#poemtime

[anikeshh]

She posses the power to change hell into heaven.

[suntara]

☆Planetarium stickers on my bedroom ceiling★

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I want the universe on my ceiling

For every good song that doesn't die, but reminds us of who we were

When we felt the most alive

I want the universe on my ceiling

Alternate realities, a utopia turned to exile

bricks made of galaxies, inscribed with the carmine from our lips

I want the universe on my ceiling

cymbals made of clouds

that crash when the sky lurches

Moss growing on meteors that dare to fall to their knees

For the nebula wolf with stars in his eyes, a void in his saliva, the moon in his teeth

I want the universe on my ceiling

The stomach of the sun is aching in insatiable hunger

But dare not touch the fruits of its hard work

Pull a pedestal for strawberries made of blood rubies

you don't destroy what you love most to fill an unquenchable thirst

greed has a name and it is theirs

my eyes have a price tag worth

The planetarium stickers on my bedroom ceiling

The wolf that howls when the constellations form it's name

The cymbals that crash when the clock skips a beat

I want the universe on my bedroom ceiling

Not a song, not a story

The sky was born again, for the first time in a millennia

So why would we care if tomorrow never comes?

Our feet may be broken, our wings skinned

But we have eyes that are unsellable, for we all see the world in a different way,

and selling our eyes is a hopeless imitation of raw beauty that changes with every stare

Let's watch the sky in my bedroom tonight, love

While the world outside is lost in a veil of gunpowder and ink

And let's watch mundane existences fall out of style

For the world is alive for the first time in a millennia

Lets watch the universe on my ceiling,

However artificial it may be,

Let's watch the universe on my ceiling

Because we can be whoever we want, after wiping the soot off our faces, the jewels from our backs

Even when the world falls, we will still have the planetarium stickers on my bedroom ceiling

My own little universe in my bedroom

And I believe that

It is enough for all of us

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{However artificial the universe in my bedroom may be

It's beauty surpasses the rotten world outside

But love,

Who am I to say that you don't see it like I do?}

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Aureatemoonshine

[theprettybluedreams]

He wanted to see the world's entire beauty that's why he became a poet

[violethuesblog]

It’s simple

and it’s not.

I could tell you in a million different ways,

or maybe not.

I secretly hope,

that you regret leaving me.

In a few weeks, months or years,

I hope you miss us.

I hope you miss me.

I hope you miss how beautiful I am

and how I turned every frown into a smile.

I hope you miss the mints I ate

And how truly I believed in fate.

I hope you miss how I held your face

and how my lips curved into a smile.

I hope you miss my scent

and how your eyes lit when they met mine.

I hope you miss holding my hand

and the sound of my laugh.

I hope you miss me.

I hope you regret what you lost.

I wish I could make you understand

How it felt to be your queen

but have my crown taken away.

I hope you feel the pain,

when you fill my shoes one day.

Maybe then you would respect me

and won’t talk about me like I am deranged.

A day will come

and you’ll miss me

with a heart full of regret.

But it will be too late,

for I would have moved on

and started with a brand new clean slate.

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©violethuesblog

[filosovida]

#bomdia #poemtime #poesia #poemas #filosofias #filosovidas #reflexao #mensagens #schopenhauer #pb #bw #poesiabrasil #poesiaimagetica

[justapoet707]

The Spider and Butterfly

[suburban-disco]

she pees at four am. in your apartment. wearing your shirt. your big blue shirt. blue bed. blue blanket.  blue eyes. she has a way with comfortable without saying it she leaves a headband. she leaves an earring. she leaves both gloves. both socks. a shirt. a library book. you find and find. and you wonder what verdict. when it hurts will you say when big bed. big blanket.  big eyes. she creaks the door open.   you think you will hear it. you will feel less warm when she goes. but when she comes back. you don’t say it. you open the big blue blanket. you open your big blue eyes. you open 4 am and see the memory  of her moving.

where do we go now

[i-am-and-proud]

A poem no one asked for

A never ending dream A dream where I fly free Of all responsibility A never ending dream A dream where I’m with you If only it’d be true A never ending dream A dream where we can fit We are starlit