and the stars shine
to act as a guide to each others
arms- and most of all, our
hearts were broken countless
times, so that when we look
into each others eyes, we’ll
know we’re finally whole.

(Source: todancewiththedevil)

14:03 22nd Feb 2012

Notes: 24

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Digging

I find myself tunnelling
back on myself.
Funnelling compressed feelings
into cramped spaces.
Delving into the past,
and scratching to
the depths.
Throwing over my shoulder
the dirt of today.
When I find you…
I shall have a filthy face,
shredded flesh for fingers.
But you will know:
I drilled to the other side
of the earth to find you.
(And I would do it again,
to feel your fresh cut grass
graze on my cheek.)

20:12 21st Feb 2012

Notes: 44

Reblogged from mobbleberry

Tags: poetry poem spilled ink creative writing original content personal love relationships

Fish Bait

mobbleberry:

She is irresistible bait,
for they all flock to her -
She just cannot wait.
To have them
hook, line and sinker.
She will play with them
as they drop like flies all around.
She’ll squish them between heels and ground.
Pulverise, with her index finger and thumb.
Her expression, cold and numb.
She is the perfect catch,
but no ones ideal match.
None will go the extra mile,
they always disappear
in the autumn of her smile.
They fulfil her fears of doubt,
don’t lift a finger to fight
just bail on out.
Abandon the sinking ship that she is,
and find a ‘sensible’ little Miss,
to truly love and kiss.
All she can do as fish bait,
is wait…

17:14

Notes: 29

Reblogged from pseud0nymph

Tags: poetry spilled ink break up love unrequited hearbreak photos forgetting

pseudo—p0et:

He said to me that he’d burned every photo of us together,
watching our smiles curl and wither in the fingers of flame,
and when all was done, smoke reaching up to the starless sky,
he said that he had thought that destroying the physical
things would destroy those that still danced around his head —
but burning photos, he would come to learn, is not the same as

forgetting.

(Source: pseud0nymph)

03:54 15th Feb 2012

Notes: 28

Reblogged from tarnishedsoul

Tags: poetry poem love

The parts of love. Part 6: Truth.

tarnishedsoul:

Telling the truth,

laying yourself

naked and vulnerable

before someone

who already owns

so much power.

Showing the worst

and hoping they

see beauty in

your hidden ugly.

00:19 6th Feb 2012

Notes: 15

Reblogged from snowydreams

Tags: poetry spilled ink love boooogy

snowydreams:

The wind blew me into your arms

I didn’t realise what direction

I’d been swept in

Not until I looked into your eyes

And felt the sparks of fire

Stirring within me as you smiled

I could have sworn I died

And was reborn with a kiss

A gentle, burning clutch of lips

You were a shade of bliss

A cross between heaven and hell

Someone I wanted but was forbidden

How could it be wrong if it brought happiness?