Take me home, will you, for I've been out here lost, more than I wanted, longer than I anticipated, and lonelier than I imagined.

- DG

Reproduction

With every line towards the back of you head and every sip when you are staring to death, and the way you close the top, the way your hands shake as you take them close to your lips, the way you sniff and sometimes bleed, the way you cut up the files so you damage your nasal cavity for the last time, the way your eyes wonder lost when you finally feel awake, and your hair, they way your hair falls through your face.. a smile is reproduction, but leads the way, the way your scarred legs still take you there and the way you move freely as you fall deeply, up, down, the center, non-existent, the way the leaves and the grass hold you and the way you reproduce the smile once more, fooling nature and the sublime, crossing lines, never paths, leaves you wondering where’s the pass.. blood flows, adrenaline rush and you.. reproduction.

my father just said my poetry is chaotic and I'm taking it as a complement.

time's so slow when you want it to go

time's so fast when you want it to not

Her purpose was to be worshipped

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

Andrea Gibson

Mieko Kawakami, from 'Heaven'

Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

Measure my life, to the last ounce, if you must, you'll find nothing of value, but dirt and dust, still, leave me as you found me, gathering rust, for nothing more can be done, I am biding the time just.

- DG

photo credits to pinterest.

@lovesdaya

POV:You got lost in old forgotten castle

{Quotes marguaxpoetry on Instagram / Sarah Kay}