Poems, Books, Quotes, Etc

Poems and pieces of literature I like will end up here. My blog for writing inspiration is no-time-like-write-now. If there’s a poem or something here you don’t see, let me know! While this blog looks inactive, I just don’t update too often, so don’t be afraid to send an ask or post or something.

[lilac-landscapes]

The saying “just friends” hurts me a lot because platonic love is so profoundly beautiful and deeply important; a gift constantly undervalued in the shadow of romantic love

[short-poems-n-stuff]

Poker Face

There was a time I told you,

of all that aches inside;

the things I held so sacred,

to all the world I’d hide.

But they became your weapons,

and slowly I have learnt,

the less that is said the better,

the lesser I’ll be hurt.

Of all you’ve used against me,

the worse has been my words.

There are things I’ll never tell you,

and it is sad to think it so;

the more you come to know me-

the lesser you will know.

-Lang Leav

[short-poems-n-stuff]

She wasn’t born herself

she found herself

over a long

and treacherous road

and the more treacherous

the road became

the more of

herself

she found.

Atticus

[short-poems-n-stuff]

The girl who was afraid to be

She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents,

guitars and stars,

then stops short

and apologizes for speaking at all.

All because somewhere in her life,

someone she loved broke her heart

by ignoring her beautiful words

and telling her to

shut up,

keep it down,

nobody cares.

People aren’t born sad,

We make them that way.

Nikita Gill

[short-poems-n-stuff]

Some days,

I feel everything at once.

Other days,

I feel nothing at all.

I don’t know what’s worse:

Drowning beneath the waves

Or dying from the thirst.

o.m.

[short-poems-n-stuff]

Isolation is not safety,

it is death.

If no one knows you’re alive,

you aren’t

If a tree falls in the forest,

and no one is around to hear it,

it does make a sound;

but then that sound is gone.

I’m not saying you’ll find the meaning of life

in other people.

I’m saying other people are the life to which

you provide the meaning to.

Neil Hilborn

[short-poems-n-stuff]

From The Ashes She Became

Before she became fire, she was water.

Quenching the thirst of every dying creature.

She gave and she gave

until she turned from sea to desert.

But instead of dying of the heat,

the sadness, the heartache,

she took all of her pain

and from her own ashes became fire.

Nikita Gill

[short-poems-n-stuff]

I hope that someday

when I am gone,

someone,

somewhere,

picks my soul up

off these pages

and thinks,

“I would have loved her.”

Nicole Lyons

[short-poems-n-stuff]

We were only ever meant to be

ships in the night,

only meant to cross paths

and continue on our way,

but we threw ropes across

from your deck to mine

and my deck to yours,

and we held on for dear life.

Until the storms blew through and frayed them,

until the sun came up and blinded us,

until you started looking off toward the horizon.

You dropped the ropes and sailed away,

and I looked down at the blisters on my hands

and suddenly remembered

there was somewhere else I was supposed to be.

Kristina Mahr

[short-poems-n-stuff]

Girls of The Wild

They won’t tell you fairytales

of how girls can be dangerous and still win.

They will only tell you stories

where girls are sweet and kind

and reject all sin.

I guess to them

it’s a terrifying thought,

a red riding hood

who knew exactly

what she was doing

when she invited the wild in.

Nikita Gill

[short-poems-n-stuff]

She wasn’t sad anymore,

she was numb,

and numb,

she knew,

was somehow

worse.

Atticus

[short-poems-n-stuff]

The Edge

There is no honest way to

explain it because the only people

who really know where it is are the

ones who have gone over.

Hunter S. Thompson

[short-poems-n-stuff]

Storms are wonderful.

The way skies thrash and scream.

It is a reminder

that even the skies scream,

burdened

with the weight of

lost, forgotten dreams.

Nikita Gill

[short-poems-n-stuff]

A Betrayal

I cannot undo

what I have done;

I can’t un-sing

a song that’s sung.

And the saddest thing

about my regret-

I can’t forgive me

and you can’t forget.

Lang Leav

[short-poems-n-stuff]

“What matters

most

is how well

you walk

through

the fire.”

Charles Bukowski

[transparrent]

[anubis-the-incubus-deactivated2]

I gained 1001 followers after I reblogged this the last time no joke

[shoulderbabes]

I mean, I’m calling bullshit but it’s worth a go

[apxtheosis-remaking]

there’s no bullshit here, i for one got a couple new followers just this week

[bumbllybee-deactivated20170911]

HOW THE FLYING FUCKNUGGET

[aegis-of-the-ages]

Im just rebloging because of that last guys comment

[rhiavictoria]

thats not possible

[jonathanturners]

I didn’t get 28k more followers but I’m a newer blog and I think this is pretty good so 

[nightowlwriting]

well, why not? let’s give this a try.

[different-imagines-4-you]

I hope to have many follows.

[fantasticnifflerimagines]

Tags vv

[everythingharrypotterblog]

i shouldnt believe in this stuff, i’ll just get disappointed

[gaylordhotelamirite-deactivated]

Why the heck not?

[dust-and-ashes-deactivated20171]

Whats the harm?

[theprincessanaslaysia-deactivat]

sure let’s go

[throughawindow]

whyyyyyyyyyyy not

[audrey-the-foodie]

🙀

[ownerofidaho]

No way but okay

[nikola-like-tesla]

Its worth a try

[all-hail-mono-onion]

why not…

[all-hail-mono-onion]

thank u to everyone who made this possible!!

[quincunx]

everyone reblogs these posts but most don’t actually go through the notes and follow people so like :)))))) be the goo you wanna see

[depressed-but-doing-my-best]

Idk I just want to get rid of the porn bots

[sporkkles-irl]

huh

[jellosquid]

well

[viktorhargreevesloveclub]

can’t hurt to try!

[short-poems-n-stuff]

Your Heart is the Sea

Tell me,

if a person falls apart

alone in the dark,

does it make a sound?

And if it does make a sound,

is it as loud and devastating

as a decaying broken heart

when it is finally found?

Or is the sound

a soft strangulation hidden

that we miss all the time

behind words like “I’m fine?”

Nikita Gill