daring to write once more

[hasherbadar]

bye.

Good bye. May you be understood, and loved more.

[hasherbadar]

Chore

Writing has become a chore.

No heartache for fuel.

The stars have vacated my sky.

The moon has repulsed its bright side.

Tragically,

tragedy—

that trapped words into metaphors and similes,

has faded away

like the tail of a shooting star,

or like a river in a sea.

Shallow memories,

shallow aches,

shallow rhymes.

I had poetry but not you;

I have neither poetry

nor you.

Dearest,

be kind

and break my heart once more.

Please?

[hasherbadar]

Ideas stutter, stumble, and slumber away,

While blankness grows, gnaws, and gleams—

Daring to snatch my sanity.

[wnq-writers]

“A little devil in her angel eyes.”

— hasher-iwm 

[wnq-writers]

“She was like moonlight in my starless sky.”

— hasher-iwm 

[wnq-writers]

“Poetry is a sober man’s alcohol.”

— hasher-iwm 

[hasherbadar]

May your heart be thawed by the soft graze of Spring. And may your path lead you to a fruitful Summer. May Summer never Fall, and may Winter never repeat. Whatever the season be, may there only be glee.

fin (via hasher-iwm)

[hasherbadar]

Reality disappoints.

(via hasher-iwm)

[wnq-writers]

Loving her isn’t easy; her thoughts are kept concealed, her heart is decorated by warning signs.

hasherbadar (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I tried to shower you with my love, but you opened an umbrella.

hasherbadar (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

You’re lucky if they love you back.

hasher-iwm (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

Pain gathers in the heart.

hasher-iwm (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I was blind in love, And she was blind to mine.

hasherbadar (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

The pen bleeds, To heal, The heart’s affliction.

hasher-iwm  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

Sometimes only you see the moon and stars shining, and the person you so dearly love, can’t.

hasher-iwm (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I wanna fall in love with her, and never touch the ground.

hasher-iwm  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

Hell; the distance between our lips. Paradise; the taste of your kiss.

hasher-iwm  (via wnq-writers)