N & me, summer of 2013. Nothin’ but love.

shared 2 months ago on May/30/2014, with 2 notes.
originally from SoundCloud / yeonster.

Title: Timshel Cover
Artist: Yeon
Played: 39 times


Quick lil cover. 

Quick cover of an old favorite.

shared 11 months ago on September/9/2013, with 2 notes.
reblogged from babyslothbutt,

Title: Little Things (Cover)
Artist: Yeon
Played: 19 times


Tribute to the great Ed Sheeran, who is an incredible songwriter. I still don’t have recording gear so this is about a year old… unfinished. As usual. 

From my main blog. 

shared 1 year ago on July/16/2013, with 5 notes.
reblogged from babyslothbutt,

Title: I Will Follow You Into the Dark (Cover)
Artist: Yeon™
Played: 19 times


Vocals done in one take, instrumental done in one take. I’m pretty sure this was recorded last summer, but who knows… it could have been last winter. It’s really really rough, and def not complete (hence why it is not on my SoundCloud account), but this will encourage me to post more of my stuff online for people to see, as N tells me to do all the time. 

From my main blog. Enjoy! 

shared 1 year ago on July/7/2013, with 4 notes.
reblogged from babyslothbutt,

Warm metal and concrete, 
Crushed grass, 
Dandelion yellow,
The blue of the dawn sky on a summer’s morning; 
The 37.3 C rush of life beneath your skin. 

I don’t ever want to leave this moment. 


shared 1 year ago on May/29/2013, with 1 note.

Without the haze of sunshine and the thick beads of perspiration threaded along the necks of dusty Coca-Cola bottles, will you love the words that bubble from the tip of my tongue just the same as when they used to be ashy and full of the grit that I frantically scrubbed away?

If they manage to crackle with the same ozone-scented promises that I made during simpler times, and if you are able to feel each rip in the atmosphere as the sun calmly bloodies the evening sky, then I want you to cradle each naked phrase between your palms, as carefully as you would a handful of ignited fireworks; gently, but boldly

without a trace
of doubt.


shared 1 year ago on May/29/2013, with 2 notes.

"Ode on Melancholy" - John Keats, one of my absolute favorite poems

shared 1 year ago on March/17/2013, with 3 notes.

An excerpt;

And you, me. The rain
Trickling trails down your neck;
Framing the words
Caught in your throat. 

shared 1 year ago on March/14/2013, with 1 note.

I had a dream last night;

I had a dream last night.

Remember that night me, you, and B spent at the beach in front of your house? That night, the moon shone so brightly that it made everything from the sand to our skin glow. In the parts of the world that refused to swallow the moonlight, the inky darkness was like liquid; I thought that if I dipped my toes in it, it would paint my skin black. And when the ocean waves crashed against our bare toes, do you remember how you hitched up your pants and walked out into the water, but I shook my head and refused to follow you in?

Last night, I dreamt that you and I took a rickety train to the end of the world where a whitewashed ocean met the heavens. Everything was too bright but I wasn’t quite sure whether it was night or day. It could have been both; it could have been neither. The water was a giant, churning mirror and the sky was the same color you see when you stare into the sun for too long, the hue of stinging exaltation and stupid bravery. Everything in front of me was so viciously bright that my eyes burned, but it felt like that same inky darkness from that beach in front of your house had a grip on my windpipe. I struggled for breath; I didn’t say a word. The air was so still and so charged. Everything smelled of ozone and sea salt.

It felt like at any moment, the sky above us would rip apart and we’d see oblivion. It felt like we were precariously perched on a razor thin tightrope, balanced between life and death, and I wasn’t so sure which side was more dangerous. Your eyes were the only thing keeping me from tumbling off the edge. It felt like my chest was going to burst, and when you hitched up your pants and waded out into the white water and held your hand out towards me, I took it and followed you in. 

-YWL, Aug 2012 

shared 1 year ago on March/14/2013, with 4 notes.

'These Days' - y.l.

shared 1 year ago on March/14/2013, with 5 notes.


Twenty looms on the horizon,
a coy smile touching her lips:
‘Are you coming?’

Nineteen stumbles forward
bent double and breathless.
He understands.

But a word falls unbidden to his lips,
huffed out in his sixteenth exhale,
almost a plea:

Twenty takes pity and they meet halfway. 
They don’t kiss, they don’t cry. 

It was all voluntary, after all. 

The sun strikes a gong in the backdrop as Nineteen finally grins,
all teeth and no grace: ‘Please.’

shared 1 year ago on February/17/2013, with 4 notes.
reblogged from inktankard,

I sat on my bed 
writing out poems
when reality jarred my vision.  

shared 1 year ago on December/16/2012, with 3 notes.

“The Hollow Men”, T. S. Eliot, 1925

shared 1 year ago on December/14/2012, with 16,440 notes.
reblogged from nygaards, originally from meiringens.

closing remarks

I suppose a neat bow-tie ending to my trip is necessary, a sweep of a broad hand across vacant hardwood floors, gathering up stray dust. The rest of August will swing to a close with empty cigarette cartons and breathless laughs, perhaps a few wild scrambles into salty waters, too. Caution, washed out and tired from having been in the spotlight for too long, will take a few steps back and let the vibrancy of summer take center stage, preening and jutting out its chest, singeing the hairs of the unlucky patrons sitting in the front row. August will pass with the tips of the fingers of my left hand donning a fresh layer callouses, the evidence of their rowdy reunion with the steel songs of my guitar. Am I expecting too much? I’d like to say this: expectation no longer exists; only unplanned road trips out to the hot, dusty sand-dunes and stolen kisses, dizzying and perfectly seasoned.

shared 1 year ago on December/6/2012, with 1 note.

Because if you want, 
I’ll take you in my arms
and keep you sheltered
from all that I’ve done wrong
And I know you’ll say
that I’m the only one
but I know that God made another one of me
to love you better than I ever did.

-Ed Sheeran, “U.N.I

shared 1 year ago on December/6/2012, with 4 notes.