[brokenbelletrist]

Beauty is rarely soft and consolatory. Quite the contrary.

Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.

—Donna Tart, The Secret History

[enamouredpoet-deactivated202205]

[thewildetyme]

“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”

— Franz Kafka

[brokenbelletrist]

We live in an infinity cycle of fear and self doubt

We decide ourselves that we don’t deserve the opportunities in front of us.

We sabotage our own future with unkind words in the mirror, leaving our minds open for

The imposter that overshadows that spark within us.

We are creators of the negative universe that gravitates around us.

[thewildetyme]

“El escultor ciego” (1632) painted by Jusepe de Ribera (1591-1652)

[brokenbelletrist]

“Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.”

—Oscar Wild, The Picture of Dorian Grey

[brokenbelletrist]

I am an entity mimicking the living Existing in autopilot Almost performing to perfection Nobody has noticed yet That’s how good of an actress I am The daily ritual that meant something once Now have become a monotonous chore Nothing brings joy to my heart I am just an empty shell That moves along with the current of the world I have no free will I either get pulled down or drown

[brokenbelletrist]

The world is full of poets.

But she;

But she herself is poetry.

—Archana Bhandari

[brokenbelletrist]

Indeed , I am a dark thing, a dark body, a haunting echo, a beautiful cry.

—s.anja

[brokenbelletrist]

“ I exist. In thousand of agonies— I exist.”

—Fyodor Dostoyevsky

[brokenbelletrist]

“I like people too much or not at all”

—Sylvia Plath

[brokenbelletrist]

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

—Ernest Hemingway

[brokenbelletrist]

Madness strikes again tonight I can feel it growing Consuming me from the inside I take a breath, and another Making sure I’m still alive I can feel myself losing control of my body There is no where to escape My chest growing tighter with every breath I take Losing my voice and slowly my will I fear I won’t come back from this

You hold my hand to keep me grounded Keeping me safe from myself I don’t want to disappear I can hear my heart beat as loud as thunder But I still feel you Keeping me from floating away I focus on your touch Leading me back to myself I close my eyes and breath again safely returning to your side Once more keeping the monster locked inside

Until next time . . .

[happyheidi]

[brokenbelletrist]

The earth will shatter under our feet

Swallowing up our pain

Leaving only darkness

No more sadness, no more anger, no more fear

Destruction will be all we know

Making this our eternal existence

[brokenbelletrist]

I want to live in a castle far away from people.

Wander dark, candle lit, stone walls at midnight.

Spend my days in a beautiful garden decorated with white peonies, hidden from the world by large bushes and ivy covered trees.

Immerse myself in a grand library, full of time collected books, daydreaming while listening to smooth and mellow classical music.

Dress in black, flowing gowns that wave in the wind as I run down spiral stairs leading to dark rooms in the search of my next ghost story.

Is that too much to ask for?

[brokenbelletrist]

my insanity lies bare these walls which once contained it show signs of weakness and deterioration. The empty halls echo the cries of my aging my secrets are hidden between stone walls the curse of my memories wander at midnight

I can hear a mellow and silky cello accompanied by a sweet and dark piano As dance my very last dance alone I feel the slow footsteps of death come closer its cloak dragging behind with a somber sash holding the candle of my life in its cold hands its puckered lips awaiting my last b

it joins me in center stage griping my hands like deadly vine my time is running out but all i want to do is dance Agony never makes its final appearance Relief takes its place My final moments crowned by the most blissful symphony A tribute to my evanescence life