From Me To You

‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ “ here recline the nymphs at the hour of twilight ”

[maggotslove]

maggot !! 𖤐﹒

Any pronouns ♡ artist / poet !!

minor (21 -)

୨୧ ꒰ about this blog ꒱ ୨୧

poetry based + other types of art

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[maggotslove]

As God,

I extend my hand just enough 

For your eyes to reach me but not your touch 

I lift my eyelids and the sky will clear

But I go back to sleep for a storm to appear 

As God,

I watch how you fall and break your frail self 

I whisper very low about recovering your health 

Will I gift you a child to kiss your cheek 

And let it die by the street and get dragged by his feet

Watch how as God I play and prance

The people are just as any other ant

[maggotslove]

And sometimes I dream

of being the one

that you look for in everything

[distantarchive]

resource dump

[velvetporcelain]

some days, like today, i say that i am nothing, because i am nothing, and thats okay- because even nothing is something

-x

[moltenglory]

Original en Español, and a translation

[moltenglory-writes]

One of my favorite poems from one of my favorite painters.

[maggotslove]

True violence

You may frighten from hits and wounds but a greater doom revolves your life in circles.

It waits like a vulture who's eyes are spirals, it waits and it feast on a bigger meal

True violence

Is a boy who's been convinced by a his society that the only way to be a man is to cage all emotion

True violence

Is the dried welling tears of a girl who's value is measured and weighted

True violence

Roams along into their children, who are yet to understand a comforting warmth

True violence

That leaks like a pest and poisons generations, for one small child to process it all. True violence, is the acts that makes us all victims and abusers

[maggotslove]

I die at the hands of god, loveless.

My carcass rotten, but soul reborn. With new eyes, I dance with the sun; Who shines with joy at life, new norms

In a careless hole of dirt in water Who cares for more

Spirals and patterns of ghosts, behold Rebirth the light, but live with joy

[velvetporcelain]

dearest lover,

today i am really feeling the effects of isolation,

but i am not bored enough to suffer.

my spirit misses yours, and that’s the only way i can say it,

i grieve, you grieve -

or maybe i expect and you appreciate

or maybe i am the one making an illusion out of love, constantly romanticizing memories, making myself lovesick,

the word limerence changed my life. i am aware, no need to be a sarcastic asshole or state the obvious.

now how many years do i need to hate you to offset the years i spent loving you? - i am so glad i never had many lovers,

i feel sacred in a way, and i believe men can sense it.

-x

[dollw0und]

[velvetporcelain]

he calls me angel, &. all my problems leave my body.

-x

[velvetporcelain]

i think people get offended when you are not ashamed of things they were taught to be ashamed of.

-x

[hazardsoflove]

me to the three people who interact with my posts

[oneandocey]

I don't believe in god

Yet I sit in the pews,

Singing hymns of strangers,

Whispering prayers into hollow halls,

Thinking of the Christmas roast,

I'm an intruder in gods house,

Burgling traditions like precious gems,

One thief stealing from the other,

Happy Yule.

[oldschool-romantic-deactivated2]

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

[d34thcup]

Yours.

I know you don't care, how could you? There's nothing here for you to care about.

When im crying, pleading, begging you to emphasize with me, I can feel your hatred like a thick fog, swallowing me whole.

I know your heart belongs to logic, but mine belongs to you.

I am completely and solely yours.

On a leash, bleeding from my neck, I am yours.

[shitbl0gger]