You, unawakened soul of heaven

IRINA

[every-word-written]

My sanity rests on her lips

Her lips speak a thousand words Of turmoil that knows no rest Tales of wonder and heroic battles Stories of magical realms

The way they part and gasp for breaths And stay clenched between teeth The way they root though my skin and bones Over neck and between sheets

The salt and sugar that line that curve And sometimes run dry The parched essence of her exotic being Where the whips of her dagger tongue lie

The shades they pain themselves in Red and mauve and maroon glow All in a rainbow’s code of love All in a story untold

The syllables that hang from the edge of them They run like watercolour drip The way they covet for the eternal chaos They way my sanity rests on her lips.

[every-word-written]

December

December comes with a thirst of its own. The nights spent pondering over the silken flow of time. The aghast broken hearts and the monstrous thoughts roaring over your head like guillotined hopes. It has your sunshine smiles and the heaviness of us staring back at us, through mirrors that reflects each scar and every kiss. The ticks of distance and the beeps of the oven, and the familiar smell of vanilla in the little corner of your house where we kissed, twirled, and called home.

December is intoxication on the streets, getting drunk on your lips and the smooth sways of jazz; it has laughter for riots and your breaths at 3AM. Fairy lights lit up pathways that still echo with your carols and the sweet hums of your ivory songs. It carries your essence in the letter you wrote me, your sweet scent threaded in my clothes from the afternoons when the world went oblivious in your eye, the glitters of Christmas radiating from your soul and the mistletoes we were supposed to kiss under.

December has us falling in love again, over miles, with the remembrance of how your skin felt beside mine, the calm that grew from our rooted naked legs and our heartbeats exploding through our ears with every embrace lasting for eternities we are yet to physically live.

December is you and me and drifting gazes finally anchoring on familiar shores.

[every-word-written]

November

November carries a strange sense of longing somewhere in the middle of being complete and disoriented

There are no reasons to light up the sky with lanterns and no reason to make your hours smell like butter and chocolate

But November has the essence of you on my chest after I’ve sneaked in to your house for the millionth time

November has us under the same blanket from the first night we spent together on your birthday. Your mother was mad and we were in love. This has my whispers and your smiles all tangled up under one big picture of a flashy neon sign that says forever

November has distance, between our bodies, physically over miles, when I am away, and inches between our fingers, when all we do is stare at each other, hungry and wanting, from across the table

November has no celebrations or art or even

But November has the sound of us crashing against each other, my hand under yours, goose bumps for clothes, and pressed lips for words, all under your favourite blanket. It has the strangest feeling of belonging somewhere while we talk about our wandering homeless souls

November. I think November is a nice month to fall in love with you again.

[pocket-full-of-proses]

Open inbox, open mind & open heart: Talk, ask, breathe with me.

[zfyn]

The second largest country in the world just decriminalized homosexuality. The Supreme Court of india struck away a colonial era ban on gay sex. “History owes an apology to LGBT persons for ostracisation and discrimination; It is difficult to right a wrong by history. But we can set the course for the future.” This is such a victory for the lgbtq+ community within India and all over the world. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[every-word-written]

Since 1861, the Constitution of India contained Section 377 criminalizing any kind of sex that is not penis-vaginal.

Today, on the 6th of September 2018, the Supreme Court of India legalized gay sex in India.

"Majoritarian Views and popular morality cannot constitutional rights."

Although there is a long way to go for equality, today we have started winning this long fight for freedom. We are no longer criminals! And honestly, it feels like being born again. 🌈

This is azaadi.

- D

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

hello i am here to validate the shit out of you

[every-word-written]

My inbox is open for you always !

[dailynietzsche]

“Sexuality, intoxication, and cruelty all belong to the oldest festal joys of mankind, but also preponderate in the early artist.”

—F. Nietzsche, The Will to Power, §801 (edited excerpt).

[every-word-written]

I remember vividly how I fell in love with you; underneath gentle skies blowing fierce winds and my skin smelling of carelessly brewed coffee.

Little notes

[lovelust-andliars]

Do you really remember?

[tomfraychambers-blog]

Yeah I do I remember the time of day it was, where I was sitting, I even remember the screen on my laptop your convo on messenger at the side after our little first argument xD

[lovelust-andliars]

How lame would it be if I asked about it? :3

[tomfraychambers-blog]

:3 well it was around 11-12 in the afternoon I was sat in my black hoodie I always wore at the dining room table leaning against the wall on the chair when I decided to write to you apologising after the argument about munro, we started talking about general things and you asked about my work so I remember sending you those videos of wonderland

Then I remember getting multiple coffees being that tired I had my head rested on the table whilst typing and listening to music until 1-2am because I didn’t want to sleep, me and you were talking huge paragraphs about everything! All night and that night once I said goodnight to you I remember smiling so much after I shut the laptop thinking “shit I can’t wait to speak to her again.. I really really think I’m falling for you” and my heart was racing just waiting for the morning to come more.

[lovelust-andliars]

So we get ddone arguing about something about munro and you realized you loved me? :3

I remember when you told me.. it was like 11pm here and once you did I couldn’t help but to keep smiling and I have been since

[tomfraychambers-blog]

Hahah pretty much yeah..

