Poems from the soul

A collection of  my feelings on paper.

[4am-reflections]

they may love you, and i bet they do. but maybe not enough. not enough to keep you. not enough to chose you. not enough to stay.

4am

[celestialchimchim-blog]

“We’re so distracted by how things end, we usually forget how beautiful the beginning was.”

-Laiya Waheed

[steppedonflowers-blog]

[steppedonflowers-blog]

Tug of war

My mind knows I deserve better

And so it constantly reminds me

Of how much time I’m wasting loving you

Yet that thing in my chest

The one thing keeping me alive

Loves to pull at the opposite end of the rope

It Never fails to convince me to continue to waste my time.

[moonlitpoems]

“ i think i found true love.

it’s not a prince or a princess

it’s me.

it’s my scarred skin and

it’s my bad taste in music and

it’s my excitement over small things in life.

it’s knowing myself better than anyone.

it’s understanding my limits and

it’s knowing when to push them.

it’s not being quite sure what the future holds

and just knowing

that i am enough.

i am sufficient. “

-j.e.b. ((i am strong.))

[steppedonflowers-blog]

stress

You that makes me nauseous 

You that makes my hair fall out

That makes me over eat or not eat at all

And have a minimum 

Of 2 mental breakdowns daily

You that makes me bite my nails

And mummer incoherently to myself

I can't deal with you any more

You make me want to end it all

Stress

[steppedonflowers-blog]

burning desire

The memory of you ignites a fire

A fire that burns deep within her soul

So bright, it manifests out to her cheeks

Painting them bright red

Leaving her heated for weeks

Only his touch can tame

The fire within.

Only him.

[steppedonflowers-blog]

the dress

I wore the dress again.

That dress i wore for you

The day i realized you were 

Going to leave me

Holding the broken pieces 

Of my heart.

That dress was special to me

It made me feel beautiful 

I once was told i looked like a goddess in it.

Yet you looked at me in all my godly glory

And still you broke my heart.

The dress was beginning to collect dust

Stored away in a dark place

Accompanied by 

the memories of you.

[steppedonflowers-blog]

black hole

I was foolish to think

That it was finally only me.

I was so dumb to think 

It could possibly be “we”.

I guess i forgot,

Even suns can be consumed by black holes.

And darling that black hole in your chest

Has become so stretched 

Not even apollo can put it to rest.

[steppedonflowers-blog]

I’m a young girl looking for adventure and love and your a man whose lived and seen and had his heart broken one to many times. Our match is so unbalanced. I’m scared to say I want you for my own but I know I’m not prepared to accept that responsibility. So even tho I feel like this today , tomorrow that might change . And until the day where every day is the same. I’ll keep these feeling for you nice ,tight and locked away.

[vomitingwords]

You cannot fix everything,

some things were just

meant to be broken,

no matter how many times

you tried to hide

its cracks

underneath.

Lines and Intersections // ma.c.a

[steppedonflowers-blog]

With the excitement of a pyromaniac I asked to stay by your side forever. You were the fire and I was the air that fuel your flames. Together we created beautiful fireworks.

[steppedonflowers-blog]

Night blooming jasmine (a 2 part series)

Poem # 2

In my country they call night blooming jasmine,

“ Santa de Dia : puta de noche “. Like the name I resemble the flower.

Hiding my over flowing lust filled aroma

until the sun kisses me good night.

I let the familiar whispers of the stars

entrance me into opening up for all the world to see.

To experience.

The world comes to me so enamored by my simplistic beauty

a beauty that entices them to crave the taste of my nectar.

But the world always

Yet unknowingly,

condemns me to

a short lived life

for being a beauty

too overwhelming for the senses.

[steppedonflowers-blog]

Night blooming jasmine (a 2 part series)

Poem #1

Like night blooming jasmine

you open up for me

only after twilight.

Something about the magnetism of the moon

draws out your deepest feelings ,thoughts, desires

they flow into the garden of my mind

making it only bloom further

filling it with necture covered curiosity

that sends sweet sensations down

to the root of my body

making me crave your intoxicatingly

sweet pollen laced disparities

all the more.

[bhodacious-deactivated20220401]

if i have to fight for your attention then fuck your attention.

[vomitingwords]

I knew

I deserve

someone else,

but please

remember that

there were

moments in my life

when all I wanted

to have

was you.

Not anyone else

but you.

Lost Chance//ma.c.a

[adrenaline]

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