this is your reason to stay.

poetry from a traveled soul.

The Descent of Winter

“This is the sadness of the sea -

waves like words, all broken -

a sameness of lifting and falling mood.”

-William Carlos Williams

(Source: lademarche, via thruhiker)

prophetsofthewild:

Happy Valentines Day baby,

Special thanks to Liz Lawrensen for shooting this for me.

(via hcrom)

You were born inside of a raindrop
I watched you falling to your death
And the sun, well she could not save you
She’d fallen down too, now the streets are wet

Body of water
Toxic and timeless
Atlantic ocean
New York skyline
I always get lost
When I leave the village
So I couldn’t come meet you
In Brooklyn last night

But I sing glory from my lowest
And I will say peace to the people I meet
While the world waits for an explosion
That instant of life
That wipes the slate clean

So don’t be fooled
No don’t get lied to
Love was always cruel

And don’t act strange
Don’t be a stranger
It happened to me, now it’s happening to you

But if you take that train under water then we could talk it through

Well if I could tame
All of my desires
Wait out the weather that howls in my brain
Because it seems
That it’s always changing
The winds indecision
The sorrowful rain

Yeah, I was a postcard
I was a record
I was a camera
Until I went blind

And now I’m riding
All over this island
Looking for something
To open my eyes

But I still sing glory from my high rise
And I will say thanks if you’re pouring my drinks
While the world waits for an explosion
That moment in time, when we’ll be set free

So don’t stay mad
Just let some time pass
And in the morning you’ll wake feeling new

And if I don’t come back
I mean if I get side tracked
It’s only cause I wanted to

I’m keeping up with the moon on an all night avenue

—   Bright Eyes Train Under Water
sunshine. 

“As in water face reflects face, So the heart of man reflects man.”

—   Proverbs 27:19 NASB (via encourageous)

grace has kept us safe thus far

and grace will lead us home. 

ARE YOU

an aesthetic

an image

a predictable product

a categorized copycat

a collection of filtered photographs

OR A HUMAN BEING?

And if we get beaten by this winter,
If we get strangled by regret, just
Let our love of life and tension
Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and
Have them lay us in a basement,
Smash some bottles on the ground, and
Say we never knew the difference between the feeling and the sound.

Remember not our faulty pieces,
Remember not our rusted parts,
It’s not the petty imperfections that define us but
The way we hold our hearts,
And the way we hold our heads,
I hope they write your names beside mine on my gravestone when I’m dead.
And when we’re dead let our voices carry on
To find a better song.
To find a better song and sing along.

—   La Dispute- nine, from Here, Hear. III