#inked words

[waitingforthebluesky]

One of those nights,

when the music is just right

and you could live forever,

in that one line.

– discovery of a song!

[cherieseaside]

don’t tell me pretty lies and try to hold me like i’m yours.

— all i really needed from you weren’t pretty words, it was your honesty.

marina grace

[moonchildpages]

tired souls ~

[themidnightwriter23]

WRITE

Write when you feel the weakest

Write when you feel the lowest

Write in the miserable hours before dawn

Write in the vulnerable state of being forlorn.

Write to anchor your sloppy state

Write when you've got nothing but to wait

Write when failure knocks you down

Write to unfurl the sorrow that'd surmount.

Write when loss you can't bear

Write when disappointment makes you flare

Write when despair leaves you in a pit

Write when you've lost your wit.

Write to assuage your pain

Write to lose regret you gain

Write to express your talent

And let your words touch souls as they're meant

Write to give words to your thoughts inside

Let the world know you are not what you look outside

Write and win battles, bring change

Write to end violence, end rage.

Write to inspire, write to smile

Its good to empty your heart's content once a while

Write to be independent, write to be free

I always write... to be ME

~Namra Siddiqui

[daisiesandsemicolons]

I hope you do, because it's cold and dark

and dangerous in here;

look out, so you won't trip and fall over

a large chunk of my love for you.

[leftovermemoir]

It’s almost 12am and i’m trying to write,

But i can’t— I don’t know how to start.

It’s like i can’t choose the exact words to write down.

Maybe because i’m too hurt to describe what i’m feeling

Or too dumb.

Yes, D u m b.

[quotesforeverx-blog]

I’m usually a person that loves writing,reading books,and scrolling through social media just to search for inspirational and deep quotes. Writing was a way for me to connect with my inner self, it made me feel complete the same way some people feel about friends or family members. As the months passed i stopped reading because i thought it was just wasting my time, i stopped scrolling through instagram accounts to find quotes that i relate to. Then eventually, i stopped writing. I thought i just stopped because I don’t like it anymore, I thought to myself maybe it was all just a ‘phase’ that I matured into. Now here I am, feeling like I’m another person, it’s like I don’t know who i am anymore, everything seems so messy and the thoughts in my head are getting more horrible everyday. I didn’t want to talk to anyone because I know that all i’m gonna get is a long ass message on how beautiful and amazing i am, yeah those mainstream messages that I don’t even believe half of the words that are written. Don’t get me wrong, i do appreciate my friends but god, they never got me. They never got how hopeless i feel at night, they never got why i loved the moon so much,it’s because it’s the only thing that keeps my company at 3am , they never got how messed up the voices in my head get. The point is, now all i have is a pen in my hand and a paper, and let me tell you one thing, i’ve came to realize that they’re the only things that get me. I thought i was never going to write again, but at my worst times, writing was the only escape for me, it’s like a medicine that crawls its way through my veins, it became my remedy.