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[sameerspiritual]

Every muscle a tightened cable of deferred flight, she speaks in the mute tongue of aspiration, charting the cartography of desire across the velvet dark.

[rahonaclouds]

“They told her to grow up.But she kept her teddy.The purple wall still remembers her dreams.The marks on her face?Not shame. Not dirt.Just echoes of a girl who never got hugged when she cried.”

Soft isn’t weakness.It’s survival with gentleness.It’s still cuddling a bear at 18 because no one else held her enough.I’m soft. I cry. I break.But I’m still standing.And I’ll never stop being soft enough to love fully.

🎨: watercolour sketchbook

📸: taken at 5:58 pm on a wooden desk, like a quiet memory

Still improving watercoloring..😌

[sameerspiritual]

Crouched in white, she is both swan and shadow, a calm storm of silk and sinew pausing mid‑flight to taste the silence between heartbeats.

[sameerspiritual]

Where shadows stretch and faint light starts to blend, a quiet hope that will not bend. The world outside may rush with hurried pace, but here, within, I find my anchor's place.soul's satisfaction the far I dare to crawl.

[sameerspiritual]

I brace myself like a bell to be rung, then let the music strike a true sound.

[chelsiboiii]

Balang araw, ika'y aking makikilala't makakasama. At ako sa iyo'y tititig na para bang walang katapusan dahil alam kong ika'y akin nang lubusan.. O, nasaan ka na ba? Aking "Crisostomo Ibarra"? --- "Aking Crisostomo Ibarra" by Jeremi Princess Chelsi #latenightpost #poeticcaption #suddenpoetry #poetry (at Intramuros, Manila)

[therealbuen-blog]

And I never understood him, for how could someone so beautiful be the cause of so much destruction after all... 😝✌🏻️😁 #bychance #poeticcaption