Read_me_stranger

*you're a poetry growing into poem*

[readmestranger]

I heard someone saying on internet that

If you feel lonely that means you're growing. Don't compromise growth with company. There's a reason why Lamborghini has 2 seats and A public bus has 50 seats. Because not everybody got what it takes to be successful. So choose your sacrifices wisely. Because the real ones are gonna find the way to stick around, ALWAYS!

And I was like

Open tumblr and post.

[readmestranger]

The cost of being "too sweet" to people is sleeping at night counting the hearts you've broken who mistook your kindness as LOVE and feel sympathetic towards them thinking Why Nobody Loves Them???

The only reward is to make feel people loved but not in that way.

Get it??

[readmestranger]

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

~Kahlil Gibran: The Prophet

[readmestranger]

When you kill a beast say to him in your heart:

By the same power that slays you, I too am slain; and I too shall be consumed.

And when you crush an apple with teeth, say to it in your heart:

Your seeds shall live in my body,

~Kahlil Gibran: The Prophet

[readmestranger]

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their soul dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

~Kahlil Gibran: The Prophet

[readmestranger]

Love one another but make not a bond of love:

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.

Give your hearts, but not into each others keeping.

For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together:

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

~Kahlil Gibran: The Prophet

[readmestranger]

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; for love is sufficient unto love.

When you love, you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, For love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

~Kahlil Gibran : The Prophet

[readmestranger]

my mother made me like a chapati, shaped me uniformly, sudden necessary beatings with roller to flatten my surface of thinking. she made me perfect home-made solution for everyone's hunger.

but little did she know, i had intolerance of my father, the fire in my soul, the bubble inside my lips would one day burst at her own hands.

[theinsects]

fuck you, my child is completely fine!

your child romanticises the idea of running far away and completely changing their personality, looks & soul as a way of coping with having no control over their life & being generally dissatisfied with who they have become

[helenasurvives]

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am seven

and my reply is

pink

because i am a girl

and pink

is a princess color.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am ten

and i like

green

because a boy told me that pink

is lame and girly.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am thirteen

and i tell them

purple

it is unique and spunky

like i want to be.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am seventeen

and i just say

red

i do not say

it is bright and angry at the world

as i am

i cannot form the words to express

all of my frustrations

so i paint my lips with

rage.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am twenty

and it’s pink

i remember the joy

of being a child

i reclaim the freedom

of femininity

because i cannot remember

what my shoulders felt like

before the depression

hung from them.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am twenty-six

and my answer is

brown

it confuses most people

they don’t see it

they may think of dirt

and dust

and dead things

but it is coffee with friends

and the chocolate chip cookies

my mom used to make.

it is my hair

and my eyes

amber and gold

in the sun

and i love myself

again

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[readmestranger]

Aren’t we all 

Love suckers?

Fed on love 

But died of

Forever promises.

[readmestranger]

Aren’t we all 

Love suckers?

Fed on love 

But died of

Forever promises.

[julia-is-book-obsessed]

"How to win over the love of your life"-A step by step guide by Kaz Brekker

Pretend you don't care

Call her "an investment".She'll get the point.

DON'T think about her hair and eyes!

Protect her at all costs but be subtle about it.We don't want her to think you care too much,and we don't want her to know you ripped out a man's eye then you drowned him for stabbing her.

Did she tell you she'll leave the country to hunt slavers?Say"Whatever.Bon voyage!",even though you're dying inside.

Open up to her about your past.But not to much.We don't want her to know you used your brother's corpse as a floatie.

DON'T think about her laugh!

Tell her she could be easily replaced by another spider,why does she think she's so special anyways?Revenge is all that really matters.

Ask her to stay,because she really is leaving.You know you can't live without her.

Let her believe you only saved her because she's a valuable investment but then tell her you'd fight for her freedom no matter what.

Bandage her wounds and kiss ker neck.Wait what?Did I just say that?Guess there's no going back to pretending you don't care now.

Buy her a ship and find her parents for her.Make her laugh.

Take off your glove and hold her pinky.Now she's yours.

She's telling you to keep being a gangster?She is meant to be your queen,there is no doubt.

Congrats,you now got the girl of your dreams.

[readmestranger]

Good Fictional Authors—are Sane, writes about their journey of pain, sorrow

Great Fictional Authors —are delusional, writes weird fantasies.

Best Fictional Authors—have Multiple Personality Disorder Bitch! Changes history.

[readmestranger]

Good Fictional Authors—are Sane, writes about their journey of pain, sorrow

Great Fictional Authors —are delusional, writes weird fantasies.

Best Fictional Authors—have Multiple Personality Disorder Bitch! Changes history.

[readmestranger]

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[readmestranger]

His eyes are shades of brown like theobroma cocoa beans crushed, compressed, worn out by feeding family and his ego the dusky tone of nudes, revealing luscious rich dessert his warm breath fragrant like  freshly brewed coffee on lazy Sundays for what its worth to have a taste of dark, thick, bitter chocolate temperament with silky soft chocolate ganache smile topped with hazelnut shine of lips. i guess i will have a bite of you and my world will sing the melody of your flavor. FOREVER. __________________________________________________________________________ #worldchocolateday #chocolate #hazelnutchocolate #silky #coffee #cocoabean #prosepoem #poemsofinstagram #poetryprojectx #blasethoughts #darkchocolate🍫 #chocolateganache #melody #forever #writing __________________________________________________________________________ Happy World's Chocolate Day https://www.instagram.com/p/CCV87zGplvO/?igshid=1rt2k17zpez8d