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Man of the streets, man of delusions and dreams in worn blue jeans that will always be torn with hopes in your mind that can never come true

Do you hear my voice , is singing to you stand beside you and guide you with a voice and some words someone wrote from the mountains to the prairies to the old man without a home…

Wearing the clothes you’ve worn since you stopped growing, Eating a hot meal without knowing, where you’ll find your next.

Man of the streets

Worn blue eyes in worn out jeans, sleepy delusions and worn out dreams

wanting a new place for an eternal sleep, wanting to leave the home you can’t find

leave for a home you don’t have

man of blue leather jacket eyes and a cracked hopefully hopeless smile you alone with the city weather to close your black eyes and blue jacket of leather

To the Marionette,

art3misx:

Does it hurt when they jerk your strings
And pull you into a dance?
Do you tense futilely
Against an unavoidable abuse?

Or is that painted smile
Not exactly painted?
Maybe the puppeteer
Is a God you know exists.

If I cut the lines
Would you fall crippled to the ground
No longer held up by your master?
Or would you stand tall
The way you never could
While binded by strings?

Sincerely,
A Child in the Audience

(via allowtheoceantowakeinyou)

i think i could love you in my sleep and it would never get easier

balloons suggest light thoughts, much like the rays of sun

slouches suggest a sadness a darker thought or sun

how one can feel elated and loved by light, or deflated and faded by sun

the way when you want to run and hide but there’s nowhere left to run

and so you sit and wonder and dream in the setting sun

you find that at your loneliest you can always create your place to run

and you grab your balloons and float to the sky to shimmer with the sun

(Source: tonsofphotographyxox, via stagnant-mind)

“But I believe good things happen everyday. I believe good things happen even when bad things happen. And I believe on a happy day like today, we can still feel a little sad. And that’s life, isn’t it?”

Elsewhere by Gabrielle Zevin

(via make-me-smile)
(Source: quote-book, via parkstepp)

Art3misX: I get lost in your eyes, my own rabbit hole straight to the Wonderland...

art3misx:

I get lost in your eyes,
my own rabbit hole
straight to the
Wonderland
of your heart.
It’s addicting,
the way they sparkled
when we first met each other
and felt something beyond words take us,
the way they turn dull and listless
when you think I’m joking
about being in love with…

-cityoflove:

Locronan, France

“

Breathing

Lungs expand with an intake of air

Of breath so often used

flowing in relaxing sighs to last the day

The one thing so consistent the ribbon flow of oxygen

Body rhythms breathing always always breathing

And just as I am breathing

I notice that I find, I miss you like the breathing

I miss you all the time

and just like the airflow i miss you on and on

So I don’t even know I miss you until my breath is gone

As you walk by you take my breath in your large and musical hands

You take away the missing feeling I’ve stopped trying to understand

but just accept that when you come round the breathlessness is grand!

Air flows in and out your lungs

it bends like a rubberband

I miss you whenev’r I’m breathing

sweet stranger understand,

that i am not deceiving you im honest in any way

hear that while im missing you im hoping for the day

when i will never have to miss you more

because you’ve taken my breath away

-Cate DAngelo

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