You remember?? Tell me?

[lovelust-andliars]

Well it was when I had this crappy old tablet so I stole my best friends sisters laptop and we were talking constantly. I was in my old gray shoulder shirt lol I just learned the time differences so I knew it was around 4am where you are and by the way you were talking i could tell you were nervous over something so when i asked you.. you told me you loved me. I was standing making my friends sister a Turkey burger.. like i actually remember that much haha. When you told me that i almost burnt it because i stood staring at the screen for a few minutes

I just never thought you’d actually love.. me. So I want sure if it was true until we spoke more and more and you became everything in my head and I realized I was in love with you too and I just remember hoping it was true and it’d last :3

Wow.. lol I’ve never told anyone any of that ha

[tomfraychambers-blog]

:3 awww baby that’s so cute!!

[lovelust-andliars]

We have such a mushy love story even for something online :3

[tomfraychambers-blog]

:3 we do! Better than yours and muns haha

Ours was gradual more and more through the years

[every-word-written]

So beautiful, you guys :)

[every-word-written]

I remember vividly how I fell in love with you; underneath gentle skies blowing fierce winds and my skin smelling of carelessly brewed coffee.

Little notes

[every-word-written]

Come loudly, silently, dancing on tip toes when the moon is full. Come, heed my invitation. We'll make this night chant our names. Come, the sheets await your tenderness. I'll carry you with all the strength I have and with every step we'll make million dreams come true. Let's curl ourselves up in the skin of ours and share the drops that form on them. Will you be the whisper which every minuscule piece of me beckons to? We've grown tired of the meaningless ticking of time and I see the weariness in your eyes. Where every touch heralds a new awakening, let's go there. Slide on the avalanches of our passion. Come, we'll make childish love and break every fence and wire that ever surrounded us. We'll start a new road at every dead end, for beyond every road of yours is a road that leads to me. Come, we'll find each other again, anew, raised on clouds and surrounded by all that we feel. Come, lose yourself in me, for tonight's the night when the moon is full, the sky of unknown heights and us inseparable. Come, it's time for us to whore a little more, it's our time when you and me merge irreversibly into we. #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poem #quotes #lovequotes #poetsofig #poetsociety #poemsofinstagram #poemsonig #womenwhowrite #wordporn #wordgasm #writersblock #writerscommunity #spilledwords #poetrygram #instapoetry #wordhour #wordswithqueens #writers_creed #poetcommunity #lovepoem #sapphic #spilledink #spilledpoetry #latenightthoughts #herheartpoetry (at Kolkata)

[every-word-written]

I love your writings! I am looking forward to more of your writings. <3

Hey, thank you so much ! I have been stuck in a writer's block for a couple of months now. Just waiting for a drip of inspiration. I really appreciate your patience and support ! Have a great day x

[every-word-written]

The world with you

I don’t want mediocre love

No

I want something bigger, greater

More magnificent than any of us

I want to travel the world with you

Get matching shirts and learn new languages together 

I want mornings in different corners of the world with you

Take you out to lunch in different restaurants across the world

Make new friends together 

And take silly pictures in front of historical monuments 

I want matching tattoos and hands held on unknown journeys

Count stars on mysterious lands

And end up making love under foreign skies

I don’t want four walls with you

I want a small bagpack and never ending roads through lily fields

I want the shine in your eyes with every new destination and every new sunrise 

I will not settle for mediocracy

You were born for the universe 

And there is no way I will confine your roots to the same place

I want us, a new us every day

Discovering new desires and crossroads 

I want random lost highways and colorful festivals with you

I want all of you around all that is

Entirely 

Truly 

Purely.

[every-word-written]

“If it’s love, then it’s love. Don’t fight it.”

Advice to a friend

@xmrgoodguyx

[every-word-written]

Her

I have seen her straight out of bed.

Bed hair, bed eyes and bed smile.

Lying on her favourite pillow, with her favourite cover

Drawn up her body like the most fragile ferocious shield

Waking up after a night that seems to go on forever;

Relentless, tiresome ticking away of seconds that gushed in with anxiety and misery.

I have seen her calling it a night when the sun is about to shine and waking up feeling perplexed with no recollection of how she survived the darkness.

I have seen her straight out of bed and she has looked like the most exotic and lonely thing to walk Earth.

And I do not remember loving anyone else so fiercely.

[every-word-written]

Maybe

If not for the words mongering away from the sweat of time,

The jealous green watercolour painted lands over barbed wire lines,

Maybe,

if one day with wrinkles cemented on my skin, I can't call out to you,

Well, maybe that day you'll forget about me too.

[every-word-written]

“i’d like to make you immortal” fucking dig this line so much 10/10 would die if anyone ever said this to me and i absolutely adore that this is exactly what i’m doing w my current chapbook. here’s to all the lovers we make immortal through poetry, and all the poets with the guts to write it.

THANK YOU! And yes, may we let our words live beyond us and the people we love. Also, you write fantastic.

[videtur-existentia]

Thank you for this reminder, that in every word we write, be it in poetry or in prose, is an immortalisation of that which we write about.

Be it yourself, someone else in real life, or a fictional character, that can be your own or someone else’s.

This is the same for every piece of art created from scratch.