#poemblr

[almostaether]

🖤

[robertjw4688]

"Pull of Phantom Shackles"

I have the power

to lift this world

beyond its mortality.

I have the power

to drown this world

in its own venom.

I choose

to shrug it

from my brain

and watch it roll

from my apartment door

to wherever plucked scabs go.

I swear I'm free

yet my ribcage still feels the pull

of phantom shackles

but I guess that's the beauty

of living in the shadows

of rainbows only I can see.

There is so much I can build

with these hands

that depression once built

so I construct this ladder,

to climb from view

and breathe in the exhales

of God's discarded woes.

[almostaether]

storm.🖤❄️

[almostaether]

war.

[almostaether]

nostalgia.

[beneathdeadstars]

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “It’s just that this is the first time I’ve been kissed like that.”

[verrlorenpoet]

THIS IS NOT A LOVE POEM

[maevewanders]

I have had to fight for everything that I have, and everything that I am.

I grieve the fact that I am still not finished.

My dreams are going to cost me my freedom.

My failures are adding up.

This cycle is endless.

Im running in circles.