seen from China
seen from Türkiye
seen from Russia
seen from Australia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Türkiye
seen from South Korea
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Mexico
seen from Netherlands
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
Hands empty, no one here to
share their last name.
leave me here.
it all ends the same
ocean blue is the weight
in my throat
mountain green is the place I
keep picturing
where the rain
doesn’t feel like karma.
i keep thinking the mountains
would take it off me
but i’m always the one
left outside
If hungry dogs run faster
then why am I always caught in the rain
@chrystal-is-clear here you go honey💛
Sorry it took so long. Thank you for the inspiration. I like this one more than I thought.
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The meme worked because we’ve all been starved long enough to celebrate crumbs.
The potentials I have shoved in a box,
stare back at me in the corner of my room
I open it dusty and bare,
full of what ifs and lifeless ambitions
Fingers run through each creation,
hoping a spark would tickle my motivations
But instead I frown, and grieve for my expectations
Magnolia Mourning
grief weighs me down
for a place that refuses to hold me
words only hold weight when
they’re opening wounds
when i start to bloom
my petals already are browning
seeing my appearance
they fancied was a costume
the petals bruise before
they reach the ground
the most painful ache
never makes a sound
it was already leaving me when it started to bloom
Last frame. 120 film. The world arrives fractured: stone split open, color bleeding through the fault lines.
Sometimes it feels like reality itself is mocking us, showing us what might have been before something — history, time, our own hands — tore through it.
A landscape that keeps its secrets, a wound that refuses explanation.
Where does the damage begin? In the world, or in us?
(Photo: d.)
A color to turn into a poem: coral
Half the time
I still replay memories you’ve probably forgotten
mattress on the floor,
for you I would rot in
no words said
just being there
was enough
Coral vision paints my eyelids
when you cross my mind
you never think of me
half the time
you left and i kept the room.
Thank you for the beautiful inspiration 🫶🏾
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i can feel it
the sun bleeding
through the trees
i want to find out
where the path leads
over the weeds
i’ll follow the breeze
where it takes me
as long as I can
become one with the air.
i go where eyes can’t follow
