Writer~~

Poetries are my therapy ✨ Selenophile🌕

[breakburnandends]

“i don’t like louis tomlinson” unfollowed blocked unfriended on facebook and uninvited from my teen beach movie themed birthday party and my moms calling ur mom

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

My words are the scars,

I wish I could carve on myself.

-A✨

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

I was looking at the sky this evening and all the emotions just flooded across my mind and I remembered the feeling of my first kiss to my first heartbreak.

So here's something:-

I long for the love, I once had,

But was it really love? We'll never know that.

I long for the love, I've always wanted,

The souls been attached for eternity, never feeling unbonded.

I long for the love, probably the one I'll never have,

The feeling of care, or the butterflies that engrave,

The mark of warmth and affection.

I long for the love, that breaks my heart,

As it nears, I tend to move far,

From the pain, from the despair,

That accompanies the love,

I so desperately long for.

-A✨

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

A search for love.

Take me to a ball,

Where I'd have to wear feathery crowns,

Meet a duke or a prince,

And dance with them holding my gown.

Take me to a ball,

Let me live in the so called societies.

Have men court me for large dowries,

Have a stroll around the lake, completing the formalities.

Take me to a ball,

Where I would find me true love,

Maybe in the viscount, who seemed far more arrogant.

Take me to a ball,

With all the classical music,

I'll dance with him, with his eyes talking to mine,

It will certainly be melodic.

Take me to a ball,

The viscount hosts, just so he can be with me.

To dance with me, to be jealous as other suitors approach me,

To be by my side, bickering and laughing with me.

Take me to a ball,

Preferably the one, we, the viscount and I host,

After having the marriage we both dreamed about,

Smiling giddily as we raise a toast,

To affection, the courtship, to smiles

To frauds, to rumors, to scandals,

But mostly to the love, that wins after everything becomes too much to handle.

-A✨

For all the Bridgerton fans, omg, I'm glad I'm one of you all!!!!

[daweyt]

arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" and "it is not enough to say love in Arabic, you must say 'be the thing that buries me'" could have got jane austen crying and shaking

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

Never fall for a vampire, they say, but trust me, I couldn't resist.

Super speed, Super strength,

Fangs penetrated deep in the neck.

Lust for blood, Lust for body,

Controlling mind and a life of eternity.

The rush of adrenaline,

With every sniff of blood,

The lust of fear dripping from the prey,

Eyes holding lives at stake.

Every story, every folklore,

Every theory, makes me crave it more,

To fall for a vampire of my imagination,

To be in love for eternity,

To be the Queen by his side,

And embrace his demon and his nobility.

Maybe, in a multiverse,

There is a vampire, falling in love with me,

He who never bows, never gives up,

But falls on his knees just to protect me.

-A✨

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

Okay so, I've set up a goal to write 30 poems in 30 days and I'm on day 4 today. Shall I post them here as well? Lemme know ❤️

[letsgazemoontogethers-blog]

If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

Philophobia

(n.) Fear of falling in love.

I think of love,

My mind goes to heart break.

It thinks to much,

Certainly becoming a wreck.

I think of love,

My heart starts to ache.

For the affection, for the amity,

But it knows, it'll certainly make mistakes.

I think of love,

The butterflies in my stomach dance with euphoria.

Yet my heart, mind and body denies the satisfaction,

I think I've been diagnosed with philophobia.

-A✨

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

A love from far,

Knocked the doors of my heart,

I hesitated to open.

A love from far,

Said it was okay to let them in,

And I hesitated again, but did eventually.

A love from far,

Guessed my eyes as mystery,

Voice sweet and that we had some chemistry.

A love from far,

Opened up to me,

We talked and talked till hours,

Till the dusk became the dawn.

A love from far,

Somehow knew me by heart,

And I finally let them in,

Broke down the walls,

Where my heart was situated safely.

A love from far,

Preserved it till they could,

Then again, fate had to interfere.

The 'far' was too much to handle,

While the 'love' started fading away.

A love from far,

Left from the same door it entered from,

While I stilled for a second, as I recall my mind saying,

'I knew this would happen from the start'.

-A✨

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

Have you ever wondered about roaming under the night sky? The wind blows, slightly messes up your hairs. Yet it caresses your skin the way it should be caressed. The shiny moon being your companion while you walk around. The twinkling stars giggling at you while you are swirling and dancing around freely. The emerald green trees, which acquire a shade, slightly darker, yet give the same coolness everytime you pass below them. The dew drop struck grass under your feet somehow sends a shiver when you remove your shoes. When you lie down on that grass and stare at the night sky, you wonder how life's been treating you. The twinkling stars remind you of the multiverse, utterly beautiful, yet, infinitely large. The night is becoming colder now, yet you never want to leave this place. The nourishing aura of the dark yet moonlit night is creating a safe space in your mind. Soothing music plays through your earphones while you caress the grass with your hands. The stars, the moon, the crickets chirping, seem to adore the way you love the night. But, everytime you think about living this imagination, the glimpses and stories of the monsters appear in front of your eyes. The monsters who took away one of the most precious things from numerous innocent people, the monsters which are hidden behind the face of a rather kind peeple, the monsters which are slowly becoming our worst nightmare. Yet, you crave the night. I know that you'll always crave the feeling of being safe enough to roam freely under the moonlit sky. But, darling, I believe that you are strong enough to swing your sword and hurt those monsters who mess with you. You are the King/Queen who is well aware of the tricks used by them. And I'm definitely sure that one day, you'll slaughter those monsters of insecurities, fears, anxiety and be free in the beautiful night.

-A✨

(PS. This is more like a prompt? But I absolutely love the night sky, the vibe, the moonlight even when it's minimum, the stars twinkling so elegantly that I can fall in love multiple times.)

(also credits to the owner of these photos <3)

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

"Find peace", they say.

How can I?

When my mind is full of chaos,

When the array of thoughts are,

Demolished in seconds,

And they expect me to still hold on.

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

For the ones who struggle with insecurities on day to day basis, you are not alone. Remember that you are loved and cared for. And my messages are always open if you wanna open up or talk. I love you all so much <33333

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

Okay so i wrote this poem. I'm awkward bt stillllll. Lemme know if you life it💗

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

So I decided that I'll post poetries as well as some of my short stories here, haha. Don't hesitate to give your opinions.

PS. I love you.

PSS. I'm not that good, but here it goes.

Pulled out an outfit,

Random turtle neck and flared jeans.

I felt confident until,

The voices started to scream.

My reflection mocking me,

While hands unwilling covers my stomach.

Eyes filling up with unshed tears,

While my subconscious tells me how I'm never gonna be enough.

With fidgeting fingers,

I take off the attire I once adored.

While the strech marks and scars,

Felt like a pathetic reward.

Somehow I wish,

I could supress the voice in my head..

The one I hate more than myself.

The one who never really cared.

The one who took away my self-esteem,

Maybe it's not the voices, it's me,

Maybe I'm the one who's waiting for it all to end.

-A✨

[larrystylinsonsgurl]

Should I post my poems here? I'm not too sure abt how good they are bt I've got 46 poems now and some of my old one. Help me out, people.

[delicatepointofview]

Purest moment between Helene and Louis after the concert