#ilustrans

[donotgogentlyy]

this is why my heart holds no love

i often spend late nights 

crying in bed about how

you’re not next to me and how humanity is cruel.

And the tears that prick 

my eyes like needles

feel like scorching flames as they 

slide down my face.

And through this, the fire

in my eyes is gone.

And every breath I take—

thinking about you,

or the girl I used to love a thousand miles away,

or humanity and all it’s bits and pieces—

feels like smoke, running down my lungs.

i know my insides

are soot covered and shadowy, 

like the bleakness the angels see

when they peers down at 

humanity from their pristine heaven.

And then the tears that have 

spilled and dripped and dropped 

down my cheeks— 

they leak through the cracks in my heart,

and they melt away at whatever remains in there.

i wake up the next morning from crying

And my heart is turned to dust—

Nothing remains but ashes.

[driftwards]

Lungphantom

                     Falling star thy chariot is discord-

                              strung upon orcas

                            & stolen blue flowers-

                                on the cusp of air.

[humwrites]

It's not that there's - number of reasons why somebody makes a decision, but rather there's only so much that they can take, so they choose to leave or to fight

@humcreates

[ceeslife]

When I fill myself up with self-love, there is no room for fear.

Cee Hunter

[a-silent-loverr]

I close my eyes 

To dream about us

For we can never be real

[irregularspace]

A fire is at its most beautiful, when in the dark.

[j-w-poetry]

[charliewykes]

brief warning

Standard maxims brave The applicable weather As a sea runner's rudder Spun about in circles On trek lines to relieve Depletion's pressure Completing renewal grants Compelling angst ridden doubt Spending nature's reciprocal Calculations gasping for air Through rusted barrels of wine For conjugal visits to waffle About on streets holding out On endangered structures While handling strangers Dangling along tangential Strangleholds over curiosity Whose parade float soaked Wooden boards in fake gold As atmospheric containments Filled up the mental remnants Struggling to still remain sane When lost at sea and settling in