syd☾ney

moonlight blues

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.

Khalil Gibran

[nicostiel]

[thehopefulquotes]

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

— Jane Austen

[thepersonalquotes]

[buttonpoetry]

“I don’t know if there is a sign for missing yourself, for missing who you used to be. But if I don’t learn to use my words more openly, more honestly, I am going to need one.”

— Jared Singer, from Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction

[sydeeskin]

Growth

Springtime

Fields are green oceans

Endless blue skies

Windows down

And lungs filled with growth

Dissolve me into this new earth

Sunsets paint over me

Grey/pink/yellow/purple/blue

Let me grow into something beautiful

Something rare

Soft like springtime petals

Soft like white clouds

Filled with rain

Pour down on me

Make me new

s.j.

[sydeeskin]

stars are soft

But what if there’s nothing? I asked, my voice shaking.

But what if there’s everything?

And we fell. We fell not knowing what would be. As we fall deeper into the universe of love I have yet to find nothing. I’ve found that stars are soft. Neptune dreams of summer. And that we are not alone out here. How long will we fall, darling? He whispers, Forever.

[arabwife]

Understand that even an “understanding heart” grows tired of being understanding and never understood.

[sydeeskin]

moonlight

moonlight blues moonlit hues colors i can see when i’m not crying over you

[sydeeskin]

Time doesn’t heal all wounds

But it brings our worlds closer

Spinning in infinite glory

Destined to collide.

S.J.

[wnq-writers]

I marvel at the trees, how their leaves change colors and fall off. I realize the biggest lesson I must learn from autumn is how to gracefully let go.

foreveragoboniversemma, writing prompt #63: write about the beauty of autumn (via wnq-writers)

[sydeeskin]

You’re a warm salty wave

I’ll taste you on my lips when you leave

[sydeeskin]

[tylerknott]

Typewriter Series #2224 by Tyler Knott Gregson

[sydeeskin]

Set me free

What can I say if it isn’t peace?

Zip me up Tie me down Lock me up Throw away the key

I am an ocean wave Ten feet high, crashing

I am a thunderstorm Dancing in chaos

Underneath this skin Is a wild fire Uncontainable Uncontrollable

Cut me open Let the waves pour out Cut me open Let the thunder roll Cut me open Don’t let me burn

Set me free

[peachtearsb]

i understand why van gogh cut off his ear and shot himself in the middle of an open field like i get it now

[stillold]

Maybe because he was sick and he needed help and doctors and medicine. Stop romanticizing Van Gogh’s death.

[nuovees]