THIS IS NOT POETRY

— I scribble words so people won't feel as lonely as me.

[ourtwohands]

I don’t want to forget; I want to be okay with remembering.

DY // twelve words for 12am thoughts // memories, too precious to be thrown away (via ourtwohands)

[her-drafts-blog]

I feel trapped in my own skin.

[poems-she-wrote]

Always remember; if they act like they can live without you, let them.

p.s.w (via poems-she-wrote)

[indieteen]

[her-drafts-blog]

I may not fully understand it, but my life makes sense. I make sense.

(via her-drafts)

[mypenleaksiridescence]

[poetryandthesea]

Whenever you enter the room the world becomes a colouring book where only you are painted in and the rest fades away.

// metaphors and poetry j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

[poemswords]

[poemswords]

[her-drafts-blog]

"I don't know what they're called, the spaces in between seconds – but I think of you always in those intervals."

[drunk-on-writing]

no matter how hard i try, i’ll never be put together something will always be missing broken there will always be pieces of me that are chipped and cracked and now they don’t fit back into place nicely like forcing a puzzle piece where it doesn’t belong because you can’t find the one meant to fill the space my pieces don’t all fit together anymore some have been ripped then taped back together some have gone missing some stolen i’ll never be complete something about me will always be off wrong like my socks that never match or my stained clothes from all the drinks i spill i’ll always have these ugly scars, bruises from being too clumsy i’ll never be pristine, never be smooth and shinny and new i’ll always be this this mess of limbs and tears and a heart that beats too hard and a brain that moves as fast as a hamster running on a wheel i’ll never be beautiful; my insides and outsides are splattered with paint from the brush i couldn’t hold steady; i’ve ruined the artwork, what museum would want to have this hanging on their walls? i’m not perfect i’m not flawless sometimes i’m not even okay but this is me shattered and of all of the things i am not one thing is certain; i’ll always be me.

about me (cc, 2017)

[3amwritting]

When he saw her, he realized how much she had changed. Her stomach had flattened and her body gained more shape, Her hair longer and darker than ever, falling in large curls. Her usual scars and imperfections had left her face, Revealing even more of her sun kissed skin. Her laugh was louder and her smile was brighter. And for the first time in 8 months he noticed her beauty, And realized he had lost her

-A.P (via 3amwritting)

[3amwritting]

You see her for all her beauty, Blue shinning eyes, Freckles dotting her body like constellations. A smile and a laugh that lights up the whole room. She doesn’t always see her beauty, But you do. You see it in every inch of her

-A.P (via 3amwritting)

[poemswords]

[her-drafts-blog]

I may not fully understand it, but my life makes sense. I make sense.

[her-drafts-blog]

The sad truth is that no one even asks how you're doing. Or if you're okay. No one tries to reach out. When was the last time you felt so happy that your smile won't even leave your face? When was the last time you got invited to a group hangout? When was the last time you got told you can do better next time? Oh, did you have a haircut or did you buy a new dress? Have you ever been told that you're a lovely person, or that your existence is beautiful and the world wouldn't be the same without you? What is it that runs in your mind right now? What made you cry yourself to sleep last night? Do you still know how to human? Surprise! No one cares. You just try to bottle things up inside you until you think you can no longer handle it. Who cares about what you feel? They say you just make a big deal out of everything. You know what you could use? A listener. But everyone's busy living their life and you don't want to be a bother. So whatever thoughts that you have in mind, you just let them consume you. You can't let yourself expect people to be there for you as much as you are for them. Unfortunately, life doesn't work that way. And what sucks is that you can't do anything about it. It's like you're watching yourself slowly drown in a pool of emotions. Yes, you're here. You exist. But you're not living. You don't feel alive.

[lzlabs]

What We’ve Lost (we really gave away)

We’re apprised of speech but in silence stay ignorant of the words wisdom is gone knowledge misused ideas we built from, lie stagnant what we’ve lost is the gentleness of life the simple aches from hard work and proudness felt of a job well done we are just moving through life getting lost in the living moving quicker to the time when we become… dust