December 3, 2009
Untitled, Shauna Ubersox
12 hours ago • 14 notesif there is one thing that i am, i am books. i am
ink, gushing black out of aisles of time, i am ache, brushing
past protagonists in purple and girls spun from gold.
i am tall and heavy, standing in grasses so thick light never
touches the dirt; i am a couch on rainy sunday, springs
sticking out and reaching for freedom from musty confines.
if there is one thing that i am, i am heart. i am
constellations stretched out before myself like an angry map,
i am bound at the stake, i have stood in the sun and not gotten
burned. i am consumed with passion, green with envy, red with
rage; i am wax dripping from antique chandeliers onto battle plans
over and over again.
if there is one thing that i am, i am the semicolon. i am
always held at half past half, continuing to both stop and go at once.
i am sleep on a summer afternoon, dreaming about creativity and
angry for heartbreak. i am back in the past looking ahead through
rose colored lenses tinted slightly too pink. i am never in the present
or the future, i am always wax, i am always ink, ache, i am always
books.
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December 2, 2009
“ The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst I think. When the secret stays locked within not for a want of a teller but for an ear.
1 day ago • 0 notesSometimes it’s easier for me to pretend rather than face my feelings.
Sometimes it’s easier to try to make it alone than risk getting hurt again.
Sometimes it’s easier to be numb towards certain people so I dont let them get too close.
Sometimes I’m scared, but when I act numb towards you it doesnt mean I don’t care. It means I care too much.
“ I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe.
