starpoetess

mm | brazil | shitty internet poetry

[starpoetess]

how can it be? at the same time being not enough and way too much.

[starpoetess]

eu to puta e triste e frustrada e decepcionada com tudo. e eu não devia estar falando isso aqui, definitivamente não. mas eu não tenho pra onde correr. isso é tudo que eu tenho e tudo que eu sinto comigo.

eu estou dividida. metade de mim quer cuspir todas essas coisas na sua cara e falar e gritar e espernear, mas eu sei que não adiantaria (bom, talvez um pouco...) e isso não faria sentido porque no fundo as coisas que eu falaria não são verdadeiras e talvez elas ofendessem. a outra metade sabe que eu preciso me acostumar e aprender a lidar sozinha, aprender a não depender sempre de alguém pra ouvir incondicionalmente.

mas meu inteiro está cheio e cansado e... só queria paz. encontrar um lugar confortável e cheio de experiências novas, com uma música boa e uma energia calmante. mas ao invés de paz, tudo que tem encontrado é vazio. escuro e frio, há um bom tempo. então não será nem uma metade nem outra. a agonia será.

[starpoetess]

a letter

whenever I tell people about you, they say our story could be in a movie. and I agree with them. whatever we felt for each other, I can tell that it was certainly something different. it had its own uniqueness, its own dynamic, and it could have been beautiful. and it actually was at some points, but unfortunately not enough of them, at least for now.

I'm here now, and I will be here for a while. above all, I really do believe we built a meaningful connection that's worth keeping. I know you don't believe in time, but only then we might know everything we could be. and in the meanwhile, I'll be here. do not run. with time and effort, things will end up exactly how they are supposed to.

for now, I'll remember all the good things. those games, and those matches. that chaotic party. that place you took me just because I love mushrooms, even though you don't. that sunset. that slow dance. those words. all the times we were really there.

some things are part of the process of learning a choreography. dancing is an art of synchrony. its enjoyment depends on who you're learning with. dancing can be freeing when the partner is worth it.

[quotemadness]

“I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

[starpoetess]

I was taught to never trust people who say all the right things. Unfortunately (or not) I did not recognize that was the case with you until it was too late. I had already fallen for you. You, and your charming words, and your comfort words, and your wit, and your sensitiveness, and especially your passion for everything you do, and see, and touch, and listen.

I love how you manage to keep calm in all the chaos. I love how you think about life and art. I love how you blush when I talk dirty out of nowhere.

We see things from opposite sides, at the same time we're much alike. Maybe that's the break-even point.

I'm eager to learn everything you can give me, and I hope you are too. But I'm sure we're both gonna have a lot of fun along the way.

[quotemadness]

“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”

— John Green 

[praying]

Oceano (2017) dir. Renato Duque

[seanika]

[starpoetess]

thinking, thinking, thinking about every possible scenario planning, tracing, measuring every possible move

and still I couldn't predict the queen I'd face across the board dancing to her own melody improvising, enjoying her time; softly conquering everyone around her

may I dance with you? may I dance to your music? I promise to be spontaneous, gentle and lighthearted, as you always are.

[in-my-thinking]

Mosaic

And so life Will break you Into pieces But with strength You will build A beautiful mosaic Each tesserae A testament To your existence Each tile coloured by Pleasure and pain Until your mosaic Is all that remains

[thepersonalquotes]

[overthink]

Michelle De Rose

[imposer]

[melloncolliegalaxies]

i hope you love them with their clothes on. i hope they love you when you're late. i hope you love them when they get angry and say everything wrong. i hope they love you when you forget to tell them they're beautiful. i hope you love them when it's hard. i hope they love you when it's harder. i hope you love them when they tell you when it hurts and why it hurts. i hope they love you when you want to make things better, but you don't know how. i hope you love them when they wish they were different. i hope they love you and all the things you want to change. i hope you love them like they love you. and i hope they love you like you love them.

- "clothes on"

[1ightly]

wish i didn’t have neighbors so I could lay outside on the grass with my titties out like god intended

[starpoetess]

inside out

how the hell can I love you, have you, but still feel so damn down???? you're my whole life, but nothing is enough to make me feel ok for real.

I'm lost. I'm helpless. and still: alone inside.

[starpoetess]

A: I feel bad for feeling so sad.

B: What can you do? Blue is already all over you.