#blotchedprompts

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

The Rock's of Belle Isle I do not know what is crashed upon your Shore I do not know what ways have molded you're beautiful stone I do not know how the tide has dug its fingers deep and torn away the ex-lovers and the Dying Light of stars and the sweet kiss of every urchin ever to see your face but one thing I do know is that on the horizon is a sun and in that sun is a New Hope and within that New Hope is a chance to smile again a chance to hold a hand that is yet to be born a chance to see light in eyes you thought were once only dark voids unable to see the future upon these rocks there is love

The rocks of belle-ile by Claude Monet

[sparkandashes]

There will never be enough ink to express the emotions I have in my heart for you. Perhaps, there are words but not enough to express my love!

@sparkandashes via tumblr

[etching-bones-moved]

Curve of hipbone in my mouth, Lifeblood cold and clinking, perfect, Punctured, Sucked dry, and yet Never enough ink wets my lips To write the magnitude of my feelings for you (Too few neuronal connections my love, too few stars to spell it across the heavens)   Meteor shower of affection, you blind me, Smash into my chest and shatter all my ribs- (A sweet break, an opening. I will become a garden again) -Phenomena, you block out the sun, Billions of dust particles, planetary dance, Blocking the light that would sear me Over and over again   Keep me, Tuck me into your arms and conceal me, Raise me in cupped hands and revere me, love, I'll revere you, too

[sohaspeaks]

Wanna know where we went wrong?

We’ve been wrong since week two

And ever since you were just someone

Who wanted my attention

And I needed to feel needed

So I’m not hurt now this happened

I’m just glad

I got as much use from you

As you did I.

- soha.

[lzlabs]

Suffocating

Backed into a box without air of acceptance monochromatic melancholy sticks in my throat as this world suffers without light I panic…and you watch my chest struggle to rise and fall thinking I’m breathing

[happily-lost-in-words]

Unlovable

I told you

I was unlovable

I told you I wasn’t the type of girl to fall head over heels

For some johnny-come-lately.

Or for some not-so-Strange- Stranger.

And you told me

“Princess you just haven’t felt love.”

Honey,

I have felt love like I have felt death.

A brush by and a violent tango.

I have felt love

Like god felt the constellations under his finger tips

And the betrayal of his children

When they listened to the snake.

I tell you I’m unlovable,

Because it is an excuse.

It’s an excuse so I do not have to fall in love again.

I don’t want to fall in

and out of it again.

I’m unlovable,

Sweetie.

And that’s the biggest excuse to say

“Jesus Christ don’t let me fall in love

Because I have fallen above my limit

And I don’t want to hurt again.”

I’m my own biggest excuse,

For wallowing in my pain.

[sarumansorkorphanage]

The way of the lost souls

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On the stairway to heaven there is much to unveil

As gold winged angels to their creator set sail

Playing their harps and their trumpets of joy

As they enter a city with the white walls of Troy

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Down to the hell-gate leads a sinister path

Where moss covered gargoyles and sulphuric wrath

Shall follow your footsteps deep down in the town

Where dead walls and buildings in past ages drown

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Whilst heaven be light, under lofty a dome

As the greatest of empires, the culture of Rome

For upright civilians provides a home

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Dark path underworld beneath in a sinister shell

Thou hast reached to the gate, hark the fateful bell.

For there’s a stairway to heaven and a stairway to hell

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[leftiswhatgodmademe]

unfinished poem #159

I uprooted the silky bruised violets with my bare hands to make room for the rose that would take its place. I am not sacred ground but there is something special in my soil.

Deadline (20-27/8) the prompt is “Plant a rose somewhere special”.