I hope my poetry can still resonate with others long after I'm gone <3
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I hope my poetry can still resonate with others long after I'm gone <3
Edit; im back hoes, got a lot of random shitposting to catch up on
I know you check
Every few hours
To see if one of us read, liked, or related to those silly little words
that are your everything.
I do too.♡
J.h.s.
"Oh I'd kill
To be an arsonist
And burn bridges without shame."
Arsonists - Ethan Bortnick
Can I call myself a poet, just for writing poetry?
For bleeding from my heart, words that you may never see?
Can I call myself a poet, if the words come naturally?
Even if the rhyme or flow isn't good enough for me?
Surely, I could be a poet, for feeling every line
For leaking letters you can feel, even though they are mine
If you read this and relate, then it may be a sign
That you also wonder if, you're a poet by design
But can I call myself a poet, if I don't follow the 'rules'?
The guide that makes it 'poetry', like they taught us in the schools?
If you ask me, the ones who made that guide are fools
That's like a jewler telling me that diamonds cannot pass as jewls
So yes, we are poets, when words explode from inside
From our happiness, anger, or tears we have cried
When words resurrect pieces, of us, that we thought had died
If they say you aren't a poet, I say they have lied.
-j.h.s.
In This House - J.H.S.
In this house
The walls talk, and they say I'm so lost
I keep chasing Us, through every loss
They don't approve, the happy, the lies
The way we come back, even after goodbye
In this house
Our words echo through the halls,
Out of the windows, into drywall
We fight, then it's over just before
You leave, and walk out of the door
In this house
The walls feel our longing, sees our pain
The way we keep trying with nothing to gain
The breathless words, the lingering moans
The okay we feel, it comes then its gone
In this house
It's alive, it breathes and it sighs
The love we feel, the hurt, the 'whys'
The bills on the table, your hand in mine
Our feelings explode, the energy is divine;
In this house.
Kinda bored....wanna love me like they do in romance novels?
J.h.s.
My fingertips ache to touch what will never be felt by them again.
J.h.s
We're all just delusional humans with a fucked up God complex.
J.h.s
Charcoal - J.H.S.
Still, with what shes holding, she stays in routine
Burdened, must be something that runs in her genes
You wouldn't know, with a glance in her eyes
What you see on the outside, well managed disguise
Pretty and perfect, her false confidence
Sits upon her shoulders with high maintenance
She stays put together, till shes falling apart
And they'd never suspect what she has in her heart
A flame that keeps burning, fueled on by her soul
And if she isn't careful, it'll blaze till charcoal
Missing respect, they could never understand
The effort it takes to provide on demand
Her silent battles, locked behind bars and brick walls
She wont let them see it, even when she falls
She gets back up and she does it again
Determined that next time, she'll fight and she'll win
Why does it seem that this world has a goal
To burn her all the way down to charcoal
~for the one they look at, but never See~
~I lay, silent, entangled in the sound of your breath
I am still, I am frozen, I'm mimicking death
My fingers are feathers falling unto your chest
My heart has been pounding, yours sighs in deep rest
I try not to wake you, as if you could feel
The way I feel around you, seemingly unreal
I'm transcending my body, my soul is so light
When I'm laying beside you, the whole world feels right
Your touch burns and it blisters right into my skin
'Till my new scars remember how you feel, again
J.H.S
If my thoughts were the stars, you'd take up the whole sky
But to be able to meet you there, id have to learn to fly
Id jump off from the pedestal I've placed you upon and
Practice spreading my wings that I once thought were gone
But they're merely a delusion, and they open so wide
That I know I can reach you, I can fly by your side
But I reach the top, and wonder why you aren't there
Then I fall back to the bottom, the hell that we share
If you were a cigarette, I would smoke the whole pack
So I could breathe you in, have your taste back to back
I heard someone once said 'cigarettes are good for you'
Funny that I have the same sick delusion about you...
If I could consume you, you'd take up every part of me
If I could break my obsession id learn to leave you be
But I cant close my eyes without seeing your face
So even though you're awful, you're the perfection I Chase
J.h.s.
(The stars we see are just a delusion they're beautiful and sparkley and they're already dead)
I tattooed his name into my skin.
Right over the scars, where I'd once carved it in. :)
J.h.s.
"You say I am your whole world, then you don't want me anymore
How did our story end up twisted? We were romance now we're gore"
From an unfinished poem of mine.
J.h.s
"With my health in greatest interest, my doctor has just written me an unlimited prescription of Your Undying Love. Which is to be taken, morning, mid-day, and night; followed immediately by The Feeling Of Your Touch. "
J.h.s.
If I Pass Before You -J.H.S.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Billions of people in this world
But I'm only thinking about you
Getting lost inside my thoughts that leave me drowning in my head
But if I die drowning in you I'll be okay with being dead
And if I pass before you know that my spirit will go
To where you are, where I will stay, and find a way to let you know
That I will haunt you till the end until you too become a ghost
And never let you forget that I alone love you the most
And when our souls walk hand in hand into the after life
We'll have a ghostly wedding, I'll forever be your wife
So if I pass before you, don't you dare shed a tear
Just remember that no matter what I'll always be waiting here
Even if somehow, someway, you stopped loving me
I would still belong to you, far beyond eternity
~dedicated to my love~
Still yours my love, three years after writing this
Love Letters - J.H.S
Our moonlit embrace has turned cold and lonesome
Stained by memories that I once viewed as wholesome
I lie beside you yet so far away
Our skin is touching between the decay
My fingers are sore from gripping my pen tight
While I write of the things that keep me up at night
And I reach to you but you've put up a door
So I don't write love letters to you anymore
Your eyes have gone dark, no longer alight
With the flames they once held each time I was in sight
You breathe on your own, I'm not blind to see
That the breaths you now take are no longer for me
And each word you say just feels like a lie
When you can't resonate with the tears that I cry
Ive run out of words, they don't come like before
And so I cant write love letters to you anymore
I wish I never wrote this one...I wish I wrote you more love letters
Untitled -J.H.S.
The perfection you want is not what I am
I want to be worthy..I don't know if I can
I want to hold you, and be what you want
But that lovely idea is merely a taunt
I want to feel your lips, pressed against mine
Embraced in a love you described as divine
“Neither hell nor heaven could tear us apart”
You said to me before you shattered my heart
I must of fell short, too many things in the way
For you to believe me each time that I say
“I'll love you until my very last breath”
Would you still see me lowly if I proved it with death?
If you said to jump I would ask you how high
And I'd preform the task without asking you why
I'll be your support through your pain and your strife
You said “like a wolf, you and I mate for life”
The words you once said, blurred and bled away
Lost in the echos of what happened those days
But I still remember the you that you are..
I remember the you hid beneath every scar