#notsopoetic

[cffeemukexx]

The words you speak to me

are the only visible sound I see.

Though the heavens separated us, made its way to go between, for the love of life I will surpass the borders only to hug you and slip away.

[honeysnakesoops-blog]

NN.

Resting eyes, and bright butterflies,

Fly through the sky in rhythmic rhyme.

Spring time fantasies

Bright yellow Daisies

I’m glad to see the sun rays dancing

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Restless cries, and dry laughter

Fly through the air, the tears come faster

Spring time is ending

The burning summer begins

I’m glad to see the children are still laughing

—

Colorful beginnings

Vivid and painful endings

Keep listening to the music,

I think, eventually, it’ll start crescendoing.

- Mikey

[2001june]

[notsopoet]

Champs-Élysées, Paris. 🛍

[lovejdforever]

Whether they are big or small, cappuccinos are for all y'all. ;) #notsopoetic #cappuccino #latteart #slechterijmpjes #coffee #doppioespresso #doppiokruisplein #latteheart (at Doppio Espresso Rotterdam - Kruisplein)

[spyroforlife]

notsopoetic replied to your post: Whoo I just turned 23. I’d say time to drink but I...

Happy Birthday! :)

Thank you! :D

[goolkam-blog]

Criticism sides to realism while fiction sides on an object yet to be formed. My professor once said, what can be determined as 2D - dimension or 3D dimension. He started to unfold a paper cube then he asked me, is this 3D? Then he folded back and asked me again, is this 2D? That was a question given to me ten years ago and I am here yet searching for an answer. While searching the answer I had another question on top of it. I asked my self, what is fiction and what could be real? Being realistic can be an illusion convinced by one self to be real. Which fiction can be so real but consisting out of an illusional or imaginative object of the future, waiting to be formed. There are so many things out there that can't be determined with a concrete statement either it is real or it isn't real. Which many make rules, theories, experiences through life defending unrealistic objects to be real. Those answers tend to conclude by famous critics or by having many readers or most viewers either it is real or it isn't. It is quite ironic though the most likes and followers tend to be the next trend setter influencing your conclusion on which is real or not. GoolKam. Photo credit to @shadgoo from #picsart #freetoedit #words #notsopoetic #saying #realism #written #writtenword #justlove #quote #tbt #writing #phrase #thought #philosophy #tbt #goolkam © 2017 GoolKam.  All rights reserved.

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Saw you on the Hemingway post and had to buy your "Fuck Hemingway" tanktop in bright pink. I'm going to love it when it arrives. Thanks so much for letting us know about it.

I’ve had this in my inbox for a few days just because looking at it makes me so happy. ^_^ Thank you for getting a shirt, and thanks doubly for letting me know how much you like it!

[blakerook67]

Children.

There are lessons to be learned from children. Lessons of potential, lessons of wonder, lessons of love. You see, with bright eyes they look at the world, amazed by the things to be learned and experienced. amazed by notion that they will play a part in all of this.

They see buildings built to touch the heavens. They see winged machines thousands of feet off the ground, they see that mankind is capable of the impossible. they hear music, the harmonious combination of sound and they find hope.

They don’t have a name for it as adults do. You see, we find hope when there is reason to be hopeless. We proclaim desire and wishes of good things, while on the inside we hide what we truly believe, We whisper in our heads that hope does not exist

We’ve been beaten with so much so-called reality that we have lost the sense of wonder we have lost our sense of potential and worst of these, we have lost our sense of love.

There are lessons to be learned from children. we see children smile at strangers, without provocation. as if they see the childlike potential, unwavering yet buried deep inside forced into submission by “reality”

We see children smile at strangers, strangers of all shapes, sizes, colors, and backgrounds because these things only exist to foster uniqueness not to justify some level of compassion. You see, love is universal. It is not based on religion, origin, or ethnicity. Rather, based on our common humanity. For we are all human. But as adults, we force ourselves to categorize, and define our lives by these notions of belonging. losing sight of the group to which we all belong, humanity.

So learn from children. Look at the the world as if there is something new around every corner. Look at an individual, and find beauty in his or her differences all the while loving them because they breath the same air and feel the same beating in their chest as you do. Look at obstacles and smile, because a child does not see the wall in front of them, rather, a child sees the world beyond and will risk falling from the obstacle in an attempt to get to the other side.

Strive then, to be children not in body, but in Spirit.

[honeysnakesoops-blog]

DREAM.

Dream..

Forget who you are

Forget who you’ve been

Let your mind wander

Let the loud voices in

SCREAM..

Shadows of fear are nothing more than shadows

So trust yourself and never turn back

Cause they’ll always be there

Burn..

Inhale…Exhale…

Inhale…Exhale…

Feel the smoke in your lungs.

Crush the embers under your feet.

You’re awake now, but I fear you’ll go back to sleep.

- Mikey

[notsopoet]

Going to Eiffel like, Paris. 💶

[skye200shady]

This is a dream that I will never wake up from. Hopefully it doesn't turn out to be a nightmare

[honeysnakesoops-blog]

MEMORY IN TOUCH

I run my fingers through your long, curly hair.

--

I remember the first day I met you

I was able to control myself but decided,

“fuck it,” so I continued to stare

--

I rub your freckle covered cheeks, ‘til you smile

--

Our first kiss was nothing but bliss

I could feel us both hiding our aggressions

But we couldn’t resist— so soon, we both lost track of time

--

I wrap my hands around your throat, only to gently caress

--

We talked for hours and hours into the summer night. Do you remember that night? You did most of the talking cause your beauty had me so impressed.

--

I run my hands across your bare chest

--

The day you left for your trip, we hugged for what I recall to be an entire hour. You didn’t want to go but I assured you that I’d be here. Waiting for you to return, to home cooked dinner and myself in a suit, looking my best

--

I rub your nipples then move down to your stomach.

--

Remember that time I accidentally spilled wine on your dress? I had it all laid out, ready to surprise you. I knew you wouldn’t be upset but I still told you that the cat had done it.

--

I slowly move down to your underwear but stop.

--

I almost didn’t meet you that day. I almost decided to stay home. I could’ve made my own coffee— I owe so much to that coffee shop

--

You turn over and I run my fingers down your spine.

I just wanted to admire your body as I usually do.

But I fell in love this time.

- Mikey

[askponycas]

Batch 15.

denawinchester: /THE MATRIX/ ash, sam, gabriel

notsopoetic: Sam likes Gabriel speaking Enochian.

dreamingofanangel: Cas reading to a baby Samandriel.

Now with translation.