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“Stuck between “I don’t want to feel that type of hurt again” and “I want to feel that love again.”

— Unknown

savedinmydrafts

i cry for help

but it seems no one can hear me

i am so alone

god laughs at my pain and agony

// Ophydia

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thelovejournals

“Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

thelovejournals

“some days I feel too much to feel nothing at all.”

— iwriteaway.tumblr.com (via shareaquote)

Never breathe me in, if you don’t take it deep into your chest and feel it within your lungs. It is meant to become part of you.

I hate every part of you that my soul aches to love.

-a

juansendizon

“Darlings, look at the moon blushing yellow she’s happy because the sun kissed her while she was sleeping in her black dress last night. Darlings, look at the moon dripping red she’s bleeding for the sun refused to make love with her, and now she couldn’t give birth to a million stars. Darlings, look at the moon feeling blue as the nightfall makes her giggle by asking her for a dance and the whole earth is in lullaby by the sweetness of her laugh. Darlings, look, she’s gone, and the sky is empty which makes us love her even more as the darkness marries her, and we’re all a witness to the chance of her smile.”

— Juansen Dizon, Moon Childs

lifeinpoetry

I have chewed my lip bloody trying not to be in love with you.

I wear all the marks of the wounded, the soft grey jumper, the ringless fingers.

I’ve cried about you in every major fast food chain, and on all my bus routes.

— Phoebe Stuckes, from “Dinner,” Platinum Blonde

tylerknott

Another custom poem I got to write, hiding little pieces of a story into my words. I feel so lucky being trusted with your stories, stories of love, ache, loss, and joy. I feel so lucky to try to translate them into poetry. Thank you, for this chance. Still doing them, so if you want, find the shop in my bio and place an order.

Typewriter Series #3055 by Tyler Knott Gregson

To think I thought things over, to think I thought I knew the colors of a life, the way light could come and throw hope like lilies into the valley of our days.

Took a lifetime of wrong to find one right, took digging up the weeds in the garden of us to understand what it is to bloom.

Some are built of peace and some of ache, some built on the sorrow that distance plants, on the weight of waiting. We are the blossom after years of drought,

we are the lily, we are the valley, we are the light pouring into every shadowed place.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

I never thought that with wisdom came pain,

To wonder what is worth the sacrifice,

Of all there is to be gained,

Is it truly light?

tylerknott

“What of running off, disappearing into life, casting this aside?”