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I have my little obsessions
I Drink, I Laugh, I Make Mistakes ...
Victoriano A. Ramos

The Cave, Part 1


We chased the beasts
To fill our bellies

The beasts escaped
Into the cave

We chased the beasts
Out of the cave

We climbed into the cave
And found darkness

We found fire
And brought light into the cave

We longed for the beauty outside
And brought art into the cave

We left the cave
When the beasts grew scarce

We grew our food, tamed the beasts
Built new caves of hides and scrap

If the bombs fall
We’ll return to the caves
Beast and man
One and all

Copyright 2014 LitGlob

(via vic08ramos)

The Cave, Part 2


We climbed out of the cave
And ran across the land
Found a new life in the ice
And trudged back to land
We built rafts
And crossed the seas
We landed in new lands
And paddled back
We built planes
And scared the birds
Chased them ’cross land
And sea
We built rockets
And scared mankind
We built bigger rockets
And flew to the moon
We built bigger TVs
Climbed back into the cave
And forgot about the moon

Copyright 2014 LitGlob

(via vic08ramos)

I want to be the rush of relief you feel
when awakening from a dream where
you’re drowning; that first gasp of
air after being submerged for so very
long. I want to prove to you that I
won’t sink my teeth into your neck and
suck out all the love you have left after
struggling for so long with someone
who spit it out on the pavement like it
was the most disgusting thing they had
ever tasted. I want to show you that I
can be your 3 AM call when you’re not
so sure being ‘you’ is something you
want to be. I’ll make you realize that
with every pulse in the pit of your chest
you’re making me feel more alive than
I’ve ever felt before.
I want to make you feel the same.

i wish you knew how badly i want to be in your bed // Haley Hendrick (via s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d)

Japanese Maple


Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.
So slow a fading out brings no real pain.
Breath growing short
Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain
Of energy, but thought and sight remain:

Enhanced, in fact. When did you ever see
So much sweet beauty as when fine rain falls
On that small tree