- ⋆ ࣪ . ℯ𝒸𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓎 ˎˊ˗

9teen☆

[desirsthings]

Someone

I plug in my ears and silence the world.

Its a music

But not my favourite one,

Its never the favourite one

It's that way for a while

Walk alone in the usual path

Now its more tiring

For there is nothing to make me smile anymore

And I'm unsure of how long it will last

I now hold the promised lillis

It lay on my desk

Rotting with time

And yet, it stays

There is no more soothing voice to calm me down

Nor someone to hold me when I'm weak

Was this really the ending for us?

[florarainquillwrites]

@Flora_RainQuill

Hey ☺️, I am Flora, I am a poet , I write emotional, meloncholic, hopeful, dark and sometimes mythological based poems...

Hey Everyone, I am finally back on Wattpad. I wasn't able to update there as my Wattpad wasn't working and I couldn't login. I am really sorry for my sudden disappearing from there. Now as I am back, My poetry series, Kintsugi : Longing For Warmth will be updated regularly and will be soon completed. There are only few poems left to post and I am really happy and a bit sad that our Kintsugi journey will be over soon but I am really proud of what this series has turned out to be and this wouldn't be able to happen without, @desirsthings , the co writer of this series and @lexunlunarix , the cover artist. I am so grateful that they were patient with me .

Thankyou again to all of you for supporting me and reading my poems 💖.

[desirsthings]

Wait till the home sleeps

And he finally breathes

Never ask much

Never talk much

All that and he will be alone again,

In the already lonely void

Left alone to endure the silence of being with himself

And forever clinging on to something that might just fade away

Hoping and praying it won't

Just a lost boy with powers,

he becomes his father

Unaware of what he does-

until he's lost everyone he loves

But he comes back to them again, everytime

Not like his father-

like him

And he will apologise for his very existence

Not expecting forgiveness,

for he is aware of the done damage

Waiting for to be seen,

To be understood.

But who will know about the blue roses on his arms?

[kissedfawns]

kinda nervous about something. don’t know what it is yet

[desirsthings]

I'm alive😭

[epiclittlel6dy]

[desirsthings]

Bliss

The warmth of the heat somehow reminds me of you.

In the darkness I search for you, but its your hands that find my face,

holding me as tho my desire might just fade away

Rushing, hearing the clock's ticking.

But soon, the minutes fade, the clock's ticking fade and all that remains is us.

As i melt deep in your hands, I can feel our heart raise, terrified, but this is worth every fear we live in

A little bliss in our chaos,

Like a little light in the darkness like water found in dessert, rare beautiful and calming

[desirsthings]

Too Much..

Too much I feel

Too much I want to say

Too many people for me

For a girl left alone all her life

Will I need to provide for them?

Will they ask like my parents did?

Will I be torn apart again?

I do not want that

Too many things I want

Too many people I want to know

Too many things I want to feel

How much so I forget my pain

Will I ever exist in peace?

Will the peace I exist be mine?

Will I ever find comfort in this chaos?

I wish I did

Will my questions be too much?

[bansheebeez]

Night gave me the insomniacs

The artists

The alcoholics

The drug addicts.

Chase was always going to die but

the story makes more sense with him in it.

[thegeneus254]

‎Real eyes

‎Realize real lies.

‎Wise minds

‎Recognize disguised signs.

‎Pure hearts

‎Prioritize true ties.

‎False smiles

‎Often hide dark sides.

‎Time flies,

‎Exposing every disguise.

‎And the deepest scars,

‎Come from trusted lies.

[florarainquillwrites]

Emily - A poetry collection

Greetings!!

After months of waiting for the right time to release this poetry ebook, I finally thought to release it on 18 May . This poetry ebook is heavily inspired by Emily Dickinson and her writing style. Emily Dickinson has really influenced me and her life couldn't be more interesting to me.

I really admire Emily Dickinson's way of writing poems, viewing life, love and finding peace. This is my first poetry ebook release, so I am very excited and nervous, I hope you all like it , I can't wait to hear your reviews. Thank you to everyone who supported my writing, read my poems, interacted with my posts ,or simply stayed with me through this journey, It truly means a lot.

Read online:

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I hope Emily finds the people who need it most.

-Flora Rain Quill Writes

[tearinmyside]

day 3...

hope is a train wreck

dew eyed and prone to hysterical sobbing as you lean your head into a sofa cushion, as the long day fizzles into a dying horizon, as hope dangles sweet relief from its smooth mouth, the glint off of hot tracks as promise becomes a streaked mirror, a bumblebee drowned in rain water pooled in a leaking birdbath.

-kab

[desirsthings]

Even though I'm in a better place,

happy and away from something that I used to love-

I can hear her whispers,

sometimes even screams,

telling me how much she wants it

those moments and those memories -

I do not want anymore..

[desirsthings]

The Things We Hide

Every while my eyes find hers

I see it,

the sorrow.

Incapable to help,

but it's okay

Every while my eyes find his

I see it,

the ignorance.

Incapable to reach,

but I'll get over it

I try to hide the unfairness

I think she gets it.

But I shall never stop-

till these patterns are my habits

He tries to hide it all

And I read him like a book.

I know he will never stop-

till it comes out without an effort.

I used to think one day we shall forget the past

But the sparks of memory,

they lie in every creaks of our world

She shall find her cure once, to forget

I wish the past never existed

For the sparks are never ending,

they're everywhere, all around us

Wonder if I'll ever find my poison, to forget

[raesinbread]

does cigarette help forget?

if so, I would like to try one

maybe it'll force me to get you off my mind

but you don't consume me all the time

it comes in waves, like the blues of the sea

as bright as your eyes

but as inconsolable as the rain

it drowns me every chance it can get

I try to close my eyes, to sleep like it's my last

but as the darkness occupy my mind

whispers of your name comes rushing in vain

and as I see the light from my opened eye

all I can think of is; how to forget all the pictures you've painted inside my head

[desirsthings]

Thoughts

For once I do not want to think

I do not want to predict the future

Dont want to make sure,

that everything is perfect

Everytime I go out

I do not want to doubt,

about the eyes that follow me

And everytime I come home

I do not want to be alone,

I want to be with him

Where I can finally shut down

Where the silence is not a punishment

Where I'm enough

Where I do not need to think

Where everything clicks

Where all we have is silence

And comfort

[desirsthings]

Good for me

I watched as I got treated differently

By the people who must love me.

Knew it was unfair-

But one spoke up for me,

I wouldn't do that for myself either,

never knew how to

So I sat there, watching.

I watched as I got replaced,

By the same people.

Guess I wasn't enough.

I realised I could be a million things-

To please them,

But I will never be the one.

If I must be treated well by them

Then they'd rather take a risk and not do it

Not because they hate me,

they'd rather have something easy to deal with

Unlike me, who built walls around to protect me.

For a long time I thought myself as a burden.

Being born in the same family means they just love you-

But the way they treated me,

I knew they were struggling with it-

forced.

So I played too many characters-

To fit in

but they didn't like any, it never got easier.

Found some distractions elsewhere-

now I'm much happier.

Though it wouldn't last,

at least they have much less to deal with.

And now they seem much happier-

freed.

Good for them, I think..

Good for me.