ChaoticallyBeautiful

[intrinsicallyeccentric]

When you hear the cicada sing, know it’ll have it’s dying day

For this life is fleeting, grab hold of its branches & don’t let it pass you by

Live in the colors of the wind, & plant your feet in mothers cold mud

For just like the trees you’ll grow roots, & soar towards that warm white light above- s.f.

[quotefeeling]

“Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it’s those hours that make us what we are.”

— Karen Marie Moning, Faefever

[intrinsicallyeccentric]

Beautifully Broken🌻 As the snow melts from the mountain peaks, rushing to quench the thirsts of the weak The hummingbird migrates seeking the blossoming flowers sweet nectar While a mother awaits to meet the love of her life, in her third trimester And here I am, a fragile & beautifully broken sunflower, looking towards the light to heal my heart But ohhh, how the darkness makes living itself an art I’m bleeding out keeping my love secret, painting with the pain that flows rampant in my veins My God, please have mercy on my flawed soul You above all hear my prayers, begging for love, a love with intentions to stitch me back to being whole. -sf

[shayandas]

They misconstrued my softness as weakness, perhaps oblivious that even the softest of waters can burn, break, cut and freeze people to death.

Shayan Das

[intrinsicallyeccentric]

& the snow will melt, honey will ooze while the sun stretches over the horizon

& if you listen closely, there will be singing birds & laughing bees awaiting another season -sf

[sweetd3lights]

All rights reserved  by Indra Delle 

[intrinsicallyeccentric]

Exposed

It was a force, but not just any kind, with a weight that so confidently went up against gravity

A mass that made a pact with space           & time to test my sensitivity 

A weight so dense & deep even earth itself questioned its value 

A pain so intrusive all I wanted was to be like the birds, it seemed oblivion was the only way through 

It broke down my barriers like a dam being let loose 

Running rabid without aim not knowing the truth 

Flowing blind fully yearning for a tender kind of love 

Blissfully relying on faith by looking up above 

God please show me a sign these septic thoughts have meaning & matter 

Am I lost giving my heart to the stars being they’re dead & shattered 

This force left me bare bones making what was left home 

Stranded & misunderstood I’m still picking up what others couldn’t leave alone -sf

[intrinsicallyeccentric]