#spiled thoughts

[uniquecookie]

Love isn't something for the weak to do. Being romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope.

[coffeeandthoughtspoetry]

have you ever typed a message but halfway through you think "you know what, they don't even care" and deleted

[mellblogss]

I still get sad over things I know I should’ve let go of by now.

[dreamyeuphory]

~ Living as a form of art...~

[tooferaltobeheard]

I enjoy restraint more than indulgence.

Making you wait.

Leting the tension sit on your tongue until it's unbearable.

[bloody-poetess]

Her eyes are the pearls hidden behind the oyster of her lashes. Slowly as they lift, suddenly the life holds meaning & all the colours come alive.

My dearest younger self | March 18 | 7:47 AM

[belled-ing]

I can turn you into poetry, but I cannot make you love me - Unknown

[tomalbon]

Poem #104

The Iridium Line

That line did not begin here.

A force without an opposite,

Untranslatable, bore down

On the gentle push-pull

Of their bodies, bray and tide,

And struck the brightness from them.

Limestone, pale and insistent,

Keeps the spirals of spirits

Learning the shape of water,

Cavities that clasp air or swell

With young -

Then silence.

Conspicuous, soft.

Minerals that never beared

Unready hearts

Move easily to the touch.

Transient, almost -

The shortest distance between

Two points in space.

A black line of elsewhere,

Dust in the palm

Instead of hellfire.

Empty white stone where a metaphor

Should grow from their deaths.

Cover it with your thumb

Like a child covers the sun.

There is no difference in the end.

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