Unspoken Word

the things that never be spoken out

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[threewordusername]

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d.b.a

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[disease]

M.C. ESCHER // 1925 "THE SECOND DAY OF CREATION: THE DIVISION OF THE WATERS" [woodcut printed on china paper | 329 x 428 mm.]

[scribblersobia]

The Autumn's night sky and,

the wink of the twinkling stars,

the cool breeze dancing in the dark,

touching my naked face,

which feels so soft.

This fall's dusk is so inky,

wizards are spelling magical tricks,

drinking frog's soup that's so stinky,

they were chasing the moon on their broom,

but they never found their ghosty groom,

I am afraid they might take us away,

in the world of their magic and spells,

because a witch said,

she loves the soul's smell.

@scribblersobia

[everytimeyousaygoodbye]

The rain washes away the darkness I inhaled, sieving this pain I birth agony on coarse white pages.................

everytimeyousaygoodbye ©

[lonely--nobody]

[enslavedmind-deactivated2025091]

the last word // jay brooks

[feral-ballad]

Dunya Mikhail, tr. by Elizabeth Winslow, from The War Works Hard; “America”

[cuddlymashmallow]

"I want to make you a unique alphabet In it I want The rhythm of the rain, The dust of the moon, The sadness of the grey clouds, The pain of the fallen willow leaves Under the wheels of autumn."

-Nizar Qabani, One Hundred Love Letters

[aszmxm]

~Khalil Gibran

[feral-ballad]

Dunya Mikhail, tr. by Samira Kawar, from The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology; "Rain"

[nabihahahahahaha]

[snowdrops-musings]

-Unknown

[astereaus]

[aszmxm]

Her precious tears spill like rain