here's something

[Fractured poetry, word womit and disjointed thoughts] [an overview into the creation of the unmasked me]

[shutinthenutouse]

[stay-close]

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.”

— Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

[liveralone17]

poetry.

so anyone who knows me will know i love poetry, specifically unique poetry that kinda makes no sense but oh well. anyway! hello i’m sharkie and here’s a piece of poetry i wrote.

if i ever lose my battle, i hope to go to ‘hell’. i hope to be held by lucifer in his cozy feathered wings. i hope to be given a warm drink and reassured that it wasn’t my fault. he will be proud of me, he’ll know i tried. he’ll understand how i felt because this isn’t hell. hell was living on earth. he’ll embrace me in his arms, a kiss placed on my head. he’ll apologise for the things i went through, and send me straight to bed. so yes i want to go to ‘hell’. that is not a bad thing. i hope you understand, because when i lose my battle you’ll regret saying anything.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“Don’t let my silence wound you. I'm just tired of words.”

— Manuel Bandeira, from “This Earth, That Sky.”

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Nick Miller

[justanotherpsychopath]

That's why I actively work towards making it better for as many people as possible. I might not be able to safe the world by myself, but I can make it better for some of it.

And it gets easier when we share the load💞

I died inside so many times in this life

went through hell and back.

Got resurrected

And had to get stronger each time.

The world is my motivation

To see it in a better place

Even if I have to create [it] myself

Build up a space

For a stage

Show up and show my face

Look at the disgrace

Tell stories of freedom and grace

Fight for better days

[old-school-romantics]

Rocío Romero García

[joytri]

[dailykafka]

Kafka actually wrote like this…

[rainreads-deactivated20250201]

"Tired" by Langston Hughes.

[whimsifae]

[thebrokendentist-deactivated202]

Love, a scarlet dagger, pierces the depths of our souls, its crimson trails marking our journey. The bittersweet pulse of passion, a dance between ecstasy and agony 🩸

[heartofmuse]

Tell me about your dreams and your goals. Tell me about what is dearest to your heart, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. Tell me about your favorite books, and about the way art moves your soul. I want to close my eyes so I can truly see you in the way my soul needs, and in the way your soul yearns for.

e.v.e.

[quotefeeling]

“And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep.”

— Unknown

[mykwrites]

War, hate, prejudice

After it all

What do we have left?

Under the rubble?

What glints

Underneath the bomb shells?

That you see, my friend

Is the legacy of the human race, at the end

All that's left is art

Passion, poetry, a beating heart

After all your money, land, and profit

People suffering for the jingle in your pocket

Your greed dies, but

Paint and pencil and words,

live on.

[mr-tier-deactivated20240124]

[mr-tier-deactivated20240124]

[betterthannonfiction-deactivate]

Some of us are born under stars of strange light at strange angles with arcane passwords glinting in between the flecks in our eyes one blink, the lotus opens another blink, it closes again darkness will swallow creation but starlight runs in our veins like flowers great galaxies bloom on the inside.

[quotefeeling]

“How do you know someone is for you? They bring peace you haven’t found anywhere else. They support your effort. They water your growth.”

— Unknown

[thepersonalquotes]