theshineandshimmer

wny we still looking for love?

[quehorror]

after all these years, precious.

[quehorror]

What is more tormenting? To hear that love for you has completely waned or to feign deafness, for all you yearn to hear are residues of love and optimism left within your heart? Both bring anguish, yet what could be more excruciating than turning a blind ear as your own heart beseeches you to desist?

[quehorror]

I love y'all, especially precious ~ my love, my life, my livewire

[quehorror]

Learning

I remember the first time I heard about God's creation. His breakthrough had taught me that there's an Almighty maneuvering us all. Only to be challenged by Darwin's biological evolution, where I learned that to be able to live through the day, I need to know how to outlive myself.

Although they contradict, they taught me the same thing: good things take time.

And through time, I gradually learned that to be able to really learn something, I also need to learn its contrary. That leaning how to run requires learning how to repose. That learning how to condone requires learning how to disapprove. That learning how to take arms requires learning how to cave in. That learning how to hold on requires learning how to let go.

Because in the end, these converging, realized, and necessary contradictions prove that life is not a course for completion, but a constant learning and unlearning process.

[quehorror]

art transports

art transforms

art reforms

art breaks norms

art adorns

a world forlorn

art sworn

that after art mourned

art will be reborn

[quehorror]

[quehorror]

Dying alone does not scare me. Living without you does.

[quehorror]

If home is where the heart is, then your departure is the death of me.

[quehorror]

my nightmare

you unsettled my heart

when the world

had made it dormant.

can't keep my fingers apart

even if the world

had kept it open.

you made me sweat buckets

when the world

had left me cold.

you only show in the darkest

while everyone had

hit the road.

you had kept me from sleeping

when everything

lulls me to slumber.

you sent my spine chilling

when nonchalance

made it somber.

i know you don't fight fair,

for in the midst of comfort,

you always interrupt.

so if you will be my nightmare

I would never mind

not waking up.

[quehorror]

typhoon

for precious nicole partosa

gray is when the storm clouds merge

nodding the creation of an anarchic storm.

perplexing winds and rain upsurge

that is where your chaos formed.

between your perplexing storms, I waited

until your gray skies turn tranquil and fine.

that is when i see your rainbow

you really are beauty and chaos intertwined

[valtsv]

would you still love me if you untied the green ribbon wrapped around my neck

[quehorror]

a date

for precious nicole partosa, my livewire

two of us tonight,

you touch your lips with lustrous lipstick

but you kiss mine splendidly without those.

wear every top you own in your closet,

yet you look so gorgeous in any of your clothes.

you squeeze your stomach in your high-waist pants

and look so doubtful with your messed up hair.

bloated or not, you still enchant,

frizzy or not, you still look fair.

the night will fade away, and dawn will arrive soon.

filament will turn from dark, to ever pink-hued sky.

ever glowing are your eyes as bright as the moon,

your beaut, your grandeur, your stars will never die.

[quehorror]

tracking our love tracks

here's to hoping

one day we're holding.

hands clasped,

feet soiled,

eyes gleaming,

hearts beating.

again, we stroll.

again, we fall.

retell our tales

along the rails.

love unveils.

love prevails.

[matthewgrantanson]

Grime, Los Angeles – June 18th, 2022

[littlewickedthings]

Austin Pardun

[quehorror]

Ikaw ang guniguni sa panahon ng tag-init

Ang mga sinag na tagus-tagusan sa bintana tuwing umaga'y parang mga banayad mong paghaplos sa tuwing ako'y ginigising.

Ang unang dampi ng araw sa aking pisngi'y kaparis ng panatag na halik mula sa mahabagin mong mga labi. Sa tuwing lulusot ang maninipis na silahis ng araw sa singit-singit ng mga dahon, mga babahagya mong pagsilip sa akin ang gunita.

Sa tuwing babahain ng liwanag ang sala tuwing alas tres ng hapon, dinidilidili ang pagkalunod ko sa nag-uumapaw mong pagsuyo. Sa paglubog ng araw, ay nakikita kitang masayang namamaalam sa himapapawid. Ngunit hindi gaya ng araw, sa umaga'y hindi ka na magbabalik.

[quehorror]

The Next Time You Knock on the Door

The next time you knock on the door, I will leave it unshut. So when you try peeking at it, there's nothing that's untouched. I reckon you need a clean sweep, after a long day outside. You may not recognize the house, but you'll find a new home inside.