Aesthetic Poetry

[frequencyofcreativity]

[quoteastic]

I'm tired of waiting. For once, I want to be fought for.

[surqrised]

“It’s funny how someone who was just a stranger last year, can mean so much to you now. It’s terrible that someone who meant so much to you last year, can be just a stranger now.”

— Unknown

[thehopefulquotes]

“Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.”

— Haruki Murakami

[frequencyofcreativity]

I learned your shadows.

I met your darkness.

I witnessed your illusions.

I stayed.

[frequencyofcreativity]

With you, I’m living in a long-term de javu.

[frequencyofcreativity]

Devotion is a pure validation of someone’s emotions and intelligence.

[frequencyofcreativity]

Your Soul is barefoot and ready to see. Your skin is naked and ready to intertwine with these inviting artworks. They are other sacred Universes. You dissolve in this newborn connection, endless communication, stardust adoration.

[frequencyofcreativity]

And only illusional sadness left,

It is Fading away

As if morning fog, thick,

And cold just like your promises.

[thehopefulquotes]

“I am going to marry somebody that makes me feel like a poem.”

— Lee Smith, Fair and Tender Ladies (via meineluft)

[thehopefulquotes]

“When nobody else celebrates you, learn to celebrate yourself. When nobody else compliments you, then compliment yourself. It’s not up to other people to keep you encouraged. It’s up to you. Encouragement should come from the inside.”

— Joel Osteen (via quotefeeling)

[thehopefulquotes]

“Sometimes the greatest act of love is to walk away so that the other person can find their true self and direction again.”

— Leon Brown (via thoughtkick)

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, "Blue Iris." Devotions

[frequencyofcreativity]

You wished you had cared and loved her to the moon and back. You did but you never showed.

[frequencyofcreativity]

From her to you: “At the sunset of my feelings, waves of sorrows touch the sand.

Touch my soul...yours? Are you here?”

November, 10th 1995

[frequencyofcreativity]

From you to her: “Be there, I beg. At the sunrise of my quietness. Inside”

September, 24th 1995

[frequencyofcreativity]

The bus drove. Your souls drove at the full speed: to collapse.