The innocent glimmer in your eyes
as you left me pleading
and weeping
struck through me
it devoured me
You killed me with a softness only the devil could master.

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Claire Keane

blake kathryn
trying on a metaphor

izzy's playlists!
Cosmic Funnies
EXPECTATIONS
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

tannertan36

Origami Around
d e v o n

No title available
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
NASA
official daine visual archive
untitled
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Mike Driver

Janaina Medeiros
cherry valley forever
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Spain
@starsick-lover
The innocent glimmer in your eyes
as you left me pleading
and weeping
struck through me
it devoured me
You killed me with a softness only the devil could master.
I've loved every person that I've ever seen and I've always had these odd tendencies to cover all mirrors, and paint my skies grey and wonder why I've never loved me that way
The comet it travels to worlds unknown It gathers the stories, it gathers the songs It shares what it can, it learns what it don’t It never can stop, its always alone The comet has traveled restless for eons Viewed as a pleasure, mistaken for freedom Wanted for light, wanted for wisdom With woe it endures, grieving each season The comet grows somber and spiteful and lost It has shared all its stories, sang all its songs Its wonder has dimmed, its yearning is gone At last the moon whispers, “It’s time to find home”
When I was young, I cried for comets that only passed once They’d carve their freedom in the sky with ink made from gold They’d giggle and laugh for future lovers they’d see And I always wondered why they never picked me As I grew older, comets would slow down to speak Whispered secrets to the planet who never broke free They’d smirk at the stars, then leave me behind I’d cry once again, until the next one arrived When comets disappeared, I’d fall down and beg I prayed to the nightsky as I wallowed and wept The moon heard my wishes, it looked down and sighed “my darling, why wish for a moment that dies”
I breathe in sessions in, out, scream, die, repeat I break down and I break through break every plate in my apartment breathe in, breathe out choose meditation or medication I'm grounded until the ground caves in in, out, cry, beg, repeat I breathe in sessions in, out, confess, die, repeat stay upright and stay safe stay until the stars lead me home say nothing or feel everything I'm grounded until the ground caves in in, out, cry, release, repeat
I dont have the body of a child
a reminder for my peace
for when I hold myself so gently
and I coach myself to breathe
October is so close!
The day you meet death she'll embrace you with unusual care and life will kiss your hands goodbye consumed by her silent despair
If darkness ever dared to seek you it would yield, struck by a newfound sight; A movement that grants forgivness, from the lips of a saint
I´m a tiny star in the night sky You cannot always see me, but I always shine Not for you, and not for them, Not for my lover, nor for a friend The tiny light is there just for me I’m not made for anyone, I am made to be free.
I want to talk, and I want to scream I want to lay down all of my belongings, as an apology for even thinking I deserve more
i was fine until you kissed her and i realized you were never mine i wish i could hate you i wish you were mine
now i have to see you and pretend i don't care so i say “hello, you two look lovely,” and i was fine
I’m a waterfall, filling whatever wants to contain me. Graceful and charming, I am nothing but the reflection of the reciever.
fine. maybe im not a poet actually, im not a writer at all it doesnt seem like it if i were, id feel it i dont move with the words like i should, like the rest seem to do or dance, or sing or even stand i shy away i hide from the words in hopes i dont grow to hate them
does that seem like a writer to you?
What comes after tomorrow? Will I keep the I-mights, and its useless, hopeful gleam? No, apparently not.
Though I will still follow the thread of the tomorrows, and the soons, and the somedays, along with the usual string of yearning for there must be more than today
i blink once and im no longer nineteen i turned twenty-one and the tides turned me into a melancholic creature, being washed up by time if i lay still enough, maybe ill reach twenty-five
Youre the victim that bathes in victory, and im the villain that bleeds for your pride.
You created a world for the controlled and contained, unfit shadows like me sent into exile.
Lets go out on an adventure Forget your mind for a while Lets pretend we are strangers Cause strangers never die