Through These Eyes

Just a bunch of my peoms and reblogs. I love reading others work! Feel free to submit or ask!

[pennywishpoems]

Failure to Thrive

Scream

Into

The void like

You’ll never need

Oxygen again.

You’re an echo chamber

Of hurt, your trauma bleeding

Through your sleeves. Trebuchet your pain.

Your last words, hidden and depicted

As gifted, yet unopened- self help books.

Scream into the binding of self help books. 

Rock bottom is so unforgiving

But still the only place to land.

This is why there is no god. 

And this is how I know.

Scream into the void

Like it’s hopeful.

Fail to thrive. 

Joke’s on

You.

Pen

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“More often than at times, I think so much in my head until my heart breaks in my hands and I can only watch as it slowly falls apart. I can only look at each bleeding piece and put them back together only to have my thoughts break it all over again.”

— Lukas W. // So many thoughts (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[the-book-diaries]

“You don’t know how to love people. You only know how to own them. And because people will never act just like you want them to… you’ll always feel betrayed.”

— Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game (via the-book-diaries)

[small-town--r-deactivated202605]

A twinkle danced

across my heart;

to the rhythm of your Valentine.

Painted pavement of admiration

within the miles that part us.

Gazing upon a shooting star;

I asked fate to bring

what is meant to be.

R.A.

[randomittys]

Ill bring a star to you

He said that, while he went to say the same thing to another human.

the difference between me and her though, is that while she wants constellations, and even the moon; for me to sit beside you under them, and watch them together is enough for me to be happy

[booksqouted]

“Perhaps she was glass. But glass is only brittle until it breaks. Then it’s sharp.”

— V.E. Schwab, Vengeful

[the-book-diaries]

“I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.”

— Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (via the-book-diaries)

[the-book-diaries]

“Self-pity is a sin. It is a form of living suicide.”

— Charles J. Shields, Mockingbird: A Portrait of Harper Lee (via the-book-diaries)

[eyesarethewindowtothesoul]

I live this sin

[writingforyourlovee]

I want to fall out of my life, 

like an ocean wave overcoming the sun, 

I want this life to dissipate.

[eyesarethewindowtothesoul]

The cold air,

Chills me to the bone.

Looking at all the beautiful colors,

Blanketing the ground.

Mist floating in the air,

Like magic.

In a fairy tale.

My mind is hazy,

As if I was in a dream.

Peacefully walking by a stream.

Holding on to this Neverland,

I wait for you.

[eyesarethewindowtothesoul]

Our journey is our own.

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- Picture by me -

[eyesarethewindowtothesoul]

The last of summer is here,

Still hanging on by a thread.

As the cold sweeps in,

And leaves begin to turn orange and red.

The earth takes one last deep breath,

Before the rains start,

Bringing cold dark skies filled with dread,

Long nights,

And the smell of autumn.

Almost as if there was too much left to be said.

Between two lovers,

Lost in a never ending cycle,

Still hand in hand.

-Photo by me-

[eyesarethewindowtothesoul]

I paint my nails black,

Decide i want rose gold sparkles.

One finger on each hand will do.

Light eyeliner,

Some mascara.

I take a look in the mirror,

At my newly blonde hair.

Somehow,

I still feel plain.

Red lipstick.

Oh, but what's the use.

I am a flame,

Ignited by love and loss.

Burning bright for all to see.

Bright enough to blind a man.

I hide nothing.

So I wipe off the makeup,

Untie my hair,

And walk out.

Confidence brimming,

I am a force to be wreckened with.

[papa-mint]

“She is lead by love. The world moves for love. It kneels before it in awe.”

— The Village (via crystalroca)

[poeticallyemm]

Dare to grow through the darkness.

– poeticallyordinary

[eyesarethewindowtothesoul]

Too long ago,

I was a sweet young girl wishing on stars.

Full of enthusiasm,

Ready to take on the world.

I had almost forgot what it felt like,

To daydream by a river.

Or walk miles into the wilderness,

With no real purpose.

Only connecting with the earth.

Letting my body exchange energies with mother nature.

I have consumed myself with self hate,

Feeling sorry for how pathetic my life has turned out.

Today.

I caught a glimpse of that girl i used to know.

I saw her smiling back at me in the water.

Eyes bright,

Full of happiness and potential.

How could I become such a stranger to myself.

This person I have been,

Is not who I am.

Its not who I want to be.

I miss the quiet evenings,

Reading books,

Writing poetry,

Listening to music.

So today,

I stayed a little longer,

I watched the sun set,

Taking in all its wonderful glory.

I felt so much lighter.

It was as if I recharged my cells,

I missed that feeling so much i cried.

Happy tears, for once.

This is the beginning,

Of what will be an amazing story.

💕

[philosophyquotes]

“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.”

—   Lao Tzu