Saints of Little Faith, Megan Pinto

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Saints of Little Faith, Megan Pinto
Gifts / Valentine’s Day
My mother told me strawberries are poisonous and roses will make you bleed
I was taught since I can remember that if you accept a gift there will be something grave you have to give in return
Your mind , body , and soul can be sold just for a box of chocolates
The stuff animals are only given as a reminder of how fragile you truly are .
When your heart begins to beat just a little quicker then usual you are done for
Make a grave for yourself before they do it for you
The endless gifts that could be given all have deceit written all over them
Professional tricksters is what my mom calls those people
The one who tells you sweet words and gives even sweeter heart shaped food
If your not careful they will devour your heart like you devoured that chocolate
They will leave no scrapes just like you didn’t
My moms words always ring in my ears when I see a gift now “ deception, fraud , and betrayal.” On a continuous loop to remind me that the giver is also a taker .
That nothing in life comes for free .
As I am given a gift I feel the ache of my heart missing
Others don’t see I am not whole , that I have pieces that were taken from me that can never be returned
I feel as of now I am immune to the charade these givers play
I know now roses are only meant to be given to the dead and strawberries are killers that remind me of warm summer nights where only one person was in love while the other couldn’t give such a pricy gift as that
Turning pain into art
What I did with my last days
The world is ending and I’m enjoying every last minute
I enjoy the fire that spreads across the hills
it keeps me warm
I swim in the rising water since I never had the chance to before
I dance outside as the thunderstorms create a beautiful symphony
The lightning that lights up the sky is god taking my picture for no one has ever seen me smile so brightly
There is no way to tell if tomorrow will be burning hot or freezing cold
However, right now is perfect
So I frolic in fields that are dying and mourn all the life that has already been taken
I tell everyone I love goodbye and I enjoy my last days until my inevitable demise
I tell everyone I love goodbye and I enjoy my last days until my inevitable demise
The world is ending and I’m enjoying every last minute
Gifts / Valentine’s Day
My mother told me strawberries are poisonous and roses will make you bleed
I was taught since I can remember that if you accept a gift there will be something grave you have to give in return
Your mind , body , and soul can be sold just for a box of chocolates
The stuff animals are only given as a reminder of how fragile you truly are .
When your heart begins to beat just a little quicker then usual you are done for
Make a grave for yourself before they do it for you
The endless gifts that could be given all have deceit written all over them
Professional tricksters is what my mom calls those people
The one who tells you sweet words and gives even sweeter heart shaped food
If your not careful they will devour your heart like you devoured that chocolate
They will leave no scrapes just like you didn’t
My moms words always ring in my ears when I see a gift now “ deception, fraud , and betrayal.” On a continuous loop to remind me that the giver is also a taker .
That nothing in life comes for free .
As I am given a gift I feel the ache of my heart missing
Others don’t see I am not whole , that I have pieces that were taken from me that can never be returned
I feel as of now I am immune to the charade these givers play
I know now roses are only meant to be given to the dead and strawberries are killers that remind me of warm summer nights where only one person was in love while the other couldn’t give such a pricy gift as that
i wouldn’t be myself without vulnerability and the softness my heart transpires. i am delicate and cold at times. a child in many ways but one. but i am me. without erasing my sometimes incomprehensible (sensible) approach to life, see me for who i am - the way i see you. feel my heart, the way i feel yours.
Others don’t see I am not whole , that I have pieces that were taken from me that can never be returned
What if’s
The what-if eats me alive until there’s nothing left but a disfigured form of what I once was
The torment I put myself through turns me into an unstable hideous creature
I can’t make up my mind on what to do with my life, what my next move should be, not even if I should get up or stay lying rotting
Turning my thoughts over and over
Every possibility, every problem, every second, played out in my head
Trying to predict what’s next
Can the monster that I turned myself into ever be free of my torment?
Or
Is this all I am now?
I can’t make up my mind on what to do with my life, what my next move should be, not even if I should get up or stay lying rotting
Dirty Diamonds
I believe that
nothing in this world
is more deceptive
than words; nothing
more deceptive
than any cluster
of alphabets that trigger
emotions in us, memories
and beliefs. Nothing is
more deceptive than
words that taste good,
comforting and sweet;
the reality, indeed, is
always much more harsh
{as a result, or otherwise}
because, an ambulance
can have an accident,
a lunatic can be
a preacher, a lover
can be a sadist,
Nature can
speak lies, many suicide
early in the morning;
gone underground
just as the sun
rose with its crown.
Painting by Bobbie Yazzie
BEAUTIFUL POEM !!! 👏🏼👏🏼💛
Is this all I am now ?
The worlds ending
I see death heading toward this world, telling us it's our time
Death tells us that history repeats itself and this time is no different
I see people turn away from his claim but our time is up my love
The world is ending so please hold my hand till the very last moment and don’t let go
Let’s reincarnate together into our next life
Let’s move on from this world into a better one
The world is ending the scientist told us on the news and nobody listened
There are only limited kisses now
Only so many days left to create memories together
I will cherish every moment I’ve been able to spend with you until my very last breath
Let’s move on from this world into a better one
Not meant to be
I wonder if when you speak my name are you reminded of my lips gently kissing yours?
Does hearing my name make you feel lonely?
Do your hands feel cold now that I am not there to warm them?
I gave everything I could to keep you warm
However, I need warmth too
I am reminded of you in everything I see
It’s a curse and a blessing that I wish to be free of
There’s only so much I can give but you need so much more
All I do now is mourn a love that could not last
There’s only so much I can give but you need so much more
Do your hands feel cold now that I am not there to warm them?
I gave everything I could to keep you warm