Only Living For Words

Poetry-Writing

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[onlylivingforwords]

Wrecked

We stand, shattered pieces, muted by the wreckage.

If I come back, do you think we can gather our fragments, melt them with warmth, and find a way to laugh again?

Or do you think fate will take me away from you again with its inextinguishable force? Will you, this time, keep me by your side instead of waving me goodbye, or let me wander forever in this desert made of cracked lands and lost boats?

[onlylivingforwords]

[onlylivingforwords]

Strong & Beautiful

Amidst the changing hues of dawn, where shadows dissipate and hopes intertwine with dreams, I searched for solace in the remnants of perfection. Yet, in the glare of daylight, reality etched itself as a bittersweet revelation. His silhouette lingered on the other side of the chasm, followed by an indescribable long silence, casting doubt on the memories we had woven.

The late-arriving plane, a harbinger of farewell, carried away my longing, leaving behind unanswered questions in the haze of departure. Perhaps my expectations soared too high, tethered to a fleeting wish for one last embrace, an ultimate whisper of understanding — had you understood me? Perhaps I was wrong to hope for you, to believe that endings could be rewritten or indefinitely postponed. That everything would be as before, that the movement would change nothing, for we were stronger than the passing time.

In the quest for positive vibes, in the symphony of life, in strength and beauty, I wanted to find you. But it is like an unfinished melody, resonating, and each note emerging from shattered expectations wounds me.

[slim-11-deactivated20240620]

That's everything from Rome. Goodnight and... God willing, see you tomorrow.

[onlylivingforwords]

there will be trips sunsets life will have the flavor of an Italian village happy like children we will walk Via Appia eating ice creams I will prepare our coffee with the Bialetti you will smoke your cigarette while telling me about your past

I will write poems, freezing our whole life on paper, nothing will ever change

il y aura des voyages des couchers de soleil la vie aura la saveur d'un village italien heureux comme des enfants nous marcherons Via Appia en mangeant des glaces

je préparerai du café avec la Bialetti tu fumeras ta cigarette en me parlant de ton passé

j'écrirai des poèmes sur notre vie, figeant tout sur du papier, rien ne changera jamais

[onlylivingforwords]

I'm not a heartbreaker

What is a heartbreaker?

"An attractive person who is likely to make other people fall in love with them and make them feel sad. One who screws you over, is mean to you, and gave you hope but ripped it away either quickly or slowly over a long period of heartbreaking time."

So in your opinion, I am this bad person, who breakes and abandons others. But, did you try to get to know me, or did you say you loved me? I don't remember. Yes, we were a support to each other, I admired you, but you left several times, and I need a certain constancy, some stability, some kindness and to have a positive force by my side, which is (I think) the opposite of a narcissist.

[onlylivingforwords]

Baciami ancora

Hai detto che dovremo scriverci, non mi hai più sentito, le nostre lettere sono andate perse, così mi mandi delle foto, istantanee della tua vita quotidiana, dei luoghi dove ti piace stare da solo. In questa sorridi, in un'altra mostri la tua macchina, fai il segno della vittoria. Ora sei un medico, mi spieghi che tutto è cambiato, che è una cosa seria. Non ridiamo più come prima. Vuoi sapere se tutto va bene, se sono in buona salute, se scrivo, se viaggio, se amo, chi amo… infine concludi con un “baciami ancora”.

[onlylivingforwords]

[onlylivingforwords]

"Pose ton Gun"

Suprême NTM

[onlylivingforwords]

My pain was too deep to stay, I was living with this nightmare, you knew it. I didn't want to hurt you, but it seems that I did.

You won't accept my apology, you have this bitterness, that's it...there's nothing more to say.

[lzlabs]

From Somewhere You Came

If you wish to be close to me, come to me my love will open like the heart of a flower sensing spring your slightest caress will open each finger around myself petal by petal, like spring in the sun I feel something about you that closes and opens me like the voice of your eyes which is deeper than the red of roses and nothing, not even the clouds have a softer touch then the warmth of your hands

[onlylivingforwords]

They see the surface, never the storm beneath. They applaud, they congratulate you, they flatter you to keep you, you heart is ensnared,longing for solace. Yes they have the best from you, not your euphoria, not your bad mood, they don't see the old cup of tea, cracked all over.

All that was for me, only me.

I can hear the scream hidden behind your forced smile, but I cannot move to help, you drown unseen. It's broken. We will never be together, the fragments of our lives will never align.

Ils voient la surface, jamais la tempête en dessous. Ils applaudissent, félicitent, ils te flattent pour te garder. En quête de réconfort, ton cœur est pris au piège. Oui, ils veulent le meilleur de toi, pas ton euphorie, pas ta mauvaise humeur. Ils ne voient pas la vieille tasse de thé, fissurée de toutes parts.

Tout ça n'était que pour moi, rien que pour moi.

Je peux entendre le cri caché derrière ton sourire forcé, mais je ne peux pas bouger pour t'aider, tu te noies sans qu'on te voie. C'est cassé. Nous ne serons jamais ensemble, les fragments de nos vies ne s'aligneront jamais.

[tulipsaftermidnight]

mediocrity

how could something of such enchantment evolve into pure nothingness hollow stares, like a parched wall. it’s yellowed situated behind, i said “all i wish for is normalcy” it’s true but… i wish it wasn’t why do i always go, hunting for more? looking at something, hoping for it all i’m not materialistic, unless it’s affection sometimes i look at her too and she’s oh so splendid but it feels sinful… as if you shouldn’t see yet she lays on your thigh, at 10:58 oh so sinful.

25 january 24

[tulipsaftermidnight]

sometimes,

sometimes i wonder if those moments ever happened since they never stuck to your mind but it was that, i thought about throughout were you ever real? the lacklustre turned golden, frozen in time i cant do this

23 september 23

[onlylivingforwords]

Tutto è calmo, qui tutto è troppo calmo per lui. Ha detto - partiamo domani, è necessario riposarsi.

Non ci riesco, penso, fino a chiedermi se mi annoio, Amare, seguirlo, è allontanarmi da tutto. Dovrei abituarmi, perdere la mia libertà, la mia solitudine, naturalmente, se resto, non capirà.

Tutto è calmo, è solo un'apparente tranquillità, non vede la tempesta dentro di me. Perché sempre questo gioco di compromessi e sacrifici? Voglio rimanere qui, in questo giardino, questo disordine dove posso perdermi.

Tutto è calmo, troppo calmo. Non sa ancora che domani l'aereo decollerà senza di me.

Un giorno di settembre 2018

[1five1two]

Vladimir Pajevic.