Nil

She/Her | 18 |Original Poems| Quotes|Rants i write to get it off my head | another Tumblr @notthepoet

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Break a pen , the ink feels almost the same as blood.

~nil

[notthepoet]

I hope I learn to love.

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I haven't learnt yet.

[inkpressedpetals]

[notthepoet]

Grieving the death of a person when they are still alive certainly feels strange.

~nil

[notthepoet]

Everyone who supported me turned into an unrecognisable mass of words that I don't remember loving.

~nil

[notthepoetsblog]

To any writer reading this.....

According to you , what's the best thing you've written ? Or something that resonates with you the most ? Or something that's so brilliant that you often think about it.

[hannahnieva]

the balance of the universe depends on my pleasure

or so, the kamasutra says. the glory given to me, to women. to the power we hold in our sex. my pleasure restores the earth. brings forth to life. sows the seeds and reaps these gifts. i am creation. which means i am also restoration. which means i am also destruction. the muzzling of a woman’s pleasure disrupts all energies, all creatures, all things. let me run free. let me dig deep. let me reach into the trenches of my want and climb the heights of my desire. watch me as i lay and add fuel to this fire. the balance of the universe depends on my pleasure. or so, the kamasutra says.

[iqrajafzal]

‏ كلام كثير فيني بس مافيني رغبه أقول شيء

I have a lot to say, but I have no desire to say anything.

[notthepoetsblog]

Dear , i wonder why. And I am sorry.

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( I don't understand the other language tho )

[thoughtkick]

“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”

— Unknown

[notthepoet]

I want to pretend that I am drowning in you ,

when I'm already at the seafloor , trying to give up on the last of my hopes. When you go quiet at my words of love , i take ten steps back to give you space only to suffocate you in advance. Because, you remember and even after loving , somehow i can't. Is my heart fake ? Or my world has gone grey ?

[notthepoetsblog]

You're a disease I'll never recover from.

~me to my wanting to love and be loved.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I love you. I love the texture of your skin, the taste of your saliva, the softness of your ears, i love every inch and every part of your entire body. From your toes and the beautifully curved arches of your feet, to the exceptional shade and warmth of your dark hair. I need you in my life, I hope you need me too.”

— Nick Cave, from a letter to PJ Harvey

[notthepoetsblog]

In one life i was laughing , chasing dreams. Surrounded by people who loved me. Where my coffee never got cold , where everyone of imaginations came true.

In another life , I was the most miserable person anyone could imagine. In a poverty-stricken canvas of life , where only death resided.

In both of them , I was me.

[To Be Continued]

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Ps : idk what I'm writing , alr?

[notthepoetsblog]

And when i stop fighting, I stop living.

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I thought believing in you would help , but how can anything be fine when you don't even believe in yourself?

[paper-wounds]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Joseph Brodsky, Hope Against Hope: A Memoir