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[unmondefou]

If you don't want to talk to me,

just tell me,

so my words aren't in vain.

For you have no idea

how much my heart suffers

trying to translate

my stammering shyness each time.

And though my insides

are flowing rivers,

words arrive

like falling rocks

hit hard and hurt.

But if I’ve

misunderstood you,

don't let my efforts

pour like

water on sand.

Let them instead be

a fertile field for

a joyous harvest.

--- h.harouche

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"We must go insane in order to know how boring a life without a goal can be."

Abhilasha.

[thequotespot]

The kindest people often carry the heaviest stories they just learned to hold them gently.

[remanence-of-love]

[sail-to-live]

Alright then.

[the-emo-reader]

I Just Want My Voice Back

I WROTE A POEM ABOUT HOW I LOST MY VOICE. I know I'm being dramatic but I generally had a mental breakdown and wrote this while crying and wanting to scream. I love singing it's literally my favourite hobby and I find so much comfort in singing. IT'S BEEN THREE WEEKS GODDAMNIT!!! Anyway I hope you enjoy my frustrations and my mental breakdown through poem🥰🥰

It isn’t funny anymore. my mind is cracking like thin ice, splintering beneath every silent gasp. I only ever wanted to sing, to let sound carry the weight my heart could never hold alone.

But now my throat is a bruised battlefield, every word shattering, every breath threatening to burst my chest into a thousand pieces I can’t gather no matter how tightly I reach.

A part of me feels ripped clean from the bone, torched to ash before I even knew what I was losing. And here I am, kneeling in the wreckage, scooping handfuls of soot trying to rebuild something that won’t return.

Is this what Ursula felt? that desperate, hungry ache for a voice that once held the shape of her world? Because without mine, without the music that once held me steady, I feel hollowed out, unrecognizable, a stranger inside my own skin.

Three weeks of this silence, three weeks of hurting, three weeks of wanting nothing more than the sound of myself alive again.

I JUST WANT MY VOICE BACK! the one thing that never failed me, the one thing that made me feel whole. I want it back so badly it burns.

[the-emo-reader]

I Just Want My Voice Back

I WROTE A POEM ABOUT HOW I LOST MY VOICE. I know I'm being dramatic but I generally had a mental breakdown and wrote this while crying and wanting to scream. I love singing it's literally my favourite hobby and I find so much comfort in singing. IT'S BEEN THREE WEEKS GODDAMNIT!!! Anyway I hope you enjoy my frustrations and my mental breakdown through poem🥰🥰

It isn’t funny anymore. my mind is cracking like thin ice, splintering beneath every silent gasp. I only ever wanted to sing, to let sound carry the weight my heart could never hold alone.

But now my throat is a bruised battlefield, every word shattering, every breath threatening to burst my chest into a thousand pieces I can’t gather no matter how tightly I reach.

A part of me feels ripped clean from the bone, torched to ash before I even knew what I was losing. And here I am, kneeling in the wreckage, scooping handfuls of soot trying to rebuild something that won’t return.

Is this what Ursula felt? that desperate, hungry ache for a voice that once held the shape of her world? Because without mine, without the music that once held me steady, I feel hollowed out, unrecognizable, a stranger inside my own skin.

Three weeks of this silence, three weeks of hurting, three weeks of wanting nothing more than the sound of myself alive again.

I JUST WANT MY VOICE BACK! the one thing that never failed me, the one thing that made me feel whole. I want it back so badly it burns.

[polexandra]

[ashesinverses]

Job Interview (part two)

I keep replaying every sentence,

like I could rewrite reality

if I said it right this time,

cause even though I don't know if I failed,

every word tasted wrong on my tongue.

I can't stop thinking about

how small and ridiculous

I must have looked in that large room,

four eyes scrutinizing me

as if they could see my despair.

I probably talked more

about who I should be

than who I really am,

and I'm afraid they could sense it.

Now, even though I left the building,

every spoken word haunts me

like a shadow that won't let me rest.

[sofiahotvideo1]

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[godfathervzla]

Gorgeous 😍😍😍

[poutzi]

Billie Eilish

[zerofucks-2give]

[largesizegirls]

[eversonsposts]

Nude selfie

[prolificcollections]

[metamorphesque]

Sylvia Plath, 1954

[20th-century-man]

Halle Berry / photo by Gwendolen Cates, 1994.

[lijanaa]

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