POEMS and stuff

dancebojangles:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

Finding an obscure piece of media and it ends up amazing you

Waking up from a nightmare about school and remembering you graduated

Looking back on a past version of yourself and feeling empathy and respect, and no shame

Finding a lost thing you’d already stopped looking for.

Finding confidence after a period of self-doubt

The adrenaline of bonding with someone new

Remembering something you wanted and now have, and being pleased all over again

Being in a good mood and accidentally catching your eye in the mirror, and grinning at yourself

Coming home from a long trip and your pet is waiting for you

Finally talking with someone who was hurt the same way you were

Seeing yourself through someone else’s eyes, and liking what you see there

Realizing you can do something you assumed you couldn’t

A hot shower on a cold day. Afterwards, a steamy room and warm towels. A bath in a freshly cleaned bathroom.

Fairy string lights. They are cheap and Good.

Something that was expensive 5 years ago, now it’s cheap and you still want it

Someone gives you a gift, and you genuinely hugely love it, and they can tell

You give them a gift, and it goes the same way

Cold tea on a warm day.

Shady grass on a bright day.

The warm weight of a pet sitting on your lap

Thinking that an argument with a loved one will be serious, but it works out because they never lose sight of the fact they love you.

Recovering from an abusive relationship, and learning to allow yourself to be loved. Telling someone you love about the past, downplaying it, and they cry for you in a way you couldn’t.

Feeling safe when safety hasn’t been your norm.

Unexpectedly realizing people are drawn to you and like you, as you are.

Being with someone who relaxes you.

Really wanting to talk to a friend, and they pick up on the first ring.

Something bad happens, but in that moment you know how to handle it, without even trying, and you do. And you come out all right.

Being able to talk about old bad things, and feeling better about them for first time in years. Having those things lift.

A tattoo, piercing, or medical thing you thought would hurt doesn’t

Knowing that something is frightening, but being unafraid

After thinking that you aren’t enough, realizing that you are

Looking back on the day and liking it

Feeling better than you expected to

Having time alone after a day full of people

Quiet satisfaction with something you’ve made

Finishing a personal project, looking back on all you’ve done

Being impressed with yourself

How about making your mutuals smile ear to ear

(via biggest-gaudiest-patronuses)

romansleftshoulderpad:

kindnessisstillhere:

hellenic-revivalist-heart:

“I’m aromantic,” I tell her.

“I’m asexual.

I have nothing to offer you.

To you, I am worthless.”

She raises my chin with her soft fingers,

“Oh, but you do.”

She points to my chest.

“Can you hear it beat?

There’s love in that heart.”

“It may not be sexual.

It may not be romantic.

But perhaps it exists in a different form.

Perhaps your love is a shape that cannot be defined.”

I look to Aphrodite,

For the comfort that there is love in my heart

And there is love for me to receive.

Even if it’s just from me, to me.

That love is there,

And it is gold.

this is gorgeous to read and I love it so much

I love this 🥰💚💜🖤💚💜🖤💚💜🖤

(via what-even-is-thiss)

jmsapphire:

Take me to the land of dreams, where you and I are breathing poetry.

ironmanstan:

its been 4 years n ‘thats a fine looking high horse’ is still the rawest line in music ever

unsaidsayings:

Thoughts

Thoughts, that comes out of nowhere,

Thoughts, that ruins your inner stillness,

Thoughts, that never leaves you alone,

Thoughts, that traps your mind like a man in a dark prison,

Thoughts, that controls the ability to think

Thoughts, that has literally no bounds

Thoughts, that can pop up anywhere and everywhere

Thoughts, that seems like anxiety but it is more complex than what anxiety feels like

Thoughts, that keeps you aware of your responsibilities, problems, surroundings and so on..

Thoughts, that sometimes helps you to make your decisions precisely and correctly

Thoughts, that makes you an over thinker

Thoughts, that keeps you alive

Thoughts, that keeps you going though all the chaos and bustles….

Neha¿¿

(via poetryportal)

josy57:

Don’t fault me for my aloofness
For my poor, crippled efforts at expression
I tie my tongue into knots trying to address you
Besides silence, everything feels foolish
No small talk, no socially coded dialogue
Could encapsulate what I have to say to you
All I have to offer is my disembodied voice
I can’t quite achieve presence without this delayed speech
Feelings vibrate and hum loudly inside
But my clumsy vocal chords can’t find the right frequency
Only after the fact can I capture their echo
For me, the page has much more eloquence
I don’t know how to fully be a person in person

If I want to touch, to connect, to exist outside of myself
Words are all I have
Without them I’m a rock sinking without ripples nor ricochet
Soundwaves that never quite escaped my lips
Without them I fear they’ll be nothing to remember me by
For who knows me now?
Who can say they have seen my true face?
I use language to take your hands and guide them to me
With each line your fingers can follow on the paper
They glide on my features
You can trace the bony bridge of my nose
The hollow of my eye sockets
The bowed relief of my upper lip
The scar along my chin
I can press your palm to my chest
And tell you “I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive”
And I can hold you
Away from your eyes, I can say all those things
That would seem so misplaced
So pitiful if they were spoken out loud

