Mind over Matter

I walk a fine line between logic and mistakes.

[wovi]

[letterful]

[havingapoemwithyou]

Poem by Denis Johnson

[mirethos]

[500lettersforyou]

Is everything okay?

Sometimes

[500lettersforyou]

“They say that almost is the saddest word in the English dictionary. I never really understood why. That was of course before I met you. Before we almost were a thing, before we almost were in love. You know? Like we almost made it but something fucked up or we fucked up somewhere along the road and suddenly the rest of our journey wasn’t all laughter and love, suddenly the things we used to love about each other became burdens in our busy life style and eventually we gave up. We almost got there, but we never did, and that’s a hard reality to swallow.”

— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

[500lettersforyou]

“Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful, literary or mysterious about depression.”

— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

[canales-poe]

Reading is a time machine, I get to see the thoughts of the dead, Like someone may read mine when I leave.

[canales-poe]

Los ríos de la sangre

Es una historia repetida varias veces

La de los años mozos de un sauce acribillado

Sus ojos marchitados, en contraste a los dorados

De los otoños olvidados que al tiempo no le cede

Sus astillas han caído en cada lado,

Diferentes,

No confían en sus años más bonitos,

Ni en los lagos,

De promesas a medida y cumplidas a la media

Y es que hasta da pena las distancias en sus vistas,

Es comedia,

El sauce es solo un árbol como todos

Y en su tiempo fue una astilla en su lado,

Diferente,

Quisiera ver si algún día en los ríos de la sangre

Se retraen las distancias

Y el otoño esté en presente

[canales-poe]

And so it is, The storm has passed unnoticed, And there’s just a gentle breeze.

[avaosborneauthor16]

We aren’t just beings that you rank and believe that beauty comes from the lips and hips,

We aren’t just beings that you stomp on, and say we aren’t well fit,

She carried you for nine months,

And this is what she gets?

It’s an endless cycle,

Our minds constantly abused,

Our bodies constantly used,

So baby girl,

Burn down history,

Before history burns you.

-Joan of Arc.

[avaosborneauthor16]

Peace,

What more can we ask for,

She works for her husband like it’s a chore,

He gets attacked for what he believes inside his mind,

And gets called a crime,

I thought this was over, but it still resides,

I thought this was over, but the world will just get colder,

Because what’s a rose if it isn’t white,

Because what’s a dress if they don’t make one in black,

And we’re taught to run away from something that shouldn’t even be inside,

And we’re taught to stay away from hearts that beat for hands that create,

At such an early age,

At such an early age,

Is this the price we have to pay,

For being free,

Is this the price we have to pay,

For our minds locked up in chains,

Because not even paintings can describe the pain she felt that night,

Because not even sculptures can explain the reason why,

The world still spins when we lose another life,

The world still spins when we all lose our lives,

And I’ll never find an answer why,

The stars still shine at night,

And why the sun still wants to rise,

After all the darkness it’s seen hidden under the clouds,

And that’s just history, the words we create,

And it’ll repeat because we’re born to make mistakes,

But imperfections are why we’re alive,

So we should never forget that when we see someone with a different life,

So we should never forget that no matter how many times a bullet strikes,

Because a life is all we all receive,

And some weep because another soul is destroying,

And some weep because another soul is performing,

Never forget that we all end up the same,

It’s just that we end up in different ways,

It’s just something that we call faith,

And faith is something that unites and divides,

How can someone so loving be so cruel,

How can someone so kind, wish the other person to die,

Look at them,

Aliens,

Look at them,

I don’t think they should speak,

If I can’t understand the language that wraps around their tongue,

Try this,

Conquest,

Try this,

Expansion,

Crusades,

Genocide,

Ignorance and hate,

Because all words mean the same,

They just come out of mouths that belong to a different race,

Who were born the same way,

Babies aren’t born criminals,

It’s just the way we perceive crime,

And that’s how we create,

And that’s the reason we debate,

Over who gets the right to pay the full price,

Of what it means to be a human being in 2025,

We’re all created the same,

But we create an identity that separates us from our name,

I can’t imagine what it would be like if we were all the same,

Yet, we spit and call it a shame,

When we realize that the world is more than just what we see in our minds.

-all my thoughts in one piece

[develop-your-oc]

anything can be a character study if you want it to be

[sacred-portal]

[fairycosmos]

sorry to disappoint you friends and family i must be a failure and freak for my own good

[you-are-another-me]

[zz-shi]

The audacity to still be soft after everything.

©Sh𝚒