Into too many fandoms with a wild imagination

Into Sherlock, Merlin, Supernatural, and I like to read almost everything. I kinda love to write too.

[aspiring0writer]

Unrequited love

You were my best friend. My first good morning,

My last good night. I couldn't imagine a happy day without your presence.

Rain or shine, storm or calm, I knew you would never cease to be there.

But, nothing good can ever last right?

I remember the color of your eyes, my confused smile reflected in them,

As you uttered the words that would shatter the perfect illusion of our lives.

I'm in love with you.

I felt the sky pushing down on me; your broken heart - a nightmare that I could not live with.

The selfish devil in me screamed and took over - I did not want to live without you.

So I forced my conscience and morality down my throat and

Forced my eyes to sparkle as I paved the way for disaster

I'm in love with you too.

[smoke--and--water]

10 things I’ve learnt in the last 2 years 1. Your real friends are the ones who come back, time and time again. Your real loves are the ones who can let go until the time is right. Sometimes that is a few months, sometimes it’s never. 2. If he’s the type of guy you think wouldn’t call you the next day, he won’t. Some of them will make your heart hurt, others just leave you with bruises. 3. The most charming people, are often the most fucked up. The boy with messy hair and the crooked smile probably drinks too much and loves knowing you’re caught on every word he says. 4. Read as often as you can. Read a book a week. Fact, fiction, fantasy. Learn something new. Fall in love with the words you read and the adventures they take you on. Just know, no one will see a character the same way you do. Accept this. 5. No pain is worth destroying yourself over, because you will go off like a bomb and turn everything around you to dust and when you walk through the flames with your head held high you’ll realise what you’ve done. No amount of therapy can put dust back together. 6. You’re never too old, or too young. Go to museums and actually learn, go to the park and swing as high as you can. Take a walk somewhere quiet, watch the news, run away from waves and chase sunsets. Scream. Sing. Be quiet. Think. 7. There are so many kinds of sad. Some feel like a breeze, a cold shiver down your neck, goosebumps. Others feel like a shadow, no matter what you do you can’t shake it off…but then you can’t do much of anything because it feels like walking through water and being on fire all at the same time and it just won’t go away. 8. There are so many different kinds of happy. Some feel like you’re invincible, infinite, impossible, like you’re everything at once. Others feel like the still in a lake or the first page in a new notebook. Content and calm and “I’m okay” 9. A smile and a hello could be the start of everything, or the start of nothing. A spilt drink could be a crap start to a crap day or a crap start to the best day of your life. Take things with a pinch of salt, a spring in your step and as they come. 10. Nothing is the end of the world. When it feels like everything is falling down around you, get up, place your feet flat and remind yourself that this is solid ground and you are strong. You are okay.

I have to be up in about six hours but I needed to write. (via smoke—and—water)

[ishanijasmin]

You love the world so much that you live tightly in its pockets, and stroke its thumb to comfort it when it reaches in - - that you paint it for a living, and call everyone ‘darling’ or ‘dearest’ even though it doesn’t fit in your mouth without throwing out its back, it’s bent over so far - and it has to hobble out. Flecks of colour rest on your tongue, sandwiched in between your teeth, on your forehead in the middle of the supermarket. The cashier grins and says you have a little something on your cheek. Your mom wrinkles her nose and smiles and tells you to wash behind your ears. Watch yourself become the reflection of a canvas in the mirror and love it. Love yourself, because with every second that passes, you are becoming a work of art.

van gogh is painting the sun again | ishani jasmin (via ishanijasmin)

[aspiring0writer]

Happy Anniversary

  We never know,

Or fully realize

How calm and wise

How helping and forgiving

Our grandparents are

  But one day we’ll learn,

One day we’ll realize, the extent

Of how much you love us and wish us well.

  We simply take for granted,

From day to passing day,

Each sacrifice you make for us

In your own loving way.

  And so this comes with all the thanks

All the wishes, prayers and more that you deserve

For there aren’t better grandparents

Than those who hold this card.

  Happy Anniversary! 

[aspiring0writer]

They say you die twice.

One time when you stop

breathing and a  second time,

A bit later on, when somebody

Says your name for the last time.

-Unknown author

[aspiring0writer]

A letter to myself

“What kind of person do you want to be when you’re older, Sam?”

  If only I could talk to my younger self now.

Tell him to take all those opportunities,

all those risks,

He missed because he was too scared

Too nervous

Too unsure of the unknown.

  I want to tell him to run away from all those responsibilities

All those rules

All those ropes binding him,

Run till you’re sure your heart can’t pump oxygen to your muscles any faster.

  Why, why, why,

Sam,

Why were you so serious?

So determined to get a job,

Chasing after a mediocre life,

There’s more to life than earning money,

More to it than getting a job and settling down.

  I want to tell him to dive,

Into a sea of unknown,

Just for once go on an unexpected adventure,

Because that’s where the most precious memories are created.