In writing I’m not cold, I am right next to you
Over your shoulder, my temple pressed against your cheek
Close enough for my thoughts to enter your bloodstream
You think me distant but if you let me in
I’ll even share your skin
Make it shiver with anger and pain, love and longing
I will let you know me
If you pay attention, it will be the most intimate embrace
I’ll allow you to feel around the warm, wounded, throbbing flesh
Your hand softly grazing my soul
I’ll be human for you, I will have a story
I’ll extend myself far enough to reach across this distance
These miles and miles of no-man’s land
Scorched earth between me and the world
Words are all I have to show you something lives inside this shell
Something that is happy and sad and furious at times
Something that could love you and that you may love back

Inspired by @sparkandashes‘s prompt “Words are all I have” for @poetryclub13 as well as by an answer I gave during my @writerscreed interview

(via poetryclub13)

gloomypoetry:

She finally let go of her fake smile

And tears slowly rolled down her face

As she whispered to herself

I don’t want to be me

thedreadgorgon:

Exhausted -

Trapped under the weight of

my own fear for the future

no longer bright

just the darkest of nights

I spin around in circles

a girl decked in thorns

waiting for a change

from the bloodletting

with no end in sight.

Chasing my own tail -

for a glimpse of your

smile, the only star

still left in my sky.

Tomorrow comes

and I’m still tired.

Bone-tired, deep like a well

I keep trying to fill, to no avail.

- K.U.

(via gloomypoetry)

vagabondprophet:

I plant things in all the wrong seasons

Just to prove I’ve mastered dust,

Heaven’s wind turned so chilling

So frigid that arm hairs turn to twigs.

During this storm of freezing air

I dig into the icy ground

To plant summer berries

For winter needs some sweetness.

I press down hard

Every time paper is used

Ink seeping through the page,

I need these ideas to permeate

All the way to tomorrow,

Recording every good dream

To not forget it when I wake.

Times of year rendered unimportant

Limitations of pens ignored

For the need I have finds a way.

Strawberries skating across the ice

When I want for it in January,

Apples jumping over Autumn

In my August hunger.

Can we be like this more often,

Ignoring what everyone tells us to do?

Can we work through Valentines Day

Simply because I love you all year round?

Forsaking strangers stares

For it’s only your gaze I care about,

I go shirtless in December

As you’ve always kept me warm.

- Vagabond Prophet

@josy57 prompted me with “seeping through the page.”

@inky-child

vagabondprophet:

Tiptoeing the curb

So close to but not over

The edge into oblivion,

Into the volcanoes mouth

The eye of the storm

Or the jaws of the beast

Open maws for the feast.

With the mind of a child

No possibility is less real

Than the one in front of you,

How would the world change

If we always thought that way?

For love is a magic

Not lost in little ones,

They know gentle hands

Kisses and embraces

Heal many wounds.

- Vagabond Prophet

For the prompt “Edge,” by @1blackwhiteblue1 for @poetryclub13

a few steps away from the little dirt road,

on the edge of a lonely boulder,

I sit and wait:

hoping a random passerby might just find me.

but here, on my cold throne,

the trees are keeping me hidden

and no one really knows I’m here.

As the sun creeps across the barren sky

I soon realize that hoping for a savior

is a fruitless endeavor.

staring at the little dirt road

I find myself thinking how easy it is

to simply cross the edge and walk to the road,

it is after all just a few small steps,

but the road is unfamiliar.

Where I am now, at least to me,

isn’t strange at all.

I know these rocks

And I know these torns

I know the ants that crawl over my feet

and the flies that buzz at my ears.

leaving my twisted nest of familiarity

is just too frightening

and I am just too weak.

if only someone could show me the way.

show me how to walk.

but sadly no one ever sees me.

so I sit on the edge of a lonely boulder,

on the roadside,

alone

lunexsolitaire:

tell me

what is it that you find in him?

is it the way he tears your heart

in the most beautiful yet painful way?

is it the way he smiles at you

the kind of smile that completes your day?

is it the way he lets you down

incapable of pulling you up?

is it the way he overdosed you

with a love so beautiful that you just can’t stop?

tell me, tell me again

what is there to love

about a man who can’t even love you back?

reeseweston:

man I hope writers that might be struggling get their words back, that writers who aren’t struggling keep theirs, and that writers love the work they produce, because it’s an art, and there isn’t ever too much art.

keep creating! I wanna see your success :)

(via leafgreen6)

What is darkness?

People ask this question daily,

hoping that their minds will take flight,

but the answer is simply:

Darkness is the absence of light.

.

The question should rather be

what is light?

Is it your friends as they sing along merrily?

Is it the warm embrace of a lover at night?

Is it the the new series that you follow ever so thoroughly?

.

My light was dreams,

dreams of a better future, a better life.

But as I grew up and learned about pain.

My light took a dive

and it was quite horribly slain.

.

Now I can’t see.

All around me is this unshakable darkness

filled with disease and treachery.

The whole world is bleeding sadness!

And each passing day drains my hearts bravery.

.

Dreamless.

Sleepless.

All I have is darkness.

No matter where I look, or how much I write,

I can’t seem to find my light.