Horrors Of The Free Will

Who are you when nobody’s watching?

[lehermit]

Radio.

One day, I read that you know you've truly loved someone by the way they sound in your life.

With the wrong people, everything is static, the hiss of an old radio searching for a station it will never find.

But with the right one, the signal settles.

A melody begins.

It moves as naturally as the wind.

At fifteen, I didn't understand that.

At thirty, I do.

You were always my favorite song.

Le Hermit

[nasa]

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[florarainquillwrites]

I kept your notes

thinking you'll keep my coat.

But you washed them up.

Now it don't smell like before.

I hope you'd remember

the hugs and love we had

for eachother.

But I can't see it,

the way your eyes shined

now it's dimmed like this light,

I kept turned on.

Now I know why it's off?

Cause I loved you so

but you let me go.

-Flora Rain Quill Writes

[oditorie]

[thoughtkick]

“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”

— Sylvia Plath

[rozieramati]

leopard orchid

[pmamtraveller]

Two of the oldest lovers

[nixscriptum]

[nixscriptum]

[mournfulroses]

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

[mournfulroses]

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

[stuzzicarelli]

At Least Nothing Has A Name

You can’t say that I was nothing; at least nothing has a name.

Despite all my loving and caring, all I did was done in vain.

You forsake me once you use me, while I hand to you my soul—

All I do falls into an abyss to be forgotten once it’s done.

You can’t say that I was nothing; you cant find me in your head—

All I’ve done will only be carried in my now empty chest.

Empty from the carnage of having pulled out my beating heart

That heart I once lovingly handed and surrendered for your dirty scraps.

Heavy footsteps; I’m exhausted from the longing infecting my bones—

I can’t rid myself of this sickness; it’s now embedded in my soul.

You can’t say that I was nothing; to you I’ve been meaningless at best—

Even after pouring my veins out it was never enough for you to care.

I have bled out all my life force hoping someday it’d be enough,

But to you it’s less than nothing; but at least nothing has a name

While I’m not even in the spaces between the words you’ve left unsaid.

All this while you haunt my silence and you run away with my light—

Just for the sake of having it even when you’re not even in the dark.

You’ve made me feel like I am nothing; yet I think I am too much.

You’re a bottomless well; there will never be enough to fill you up.

My bleeding heart has been a testament; nothing does not compare

Because while to you I might be nothing; my name will be carved into your soul

And in the twilight you will try to find the light you took away;

To then find out it died the day I pronounced my name.

Every syllable laced with the love salvaged from everything you stole to throw away

Because while to you I might be nothing; I have always had a name.

- Amanda Isabeli Salguero

[mournfulroses]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a poem titled "Interim," featured in The Complete Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay

[maliusaidh]

[cileklipalet]

[paper-wounds]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky's

‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’

[free-my-mindd]

[catalisst]

Self - listen up!!