#poetswhispers

[heartofmuse]

People tend to think that loving costs nothing, when in truth, it costs us everything. It is freely given and received, yet it never comes without a price.

e.v.e.

[ginadope]

for l and for m

Our sea is becoming gentle Saw its place in my veins

Ask the four trees They remember their stories We met before I had touched this ground

Your buried thoughts - my pen name Pass by my dreams King of all flowers Hand me my insecurities Let's watch them wither May the mystery of sunshine Visit soon

[notmadebyhumanhands]

There is beauty in the breakdown and a method to the madness, and I can show you, if you sit a while with me.

[origami-houses]

When I start crying

I often find

that I just can't stop,

and I begin to wonder

if anyone has ever drowned

in their bedroom before.

- G.L. Angelone

[savedinmydrafts]

STARDUST AND DEAD LOVE

i saw constellations in your eyes

and with you

i didn’t see a whole new life

i saw another galaxy

i saw a future like the sky

every opportunity

with you i saw a family

and maybe i just fantasized

the way your eyes

had this way

of defying gravity

and i’d forget

that shooting stars were once alive

but like us they’re just a tragedy

// Ophydia

—

[beforeyearning]

routine love. written for @writeblrcafe‘s prompt: "There was a certain comfort to be found in predictability”. Text ID under cut.

My day starts at 5 am, an hour before your alarm clock blares,

stirring you from whatever soft dreamland you found yourself in—

by the time I’m showered, dressed, and awake, it’s 5:25 am.

I fix you breakfast first, your favourite, muesli with fruit.

It’s been soaking in milk overnight in the refrigerator, just how

you like it—I slice up a banana, quarter strawberries, and grab

a handful of blueberries and do my best to aesthetically plate them,

and top it off with a drizzle of honey. The clock reads 5:32 am.

You like starting off your day with a heaping dose of good news,

I scour the internet for any article—I come across an article about

how solar energy generated one terawatt of energy (a milestone),

another article about how one community in Hawaii got together

to shred cardboard together to recycle, and prevent it from going to

landfill. I settle on the article about a group of California elementary

students launching a helpline, offering advice, kind words, pep talks

from kindergarteners, and the ability to hear kids laughing with delight.

I send the article to your phone. The clock reads 5:40 am.

At 5:52 am, I’ll start on your coffee—you like it warm, brewed for

four and a half minutes, with a touch of almond milk. In the mean

time, I read poetry, screenshotting the poems I know you’d love.

At 6:01 am, I’m  on your side of the bed, bartering your sleepy kisses

for a warm cup of coffee—it’s for this precise moment I awake an hour

earlier than I need to. How sweet it is, our love perfected to the point of

a morning routine.

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

heart&bones

shelter my heart and its precious bones.

bird-like in fragility and song.

sing to me in bitter winter notes.

float on the wind and flutter slowly.

shelter my heart and its precious bones.

[mortalghost]

May I spill the wine that crosses your lips as midnight kisses tantalize my everything? Sleepless nights give way to memories of dawns, as liquor fuels my need and my distractions. I have become aware of the disillusion of my mind's distortions while sands of time strike away at the falling stars, leaving nothing but memories to these starless skies. I remember all of the promises we made when we began this dance and led our future by the hands as epic moments opened up their arms wide to let us in. You have my heart, my soul, my being, though tears may flow, the love between grows, as space opens and welcomes us to the precipice where there is no choice but to fall deeper into me and you.

-H. Murcia 11:28 AM 2/18/2022