not of sound mind

[bullied]

The phrase “this made me think of you” is my favorite thing someone can ever say to me

[awastelandofwords]

i guess it's me and tumblr again, hello

[awastelandofwords]

the guardians of the universe thought it was nice

for love to be deemed as fleeting, wonderful but unkind.

thus it was created —

half euphoria, and half demise.

they sent love in herds, like torrential downpour in a desert

and masses scurried to quench their thirst—

broken promises,

empty souls,

melancholic woes—

anything that rids them off their worsts.

they fought for ownership,

gaping and ranting like unfed beasts

because if love were for their own

they won't have to hurt at the very least.

they won't have to feel they're weak,

because what else is strength for the sad and weak?

they had to have it.

at least, that's what they think.

but the guardians, not so half-amused,

shrivelled at the pitiful sight

love was sent in herds but people still desperately pick up fights

start up wars

and bet their lives

because getting love makes them feel better about themselves —

it makes them feel alright.

so they wet their hands with crimson,

thinking it's the only thing

that would get them by

but sometimes, they seem to be forgetting

that love often comes in disguise —

sometimes as fraudulence.

sometimes as deceit.

but they keep thinking it's worth all the tries

when in the first place, they've never once looked at it in the eye

and the wise men, who were all just standing by

silently knew

that though love doesn't come easy

it's worth more than being seeked out.

love knocks on doors like a familiar stranger,

and never the type to yell its name out loud.

[awastelandofwords]

there we are again, at that very same spot cupid decided to play with our hearts when we had our tongues tied and palms sweaty indulging in reveries about this love that we once called ourselves, art you walked in the room and looked at it like it was once ours smiling and laughing as if we never fought the wars i fumbled desperately, trying to not let you know that after all this time, i’m still trying to let you go you cracked a joke, looked at me and laughed but once our gazes were interlocked you were moved to an abrupt stop and i remember how back then, we couldn’t get enough. we’d talk for so long never realizing it was already 12 o’clock and i want to tell you that it sucks - to have you so close yet so far my emotions caged within a fragile jar my sorry head begging for a last chance from the stars to bring us back to when our hearts were beating in sync, but i could only do so with every stroke of this desperate pen for in prose and poetry, i  have you - all over again.

[awastelandofwords]

i need a break from life

[kristensnotebook]

[inkskinned]

and i didn’t get it, how people can be so courageous, because i get nervous in bars or any closed space without an obvious exit; get nervous when talking in class or turning in a test or watching a movie; i get nervous when i’m on trains or walking down a dark street or following directions

but it was you and i and you’d just said a good joke and i really like the undercut; you wear it well. you’ve got this infectious laugh that’s so quick and easy; it fills whatever it touches so gently. when the man starts yelling at us i watch you throw back your shoulders and say. well, fuck, buddy. i’m just trying to walk here.

i’ve never seen somebody grow so tall. all that force of you suddenly turned to steel, to stone. i had a flag like a sword at the back of me. i think i felt it grow warm. i looked at you and i finally got it, you know, because the look that went between every person in rainbows watching was the same one you wore: i fought too hard for the grip i’ve got. just you try. just you try to take this from me.

not now. not when i’m happy.

[yourwritinghelp]

[Self-reflection]

I take a step back

It helps in seeing the bigger picture

But it’s just a picture of you

And the further I am from you

The clearer you seem to be.

[awastelandofwords]

you don’t miss me. you miss the familiarity.

[juansendizon]

I think one of my best redeeming traits when it comes to love is that I am afraid to lose it. I am afraid that it will someday leave. I am afraid that it will someday destroy me. And if this fear has taught me anything about falling in love, it’s this: I am very loyal and in need of so much affection and I am not ashamed to admit that I am terrified but at the same time very blessed to be gifted by the universe of such happiness.

Juansen Dizon, May 30, 2018 (via juansendizon)

[poetbitesback]

We are the lesson from an old sermon spoken into existence from the pulpit, our love was only ever a warning: Look what happens when you pull down the heavens for one girl. You fall harder, faster, further and now that she has her hands full of holy she does not know how to pick you up, cannot remember how to hold onto anything so you clasp your own hands in hope, but those prayers go unanswered. Tears fall in church  and you wish you could tell the preacher that maybe some sins are better left unsaid.

- church pew poetry || O.L.

[awastelandofwords]

but i did everything i could to stay with you

[awastelandofwords]

it’s 1:30 am, and everything suddenly screams your name.  and there you are, probably lying wide-eyed on your bed telling yourself i must’ve already forgotten everything. silly. 

how could i?

[awastelandofwords]

i quick-painted agaaaaaain yay

[juansendizon]

[awastelandofwords]

[justscribbledwords]

I cry better on a bus stop all by myself than in front of my friends 

why give them the responsibility they can’t handle 

why make them see me shed my skin through my tears when they don’t know what to do of the leftovers 

why give them the trouble of wiping away the mess of my salt water when they have never seen the ocean I swim in