MiHu

drop of folk and poetry

[mihu-d]

[mihu-d]

live.amoos.ro - Workshop Practic | Watch Raluca Manea 💻 amoos.ro (@amoos.ro)'s LIVE on TikTok and interact with others in real time.

[mihu-d]

[mihu-d]

LIVE: Creează-ți Site-ul Afacerii Tale cu Raluca Manea – Fără Codare! Editia a 3-a

📅 15 Ianuarie 2025, ora 10:00🔴 Durată: Aproximativ 2 oreVrei să înveți cum să creezi un site web profesional pentru afacerea ta fără să scri

[sildrotha]

Snow falling on the Krug Memorial Hans Schuler, sculptor

Loudon Park Cemetery Baltimore, Maryland

[mihu-d]

De va veni la tine vantul,

Purtand povestea mea amara,

Jelitul lui sa nu te-nfranga,

Mustrarea lui sa nu te doara.

Nu-i vina ta... Asa e scrisa

Nemilostiva lege-a firii;

Sarutul otravit al brumii

Omoara toamna trandafirii...

si cine s-ar opri sa planga

O frunza vesteda-n carare,

Cand codrii freamata alaturi

si rad în rasarit de soare?...

Octavian Goga

[mihu-d]

Niciodata sa nu-i uitam pe cei mai tristi ca noi !

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

I know I have a soul because inside my chest there lives a thing that twists and turns to sparks or lead and drags me down and lights me up.

It pours through me like I'm nothing but a crack in a vessel and the vessel is the universe and all that's in it and the vessel grows emptier by the minute. Sometimes it's nothing but ink.

[frozenblueberriess]

What I hold true is this. The earth and the sky look best after a storm. I feel the most alive after I finish crying. The greatest songs have been written in agony and happiness is only thoroughly enjoyed because I know its adversary. If nothing terrible ever happens I will never know the meaning of survival. What do I stay alive for if not for love? And because I know love I will always say yes to suffering for it.

Dara Karadag

[hauntedfutures]

As Long As You Need Me

Love is a slow, winding pathway to the astral plains of madness. I want to light up every hidden smile while you study the creases of my soul: an unknown, bittersweet flame. You silence every rumination like air, and I suddenly forget every sadness that has defined the urn of my past. I feel lost in time, sewing the fabric of my own body - drifting seamlessly into nothing and everything all at once. The tangled mess of our beating hearts is an ambiguity that I want to hold onto. You make me feel more loved with just a single, silent look than I ever did with a million rough kisses on an empty bed. I could never understand the miles that you have walked alone in this world. But, I know that I have searched and read every book on the law of attraction - and the answer is still you. I’ll be as patient as a dew drop on a leaf and as soft as a drizzle on an autumn day. I’ll be here to fight the world with you until eternity takes its last and final

breath.

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A love poem dedicated to the loveliest demisexual woman. I am a useless allosexual, but I’ve tried to immerse myself in the asexual community to understand her more. She’s very proud of me for knowing about cake and garlic bread memes :D

For my asexual buddies out there: You are not “broken”. You’re all valid and perfect and beautiful for being you!

[mikefrawley]

A World of Improvement

Would my world be kinder if I were more kind Could I see more beauty were my eyes not blind Maybe I should attempt to live and let live Or stop trying to take and actually give Am I willing to let go and just let it be If I loosen my grip will I be set free Growth can be difficult I’m not sure what to do I might need a little help can I count on you Let’s do this together it’s time to make our move So much work to be done there’s a world to improve

[drmorbius12]

Goodnight

Rusted chain long inert cavern deepening blackness hurts

Mind begone pain incurred sight denying flightless bird

Never ending cage locked keys missing exit blocked

Wings clipped withheld flight senses stripping no goodnight

[sadmorgen]

i wake up in bed again, my cup is full, of warm, lent, but as such retains, as lips, as all, as same.

i shake off the preordained lazing milieu, for mourns up, by which with mists remain, as sips, as tall as mountains.

we say a lot, in curtains feign just, on review, fawn plenty wishes, lift up blame as a top to tireful frame.

i have stained, bled my pains, whipped back, torn lists, worn intensity as rift, but tamed too as fishbowl, to all the oceans.

i wake up in bed once again, made-up, still me, reborn, gentler, so without stifle as weep, as wall by, rain.

— the pitter patter,  /sadmorgen

[serratedpens]

Tennessee Hill, “Crater Heart”

[poppiesandpromises]

Dawn limps into

Dirty windows

Searching for a sun

In hiding how

The air still smells

Sweet but there is

Smoke around the

Edges and the embers

Lay in wait

This is a moment I try

To force myself

To live in as I strain

Against the seams

[dumblr]

People treat you exactly how they feel about you. Be blind if you want to.

[feellikewerealright]

sadly yes. in her case

[ololygas]