#attachement

[n4ise]

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Like a reoccurring dream- more so a nightmare. I wake up with dried tear stains on my face.

In a daze, I call out for you. It echoes. It's silent.

I try to reach for you,

it's impossible you are not near. Never.

Why does my body seek comfort from a soul

that doesn't know of your existence?

Will you find me one day and answer my call..

[maorimaorii]

Forced to sit with what others have done to us.

My heart is aching. For something it repels, despises and rejects. Self-destruction should’ve been tattooed on the sole of my foot when I emerged from the womb.

Eyes big with wonder, awaiting nothing but conflict with everything within me.

If I could I might have twisted the fates. Erased things from my path. Maybe reversed my existence from this very world.

But here we are. Forced to sit, with what others have done to us. Unable to distinguish reality from screams.

I felt your arms so near. Wrapped around my fragile body. And I don’t know if you were my protector. Or I your prey.

I do not fear your hate and aggression. What makes me tremble is the soft kiss you expect from me.

What wakes me from my dreams is what you’ll see. Once I tear away my skin, to show you how I’m bleeding.

@maorimaorii

[chocolatteyum]

I hate being friends with someone i used to love and hate. Like no it was not casual and I can't forget the past but youre a good friend and i don't want to ruin anything now. Why couldnt we had just been only friends in the begining 🤕

Chappel just kill me

[elenasanchezpoeme]

L'arbre de Guernica - José María Iparraguirre - poète basque

Dans son poème, Gernikako Arbola, José María Iparraguirre célèbre l’Arbre de Guernica, symbole de liberté et de justice au Pays basque. Il exprime l’attachement des Basques à leurs valeurs et à leur identité.

Très bon week-end et bonne lecture !

L’Arbre de Guernica

L’arbre de Guernica Est béni Parmi les Basques, Il est totalement aimé. Donne et répands Ses fruits dans le monde, Nous t’adorons, Arbre saint.

On dit qu’il y a environ mille ans Que Dieu l’a planté L’arbre de Guernica. Tiens-toi donc droit, Car le moment est venu, Si tu tombes, Nous serons tous perdus.

Tu ne tomberas pas, Arbre bien-aimé, Si l’assemblée de Biscaye Se comporte bien. Nous quatre prendrons Ta part Pour que le peuple basque Vive en paix.

L’arbre de Guernica Est béni Parmi les Basques, Il est totalement aimé. Donne et répands Ses fruits dans le monde, Nous t’adorons, Arbre saint.

[zahra-rose]

[jacquesdor-poesie]

Le monde est absurde et désordonné mais si je m'attache à regarder un brin d'herbe ou un nuage ; je reste férocement attaché au monde.

jacques dor

[love-ardour-anarchism]

i'm def some kind of aromantic and definitely demisexual and ace

but i'm also someone who feels love so deeply that i just cannot help but write "romantic" poetry like the literary period like "poetry about how my heart aches for all the ones I love" like "I love you, my friend, my closest heart companion, and you mean to me as much as any person ever could" like "romanticizing friendship", platonic love, community AND any kind of attachment i don't know, maybe i like kissing and i like calling you my darling dearest, i'm not sure if thats romantic and its okay for me that you do see it that way but to me its all ambigous