Someone asked me what home was,
and all I could think of were the stars
on the tip of your tongue, the flowers
sprouting from your mouth, the roots
entwined in the gaps between your fingers,
and the ocean echoing the inside of your ribcage.

—E.E. Cummings

(Source: darkchocolateandtea)

this painting, “The Guitar Man” by Pablo Picasso has always been my painting whenever i feel down, heartbroken, gloomy, or sad. 

this painting, “The Guitar Man” by Pablo Picasso has always been my painting whenever i feel down, heartbroken, gloomy, or sad. 

yesterday, i wanted you
today, it is different.

i can’t always wait
for hope

i want to write
i want to be inspired

so i must go
to where inspires me

even if it means
just my mind

but it also mean
the freedom

to write
about anything.

—priz, 10/18

Life is short.
But desire, desire is long.

Jane Hirshfield, "Heat."

(Source: literarymiscellany, via old-bray-of-my-heart)

ah, this is one of the hard truths i carry with me as i go through life. 

ah, this is one of the hard truths i carry with me as i go through life. 

(Source: book--quotes, via crazyaboutliterature)

it was dark in that room but
your face was so clear that night
the way the light gleamed
through the blinds
and fell upon your face,
all i saw was your eyes staring right into my eyes

unbeknown to what i was going
to say but i said,
“You are beautiful”
you remained staring,
buried into my eyes,
then you fell back onto the bed
and you said,
“that line is overrated.”

from that very moment
i was never the same
because more than anything
i wanted to show you that
it was a testament from my heart
made entirely for
your heart and soul.

—priz

some people come in your life,
some come slowly, some rush in,
but for you, it was always meant to be.
—-
a friend that is more than a friend, 
you are. 

some people come in your life,

some come slowly, some rush in,

but for you, it was always meant to be.

—-

a friend that is more than a friend, 

you are. 

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a faery’s child,
Her hair was long,
her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

—John Keat’s La Belle Dame sans Merci

—-
before i knew it would
become a memory
that was sweeter
than many. 
—-
priz, october 2014

—-

before i knew it would

become a memory

that was sweeter

than many. 

—-

priz, october 2014

collided in the starry sky,
we were star-crossed lovers

who
knew no time
knew nothing else

but love

that was taken away
by time
by others

unrequited lovers in the sky,
we shall remain as

—priz, september 2014

Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of…messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering.

—from somewhere.

A few days are all we have,
so count them as they pass.
They pass too quickly - out of breath:
don’t dwell on the grave, it yawns for one and all.
Will you be buried in the yard?
Sorry, it’s against the law.
You can only lie in an authorized plot
but you won’t be there to know it,
so why worry about it?

—from somewhere.

“Though lovers be lost…”

“Though lovers be lost…”

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY