#self composed

[positivelypositive]

💜

you've been working hard...

...lately. consider this a gentle nudge to take care of yourself a bit more.

working hard or hardly working, it's important that you care for yourself. that you make yourself feel cared for.

you are precious. you deserve love and care ✨

[nuisancecreator06]

What a waste of time. What a waste of all efforts, commitment, and understanding. What a waste of will, waste of tears, heartache, and believing you were enchanting. What a waste of belief.  What a dumb moment when every word that left your mouth, I believed. What a pathetic sight. What's the point in grieving over something that's already deceived?

[streetmatt]

Abstract composition.

By Matti Merilaid.

[normalweirdoboy]

Ma Lassie Frae The Hills

(A sel composit poem i Scots Leid)

Oh ma lassie

Frae the hills hich

Yer hair unfurlit

Maks ma hert sich

Whan ye smile

At ma silliness

It maks me blush

A must confess

An yer vyce

Like thon o angels

Hou it echas

I the sweet gells

Wiss A coud

Hold thon hand o yours

An kiss yer lips

Ahint the doors

But A know

Whit A love isnae ye

But the thoucht

O lovin ye

- Ogni

[alfaz-e-aatish]

Insaan ke dil mein agar khauf na ho toh wo laaparwah hi hojaye..

[scarlettjskipper]

Unspoken (Self-Composed Poem)

I watch you

Walking through thorn and scorn

Blackness carving bloody lines into your body and soul

I stand miles and miles away

My eyes following you

Thousands of words slam against my throat

Darling, oh my darling,

You deserve better

You are so many wonderful things

Merged into one

They think of you and darkness as one

But dearest of my heart you are light

The gentle glow of the moon

There to soothe and guide if one tries to look

The words liquify 

A transparent shine on golden cheeks

As my heart screams and knocks against my chest,

Almost breaking down that door

Overflowing with things I wish to say

And things I dare not.

[haven-of-the-anonymous-writer]

The Victorian Dream

( Self-composed poem about living during the 18th & 19th century )

I cherish the sound of a typewriter,

especially when it is night,

and the the burning candle provides the only light.

I love the music played by the gramophone,

it provides bliss to my ears.

I want to race my bicycle in the fields,

while the air rushes through my hair.

Writing letters to a loved one,

the words written on paper,

with a quill pen dipped in ink.

Climbing the trees in summer to get a view of the meadows,

dipping in the lakes nearby without any care.

I wish I could live in the 1800's,

I yearn to live the Victorian Dream.

©️ haven-of-the-anonymous-writer

Copyright includes only the poem not the pictures.

[thisstrangesolace]

"Why are you so hesitant?"

I have come to hate it. You didn't respond.

Hesitance.

"I hate you"

I added. You ran away the next day and I scoffed because I was no longer surprised by people running away. Even hating isn't worth it any longer.

written by @thisstrangesolace