#poetty

[mangoflavouredjuice]

my hair is now red... like my heart... and black... also like my heart

[soda-mush]

having adhd is really a double sided sword (Double edged??). like my brain is so fast and full of fun and cool story ideas but i cant sit still for fiVe FUCKING SECONDS TO WRITE SOMETHING WITHOUT “canibitch oh canibitch, where for art thou canibitch?” PLAYING ON REPEAT IN MY HEAD T~T LKIUYFITYDFIUYDRTUYT

[stepiphanies]

"this would be the last time we see each other, right?"

you asked me, eyes fixed with mine. i dont know what to say. it's 8:15 and i just came here. i walked a long way from home after receiving a message from you. same old meeting place and time. i didn't know u will come a little earlier. or have u been here for awhile now? how would i know? you didn't even say hello.

the night was still young, but the wind is starting to get colder. u were on your usual get up with your favorite jacket on, while i was on my pajamas with nothing to protect myself from the breeze. Did u plan this? u looked so well and ready. but, how would i know? you didn't even say hello.

i didn't know why you'd reached out. it has been months since you'd left me. we stopped talking and i gave you your peace. i thought u were mad at me, because that was the last words you told me. i don't blame you though, i was messed up. well, maybe i still am but atleast now that i am alone, i couldn't hurt anyone else anymore but myself. i won't tell you that though. why would i? you didn't even say hello.

i still couldn't keep but wonder why you'd came here. you have her right? the person you told me you both have nothing but friendship? what happened now? Did u two end up together? i wanna know why, well, maybe i shouldn't anymore. you never said hi.

the night's getting deeper and your eyes is still fixed with mine. it tells a thousands stories and it still reflects the soul you still have inside. and yet, i still didn't know what to say. it has been months without you. and though i couldn't admit ive been more comfortable being alone, i couldn't pretend i didn't miss you either.

this would be the last time we see each other coz im leaving by tomorrow. but how would you expect me to say my goodbye when you never even said your hello?

-s.b

81620

[angeltrash666]

That one night as all the others before you woke me up, gentle hands on my chin and whispering my name between each kiss. We were bathed in silvery delight but that is when, oh in the bright of the moon I saw it, you were carrying no shadow and I knew, I knew I knew. A second before waking up I knew. You were a vision from another world. Now I go to sleep like a visitor, but when I wake up I feel more like a tourist than ever before.

- “can you be at home in another universe?” Anne Berg

[dbaydenny]

Civilization

falling right before our eyes,

news replays at ten.

.

D W Eldred

[ves-tigi-os]

Tengo una capa

He caído de nuevo,

esta vez sin sentir odio,

esta vez sin saber quién soy en realidad,

con una lluvia de dudas y sin paraguas.

.

El ruído de hace mucho se fue,

este silencio no parece ser revelador,

¿dónde están mis inseguridades?

¿Dónde están mis virtudes?

.

Empiezo a dudar

si el tiempo va a curar esta agonía creciente,

no dejo de preguntarme cuándo se irá,

ya debería haberse ido, ya debería haberme acostumbrado.

.

Tengo una capa

pero no puedo volar,

por alguna razón no puedo recordar mis caídas anteriores,

ya no duelen.

.

Estoy aprendiendo a olvidar y superar,

a seguir y mejorar,

me siento como un completo extraño,

de pronto, no hay emoción, tampoco decepción.

.

Supongo que me encuentro en un desconocido océano,

no me pregunto cuánto tiempo estaré aquí,

sé que no llevo mucho tiempo,

¿cómo puedo dirigirme a alguna dirección?

.

Empiezo a dudar

si el tiempo va a curar esta agonía creciente,

no dejo de preguntarme cuándo se irá,

ya debería haberse ido, ya debería haberme acostumbrado.

.

Tengo una capa

pero no puedo volar,

por alguna razón no puedo recordar mis caídas anteriores,

ya no duelen.

.

Sé que no he sido una buena persona,

sé que no he sido una mala persona,

antes me mantenía en medio de ambos,

siempre apuntando a un lado y luego a otro.

.

Ahora sé cómo ir al ritmo adecuado,

sé a qué camino dirigirme,

mis sonrisas vacías pueden adquirir un nuevo propósito,

extraño la lluvia de hace tanto, pero estoy bien con los días nublados.

Till Copolha

[dick-cheneys-dick]

Tbh, I’m a sucker for romantic poetry because it’s so beautiful, it’s mesmerising, enrapturing, entrancing. The expression is real, your soul captures the essence. That line doesn’t make sense, but it’s this indescribable feeling, a new emotion for me. I really like romantic poetry is what this all means, so, thank you for reading.

[your-average-hipster-tree]

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Rumi