#poeticwords

[aurethiaaflame]

But I can’t make you understand and you can’t make me. So maybe we can sit in silence and let it pass.

Language, after all is just an attempt, and Just like all other attempts- it sometimes fails.

[darkashes]

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.” — Friedrich Nietzsche

[jaggedjawjosh]

In the quiet moments, as the world hushed, find strength within; your light sparks hope, guiding others through shadows toward dawn's embrace.

[brainstreams]

[versegold]

B04. The Priestess in the Dream

You have come — you must be silent. How dare you approach me and ask about one of the girls, when there is only me, whom you cannot have. I know exactly what you need, what you want — and therefore I banish you from my realm, my wisdom, my infinity. Take your things and never come back. The temple is closed to you, and my messages you won't receive either. Go. Away. Out of our lives.

[florencescape]

Think you love much until you see how much patience you can have with them.

[writeblrcafe]

Shattered

I don't know who I am anymore

My reflection deceives me

The empty walls waiting for 

Anything more to see

Than the shell that used to be

A silver lining in a broken mirror

I can't seem to see any clearer

The reflection, the shell, the silver

The shattered look that will never disappear

I yearn for the world of my memories

When I wasn't shattered yet

My past self whole while I'm slivered in pieces

I think I know who I am after all

The first @writeblrcafe collab starring (in order of writing) members @lexiklecksi @holdenmarrswritings @tulusrauta @e-lisard @untethereddreams

[inkandpins]

I can't go back to yesterday, because I was a different person then

Some change is experienced over long periods of time-- seasons, years add lines to our faces and a thicker resilience to our skin. I imagine when we first met, I was practically translucent. Soft, and unafraid, you could see right through me. Lately, I notice the little, daily transformations.

Some days I am better, for some I am the same. The same, selfish and childish infant. Some days I still love my life, some days I still love you. Some changes happen even quicker -- I miss you and wish you were mine for an afternoon, in the morning I am relieved to be alone.

I am not transparent anymore, it is not obvious how I feel because I do not know. How could I promise you today yesterday when I don't know what tomorrow will bring? You sit in front of me and ask me what I'm thinking,

There are a million things I want to do with you, and a million things I want to do alone.

N.Y. Lotte New York Palace 06.30.2022.