#poetrying

[ginadope]

There is a river in me that misses its sea — Both such heretics; The ridiculous promise of breath, Beauty, madness, and fear

The flowers turn into wounded animals, then hope To turn back to seeds Forever unnamed Soon to sprout into sand

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

credo :: robinson jeffers

My friend from Asia has powers and magic, he plucks a blue leaf from the young blue-gum And gazing upon it, gathering and quieting The God in his mind, creates an ocean more real than the ocean, the salt, the actual Appalling presence, the power of the waters. He believes that nothing is real except as we make it. I humbler have found in my blood Bred west of Caucasus a harder mysticism. Multitude stands in my mind but I think that the ocean in the bone vault is only The bone vault’s ocean: out there is the ocean’s; The water is the water, the cliff is the rock, come shocks and flashes of reality. The mind Passes, the eye closes, the spirit is a passage; The beauty of things was born before eyes and sufficient to itself; the heartbreaking beauty Will remain when there is no heart to break for it.

[poetrying]

[late-night-poetrying]

If she were stronger maybe none of it would hurt.

If she were braver she would leave him in the dirt.

If she worked harder

if she were smarter.

Maybe she would be worth saving

and not the one you’re blaming.

If she were stronger

wouldn’t stay a minute longer.

If she were stronger

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

It's okay.

It’s okay, I muttered.

You were supposed to ask, Is It?

Because I would’ve looked you in the eyes,

Unclenched my fists,

Sighed off the weight choking me,

And sobbed out, No.

~

Crevices turn to ridges,

Ledges tempt me to fall.

We’d exchange kisses, and you’d fall asleep sharing a blanket.

Pillow-talks and Stargazing - forgotten after all.

~

You’ll kiss me when you leave the room like you’re used to,

But not when you enter - It doesn’t cross your mind.

There’s a fork in every road.

But aren’t we always choosing the worst we can find?

~

It’s okay, I muttered.

Did you even say Sorry that time?

~

You’d come home, and I’d notice the red stains I didn’t kiss.

I’d come home, and you wouldn’t notice my red eyes from crying myself to sleep.

Date nights on the weekend, Coffee together on weekdays.

Our love was but an excuse for company and habits we wanted to keep.

~

I’d ask you ‘bout your day, and you’d reply with a tired sigh.

And I’d ramble to fill the silence, breathless, when you asked me about mine.

Ridges turn to abyss.

Chasms scare me to oblivion.

~

It’s okay, I muttered.

We can still work this out, you cried.

And I looked away, for your pleas still had sway over my bleeding heart.

Clenched my fists, for it's never easy to stop loving someone like you.

Scoffed, for it seemed a mockery of Fate too cruel.

And sobbed off, No.

[tintacetatoprata]

- Non haberá lugar para as marxes, explicacións, excusas, pedir perdón, arrepentirse laiarse de que todo foi un erro. acusacións, culpas. Voando non pode haber pasos atrás. Estás comigo? - Estou. Vamos.

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There will be no place for margins, explanations, excuses,

apologies, regrets,

moanings about everything was a mistake.

Blamings, guilts.

Flying has no backsteps.

Are you in?

- I’m in. Let’s go.

[anotheraltkid]

"hold me close and hold me fast.

this magic spell you've cast.

this is

la vie en rose.

when you kiss me, heaven sighs.

and when i close my eyes,

i see

la vie en rose."

~edith piaf - la vie en rose (translation: life is pink)

!not my photo, credit: i-am-poetrying on tumblr!

[am-i-needed-here]

Losing myself, finding myself

Hours spent

Wasted on you

I lost myself and it didn’t matter

I had you

And then

I didn’t

You left as suddenly as you had come

I realize you never miss something until it’s been taken away

And I gave my all to you

Left as an empty shell

I wander through life, waiting to be woken up

But how can you wake up if you’ve never fallen asleep?

You would laugh if you saw me now

Frail. Broken. Lost.

No.

I will get better

You will not stamp me down

I will push through

I will be happy again

I will find myself.