  Instead of staying at home,

In this warm, comfortable jacket,

That will eventually choke all the creativity out of you

Why don't you risk the sun, Sam?

  I want to tell him to sometimes break curfew,

To damn the rules, go to a few parties.

  I want to tell him to not be afraid to love,

To sometimes break down the walls he’s built around his heart

And let someone in,

Take a leap of faith.

  Or you’ll become a machine,

Slowly, become a drone, become another blur in the gray faces.

Doing the same thing over and over and over again

Till the day you die.

   You’ll be stuck watching the reruns of somebody else’s life,

You’ll be stuck in the great mushy middle where all the droning, moaning masses

Live and eat and act and dress and think alike and see the same movies

So they can have the same conversations

And then dream the same dreams,

If they dream at all.

  The edge,

Sam,

The edge is where you want to be, where you want live,

Where you want to spend all of your days.

It holds the answers to your questions and the questions to your answers.

Live on the edge,

Sam,

Live on the edge is what I want to tell him.

Live on the edge where the game's not rigged,

The air is clear and brisk,

Your heart's pounding,

You’re shaking,

You’re lightheaded and queasy,

You’re scared

Because everything is initiation on that sharp unforgiving edge.

  Quit your job,

Sam!

Quit whining about your boring pathetic life and do something.

Do anything.

  Go dancing,

Is what I want to say.

Take a trip, take a dare, take a spin, take a chance.

  But if you fall,

If you fall my boy,

It’s okay to cry,

But please pick yourself up,

And for everything you’re worth,

Run run run all the way to the edge.

  Because when you’re older,

Sam,

When you’re older,

All those hours you spent locked up in your room, studying, won’t be of any use,

No,

All those times you did something you wanted,

Just because you wanted to,

Those will give you peace when you’re about to leave this world.

[toolovelyforlovepoems]

Poem on We Heart It.

[truepies]

[thepoeticunderground]

"A+"

February 15th

Want to buy my poetry book?

[aspiring0writer]

Nightmares

“Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!”

 I hear those beautiful words sound amidst all the gun fire.

“MIKE. WE’RE BACKING OFF. MIKE!”

 But he won’t turn and I scream for him 1 2 3 4 times

And I see a bullet lodge itself in his back.

 Time has frozen and my brain has frozen because this is not happening not now we’re so close to the end of this please please don’t let this be happening.

He falls so hard on the ground. And suddenly I can’t move, I’m a fly trapped in a pool of honey destined to die a slow, imminent death.

“John! Get mike to safety. We’ll cover you.”

That’s all it takes for me to snap out of my trance. I run faster harder that I thought I could towards my dying friend.

 “You’re going to be fine. Stay awake stay awake mike. You’re going to fine. I’ll get you away from here you’re going to be fine.” I keep repeating, I don’t even know who I’m trying to convince.

“J-J-John?” He stutters, blood spewing out of his mouth.

“Not now, Mike, save your energy.”

“John, take care of my sister for me p-p-please.” I see the exact moment when the life fades out of his eyes. And I’m screaming, screaming for him not to close his eyes, that he can make it, that we’re almost there, just a few more seconds.

“John! John wake up, calm down john, it was just a nightmare john you’re safe, you’re all right.”

“No, no, Sherlock you don’t understand, he needs my help, he needs me to get him to safety.”

“There’s nothing you could have done for him, it wasn’t your fault, LISTEN TO ME, John.”

“Uh-what-what’s happening I don’t—I don’t understand—I need to –“

“Shhh. You’re okay, John, you’re here, I’ve got you.”

“Right. Right. Sorry. I can’t, I d-don’t know how to get over this. I just, I feel so guilty all the time. And I-“

“You shouldn’t. You did everything you could.”

“Mike would want you to get over this, John, he would want you to move on.” His voice gentler now.

“I’ll try I’ll always try. I don’t deserve you, Sherlock. I’ll never understand why you stick with me, but I’ll always be grateful.”

[aspiring0writer]

Savior

And when I look into your steady gray eyes I see love, so much love, kindness, Beauty. Oh so much beauty.

  Your eyes your eyes your eyes They shine so bright They put the stars to shame.

  There is so much tenderness in your touch, Like you were stroking a feather. And yet, unbelievably, when those same hands Went to war, they were fierce, unhesitant and strong.

  I had lost all hope of goodness in this world Lost all hope in love, in faith. I started believing that people only looked out for themselves; Only looked out for power, more, more, more, more.

  But you saved me. You saved me when I had given up. Given up on myself.  You saved my broken soul, My tortured soul. Even without knowing it, You saved me with your love. 

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[hispanicbruja]

The Hunter

The hunter stays awake through the lonely night getting ready for another fight No matter how many he’s won it doesn’t matter Because he knows soon he’ll crumble and shatter

All alone he knows he’ll stay Because when the things in the dark come out to play, Everyone he loves will be taken away

To hell and back he has came Broken and tortured he’ll remain Not even the angels from heaven can help him now Because they have all fallen down

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[demurecas]

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