here is a trap

Andreea, 20 Coffee, me and art.

[caitlyndeea]

Non-Medicine

Yesterday

i went to a pharmacy to buy myself an aspirin

for headache and love

The pharmacist told me that she took one too

and her beloved still deform her arteries

and that nor the strongest sedative can’t help

I can’t understand why she didn’t left

I don’t think there is a perceiving-pill

-Pills for heart we have, but feelings

Nah

-But you.

-Me.

Me. Looking finely, lots of pills

No one has to see me with them

To smile, not to leave,

-Why do you want to leave?

Ah, stifled the mazed I got

-I don’t know, to bitter or to sweet

-Both, for sure

You just don’t know what to feel.

And she didn’t gave me any pill.

As I am the pill.

-from the one who is always afraid

[caitlyndeea]

Non-Medicine

Yesterday

i went to a pharmacy to buy myself an aspirin

for headache and love

The pharmacist told me that she took one too

and her beloved still deform her arteries

and that nor the strongest sedative can’t help

I can’t understand why she didn’t left

I don’t think there is a perceiving-pill

-Pills for heart we have, but feelings

Nah

-But you.

-Me.

Me. Looking finely, lots of pills

No one has to see me with them

To smile, not to leave,

-Why do you want to leave?

Ah, stifled the mazed I got

-I don’t know, to bitter or to sweet

-Both, for sure

You just don’t know what to feel.

And she didn’t gave me any pill.

As I am the pill.

-from the one who is always afraid

[delightsofmysoul]

Sunrise

Sometimes my whole internal being is screaming It is clenched tight ready to strike out and wound Experience has taught me to keep that feeling bound up within me Unleashing it only brings complications More meaningless insincere promises Words from your lips That momentarily breed hope Which in the fullness of time reveal bitter disappointment I feel as though I am am a tightly sprung copper coil wound so tightly I am in danger of squeezing the very life out of my own being I hardly dare to breathe Incase I accidentally speak and reveal the anger and anguish I am holding so tightly I know a new day will bring new hope Eagerly I await the sunrise.

Delightsofmysoul 4 March 2021

[caitlyndeea]

[caitlyndeea]

[bnmxfld]

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.

Kait Rokowski (via bnmxfld)

[caitlyndeea]

The sky today was overwhelming

[quotemadness]

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

T. S. Eliot (via quotemadness)

[caitlyndeea]

An artist is someone who traps a bit of everyone’s soul in their masterpiece.

[caitlyndeea]

Non-Medicine

Yesterday

i went to a pharmacy to buy myself an aspirin

for headache and love

The pharmacist told me that she took one too

and her beloved still deform her arteries

and that nor the strongest sedative can’t help

I can’t understand why she didn’t left

I don’t think there is a perceiving-pill

-Pills for heart we have, but feelings

Nah

-But you.

-Me.

Me. Looking finely, lots of pills

No one has to see me with them

To smile, not to leave,

-Why do you want to leave?

Ah, stifled the mazed I got

-I don’t know, to bitter or to sweet

-Both, for sure

You just don’t know what to feel.

And she didn’t gave me any pill.

As I am the pill.

-from the one who is always afraid

[read-it-in-a-book]

F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.” - Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

[caitlyndeea]

Non-Medicine

Yesterday

i went to a pharmacy to buy myself an aspirin

for headache and love

The pharmacist told me that she took one too

and her beloved still deform her arteries

and that nor the strongest sedative can’t help

I can’t understand why she didn’t left

I don’t think there is a perceiving-pill

-Pills for heart we have, but feelings

Nah

-But you.

-Me.

Me. Looking finely, lots of pills

No one has to see me with them

To smile, not to leave,

-Why do you want to leave?

Ah, stifled the mazed I got

-I don’t know, to bitter or to sweet

-Both, for sure

You just don’t know what to feel.

And she didn’t gave me any pill.

As I am the pill.

-from the one who is always afraid

[caitlyndeea]

If I was you, I would watch how the sky fills us with peace

[bnmxfld]

Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re even born.

F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Beautiful and Damned (via bnmxfld)

Genius writer

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