#poetic expression

[de-morte]

Let the world paint you dark now. Let it drag its dusk across your name. Let the silence swell inside your ribs, And shade you in tones only grief understands. Now wear the cloaks of oblivion— heavy, creased with years and unspoken things— where the world cannot claw nor claim. What they glimpse is but a vestige, a shadow dulled by history’s weathering hand. Let the dark make you invisible, let it armour your heart in quiet steel, so even longing won’t know where to find you. Channing M// Vault of My Books

[translucent-terrors]

"I place the carcass of a bird at your feet. I love you. But not in a way you understand."

[elgnartstudio]

“Graphite Prayer” Each line I draw is half a plea. Drafts carved by silhouettes — out what I see. The sweep is truth, the shade — a lie. My pencil hums, “to sketch is why.”

@elgnart

[bhavna-writes]

because we are everything we’ve ever loved.

we say individuality prevails above all.

the human need for belonging, validation and harmony are mythical creations of society

but aren’t you a product of how your parents raised you?

doesn’t nostalgia bounce off the walls of your childhood house, though it didn’t feel like home?

don’t you still feel spiritually connected to those low-pixel movies you watched ages ago, even if the plot was “so past life”?

doesn’t your first love remain ingrained in your heart, everyone after just a walmart version of it?

haven’t you the nitty-gritty details of people tattooed on your body, never erasing the impact it etched on your soul?

can’t you find that a peculiar scent blowing in the wind can transport you back to eras you once lived in?

don’t you still see your lucky sweater atop your dressing cupboard, from your bedroom mirror?

isn’t one of the best feelings rediscovering old favorite songs, beaming in elation as the chorus exalts?

won’t you flip through the pages of the same book, again, knowing what comes next?

don’t you store your lady’s picture in your locket, so you shall not — god forbid — forget to trace fondly along the shape of her delicate face?

don’t you end up muttering “the usual” to the waiter, the taste already budding at the tip of your tongue?

because you are the culmination of everything you’ve ever loved. your heart is a mosaic, filled to the brim with pieces of every person, place, and timeframe which has shaped you.

you are strung together by these fragments, a force binding you wholly to the circle of life.

no matter how much you may attempt to resist these truths, you will inevitably return to love and connection, making new memories that intersect the passage of time.

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[yumizverse]

I’ve scattered myself upon the wind,

and in doing so,

no one shall know me

more than that great spirit

that breathes across this plain.

I have whispered

to the night winds

my secrets.

I have shared

my songs

with the breeze.

I have laughed with love

inside it

and sobbed against it

all life long.

I am stirred within by it

and scattered upon it

like a psalm.

No one shall know me

more than the wind.

[the-wordsof-arling]

Explanation: This is a poem from the bed's pov.

Title: Bed

When you were a child you hate going to bed,

Always wanted to play with no rest.

I waited for you to go back to me,

So i can give you warmth when you sleep.

When you're afraid you leave me alone,

Go to your parents because you're scared to sleep alone.

But slowly i noticed as you get older,

Never want to leave bed.

Then i notice,

You cry more frequently now you have grown.

I should be happy you want stay with me,

But i know you're hurting and i'm your only comfort.

I'm the bed that gives you warmth,

Stays with you as you grow old.

I know how many nights you cry silently,

I know how many tears dried up on my cushions.

I feel bad for you wanting you stay in bed,

It was much better when you were out playing instead.

You used to be always so lively,

Playing around and smiling.

Now you're stuck with me,

Not wanting to leave.

You always have the room in darkness,

Sinking in my cushions as time passes.

When you decide to play again,

Don't hesitate to leave bed.

I'll always be here waiting for return,

To give the comfort you deserve.

I know it's hard to be alive,

It's better to keep trying.

I hope you finally can step out,

To finally have you happy outside the house.

[laurachouettepoetry]

In this world, you can’t carry your love on your sleeves— that’s why we hold it in the cages of our ribs. - Laura Chouette

[blazingnero]

In the silent echoes of my soul, you've struck the void of my existence.