Poetry

This entire blog, is about you.. Anonymous Poet.

[libre-en-soledad]

Atardeceres como este, quiero mil más, pero a tu lado. 

─Andy

[abstract-literature]

Pensé que si te regalaba una flor te quedarías, pero aun así, te fuiste. Busque otra flor, te la regalé porque quería que fueras mía, pero a ella la miraste, la admiraste y te identificaste. Das media vuelta y ahí estoy de nuevo, pero con otra flor. Esta te encantó, pero como todo, te cansaste, lo echaste a un lado y te marchaste. Aun con esperanza te presento otra flor. Me miras, se te escapa una sonrisa dentro de la brisa, pero con la brisa se eleva la flor y ahí quedo, en la mira. Te devuelvo otra flor, a esta ni la miras. Perdura la historia con 95 flores más, pero ninguna suficiente para ti, porque cada flor, por más bonita la rechazas.

[pearlemory0603-blog]

Now I know. Being with you is enough rather than spending time wondering about how you feel for me. Knowing that we’ve shared the same laughter and that you smiled because of me was already a lot to me-even if I can’t have your heart. If that’s all that I could hope for, it’s fine. In the future, I’ll be glad looking back at those days where I was with you in one of your happiest moments. Atleast somehow, somewhere some time ago, I made you feel that way. And that there was a day when you looked at me with a bright smile in your face because I made you happy.

I’m happy I was there Aspiring pen (via pearlemory0603)

[abstract-literature]

Within the depths of my misery was a spark of light. That tunnel full of trouble, despair and death… Where there was no hope. No joy, no gratitude. It surrounded me in the air. It was the worst, lowest most deceitful point in my life. Surrounded by weeping, begging and crying, the desires to end it, end me, there was you. You were part of the darkness, part of the pain, but in you, I saw the beauty. You were the most beautiful yet the most tragic thing to ever overcome the journey, but oh my, the beauty. You were that small beam, of light within he ends of that tunnel, because you, yourself, shine brighter than anyone. I could be torn, but one second of your smile gave me hope, energy; because of you I am here. You brought me more happiness than anything and everything both at once. You were the reason I was beautiful; you are the reason I am beautiful. I loved you more than anything at all, it’s astonishing. Then, swiftly, you disappeared, left with no remains. I became immune to the pain, of loving you at rest. A sudden, you returned, with no warnings to be seen and you captivated me with your beautiful beaming light. I fell in love, you fooled me and in the blink of an eye, I’m back in pain and I remain to be too much, but not enough all together, as a body. Please be mine. I remain to adore you, oh you wondrous beauty; fulfill me in the needs of thee, for you are the best of me. Sweet perfection, celestial body; delightful. Although I perish in the paths of misery, you always spark a flame in me.

N.

[libre-en-soledad]

No estoy bien, pero tampoco estoy mal, solo no se que me esta pasando. Estoy cayendo una vez mas.

(via se-fuerte-y-lucha)

[abstract-literature]

Within the depths of my misery was a spark of light. That tunnel full of trouble, despair and death… Where there was no hope. No joy, no gratitude. It surrounded me in the air. It was the worst, lowest most deceitful point in my life. Surrounded by weeping, begging and crying, the desires to end it, end me, there was you. You were part of the darkness, part of the pain, but in you, I saw the beauty. You were the most beautiful yet the most tragic thing to ever overcome the journey, but oh my, the beauty. You were that small beam, of light within he ends of that tunnel, because you, yourself, shine brighter than anyone. I could be torn, but one second of your smile gave me hope, energy; because of you I am here. You brought md more happiness than anything and everything both at once. You were the reason I was beautiful; you are the reason I am beautiful. I loved you more than anything at all, it’s astonishing. Then. Swiftly, you disappeared, left with no remains. I became immune to the pain, f loving you at rest. A sudden, you returned, with no warnings to be seen and you captivated me with your beautiful beaming light. I fell in love, you fooled me and in the blink of an eye, I’m back in pain and I remain to be too much, but not enough all together, as a body. Please be mine. I remain to adore you, oh you wondrous beauty; fulfill me in the needs of thee, for you are the best of me. Sweet perfection, celestial body; delightful. Although I perish in the paths of misery, you always spark a flame in me.

[colorgrl]

[wnq-music]

I’m building memories on things we have not said.

Fiona Apple, “The First Taste,” Album: Tidal (1996)

[thelovejournals]

You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe (via thelovejournals)

[wordsnquotes]

What I love most about her is that she knows how to f*ck reality and make love to fantasy, not something many other humans know how to do. Imagination is her drink.

Christopher Poindexter (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.

Nikita Gill (via wordsnquotes)

[idolos-frases]

El tiempo es lo único que me está pasando

(via idolos-frases)

[thelovejournals]

Why is it so hard to articulate love yet so easy to express disappointment?

Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants (via thelovejournals)

[quetzalnoah]

Me eran necesarios tus ojos para reconocerme, mi rostro es una alberca de ángeles hablar de perfección es irrelevante porque te reconozco como reconozco a las bondades del mar, a las caricias del cielo, al alma que vuela, al pájaro que ríe, a la lluvia que refresca mis pensamientos, me eran necesarios tus ojos para conocer la razón de porque tenemos que estar despiertos; para que los milagros nos empapen, para que los hechizos blancos nos atrapen en la tranquilidad, para que la ola ceda a la montaña y el tiempo nos encuentre contemplando con fascinación a las viajeras galácticas, me eran necesarios tus ojos para reconocerme, soy la dicha convertida en hombre, el amor que nace del capullo de una meliflua caricia, al conversar contigo el caos y el equilibrio son lo mismo, me eran necesarios tus ojos para reconocerme

Así como tú sonríes, Quetzal Noah (via quetzalnoah)

[quetzalnoah]

Cuando es la persona correcta no sientes su ausencia si no te llama porque confías, no te precipitas, no te desanimas, todo fluye bonito

Quetzal Noah (via quetzalnoah)

[wnq-writers]

‘When did you feel the most emptiest?’ ‘When I realized how incapable I was at love.’

visualizetracy  (via wnq-writers)

[books-n-quotes]

If you could be anyone, would you choose to be yourself?

(via poems-and-words)