AmeyCT

Jeremiah 33:3

[bibligical]

Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. —Psalm 51:10 (NIV)

[ameyct]

Psalm 51 is a special prayer to pray through every day.

[ameyct]

This will become a new kind of tumblr as of this post, as I’m leaving all of the old sentiment behind, in the past, where it belongs, because…

“I am a new creation”

(Cor 5:17) IN CHRIST as of December 2022.

[trillaparade]

[ameyct]

Vice!

[olearypoetry]

[dualvoidanima]

‘temper’

[ameyct]

Second to none so indulge in seconds and second helpings of firsts till it hurts because the same mistakes can't quench ones thirst.

AmeyCT

[ameyct]

Death of love

I don’t love in color anymore. I love in black and white.

No fluorescent sunsets. Only opaque skies.

When you stopped loving me after I began to love you, you took something.

Love is now a mirage. It used to be a mirror reflecting prism lights.

I used to love in rainbows. Now my love is not as bright.

It’s dull. Grey. Dark. Black. White.

-AmeyCT

[ameyct]

Questions

Why did you caress my mind with your touch?

Why did you drink in my blood with your mouth?

Why did you slip your hand in over my heart?

Why did you let me lay my head on your beating chest?

Why did I let you do all of these things when I knew we could never find rest?

-AmeyCT

[ameyct]

Like the Sun

If I could love you like the sun loves the earth.

I would bore holes into your body and feel you’re (your) depth.

If you would let me love you like the sun loves the earth.

I would leave you in peace at night and make your mornings radiant.

If you could love me like the sun loves the earth.

I would be burnt while the cool tides of the deepest sea washed over me.

-AmeyCT

[ameyct]

Notions of loss

Here I sit. Heady in my lamentation. Ready for the space and time with thoughts in sobriety. Not a drip of alcohol nor a drug of love. Solo is not a preference but rather a must. With all the strength I can muster up I must be strong.

Have courage. Conquer my fears. Harness my demons. Caress my regrets.

-AmeyCT

[smakkabagms]

agony of the blush

like weather like distance like choice - some old word for winter that one can suffer from another’s hunger -

I’ve always loved the light of evening, how it curls & lingers around itself , settling like wings where the woods are alive & full of names the timbre of timber-limbs dancing darkness & the shadows of moonglint she mouths empty & human never able to apologize, never able to forgive - a wildernss of shame that bears the body

(like shallows of dark fieldwater   the meadow is fouled  with the tyrannies of guilt & love dawn’s bell tolls lack morning comes cold & irredeemable

[ameyct]

Yaaas

[welovenappyhair]

[ameyct]

My type!

[inksomniac-deactivated20170611]

We are writers, my love. We don’t cry, We bleed on paper.

a.y. (via inksomniac)

[ameyct]

Distance is a deafening silence and a deathly debate of deuces.

AmeyCT

[ameyct]

Waiting Games or Gains?

My wrestles soul is screaming in oblivion. What once was love is now an illusion. Faced with demons high and low. Now it's time to take it slow. Find my inner shine and smile. I might be waiting for a while. Cast my deepest fears to sea. Time to find and fight for the deeper me. -AmeyCT

[ameyct]

Why?

why are we Facebook friends when we are actually frenemies? why do we follow each other on insta when you don't seem to enjoy any of my pictures except ones where I'm making fun of myself? shade throwers will be shady. bitches will be snitches. haters will be fake ass.

[ameyct]

Entrapment.

I did not ask to be trapped in this box.

A shoebox, because I want you to know the size isn’t huge.

So if you’d like to find me, I’d love to see you try.

Bring me out, set me down on spacious ground.

Mystical illusions found in the asylum of elysium.