#spilled think

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“I believed you even when I knew you were lying.”

- S. C. C.

[semjase]

Lonely in a world

filled with people,

feeling like the

only one, she always

look out to the

stars and feel the

longing to go home.

Semjase 10: 23 / 10-21-20

[astoryillnevertell]

How to make yourself a priority

- #13: Life Hacks for the passive aggressive

[sw33tpoison]

Something that you don’t hear often:

I’m glad I never had the chance to tell you I loved you.

[wordpowderkeg]

loving you

loving you is both the easiest and scariest thing I will ever do.

it is easy because it is you.

with your warm brown eyes and childish smile,

holding me while I shake with anxiety,

holding me as you fall asleep,

holding me just to hold me.

you are a burst of energy for my early bedtime,

you always see the best in everyone,

and your smile is as bright as the morning sun.

but easy doesn’t always mean safe.

loving you is my heart race on a sleeve that is 10 feet from my body.

loving you is reminding myself to breathe everytime you take my breath away.

loving you is trying to be okay saying what’s on my mind even tho I am so used to grinding my teeth

loving you is revealing what’s underneath,

realizing I have never loved this much.

loving you is scary.

but it is so good.

-MO

[marineashnalikyan]

Every day you get to decide who you are and who you’re going to be. Every decision, interaction with another being, every moment of your life, is a decision. Choose to be the person you look up to. Be kind, be generous, be patient. Decide you’re going to be that person, and become the very best version of yourself.

[weektoweekpoetry]

Reflection

If I were a plant, I’d be a type of fern;

An instrument: cymbals;

Symbolic? Maybe, I try not to

Look directly into the mirror.

If I were a metaphor, I’d be dead;

Cliché? At best. Maybe someday.

Time will tell, these wears and tears

Make for some good stories and experience

Speaks for herself. There is something unique

In universality. Battle wounds? At least.

Maybe someday I will share them, but for now

They are mine, I do not even want

The woman in the glass to see.

[adreameratdawn]

love poems are something that come easy,

funnily,

when love doesn't.

I look back at all the ones I've written so far and wonder what they'll look like ten years down the line.

I'm sure I'll just brush it off a tag of 'foolishness' like my mum sweeps dry leaves off of our lawn.

I'm not sure I will remember the metaphors or the laughter I learnt knock-knock jokes to hear.

I'll just have poetry that doesn't look like mine on people that I remember having loved but don't feel anything for anymore.

But you see, if that place, where I can no longer feel a sensation upon hearing your name,

lies on the other side of a bridge, I will make myself forget how to walk just so I wouldn't have to cross it.

I know, you may call me a fool, they do, because everyone has bridges like this one but none of yours are for me.

Because not remembering and forgetting me is all the same to you.

Which is why

I will always laugh with my eyes shut tight like you so you always live on in me,

I'll blow into my coffee just to see small brown waves curl in my mug the way your hair do.

I'll keep your memory alive with me, dancing with every heartbeat like the flecks of spots sprayed across your bare back, that I think of, everytime I connect stars in the sky.

The sky and you have more in common than any girl you ever love will know.

Because she can touch you. You're not an endless chain of fireballs and galaxies lifetimes away from her that she can only adore but never have.

There are a million little things that you do that I pick up like ripe fruits and I beat the best architects when I place them between the gaps of fingers and at the end of my sentences.

You've made me an artist like no other because all they ever did was love and pour it all out on paper and canvas.

But I have sown it in me so perfectly that these days when they hear me drag a sigh or keep pencils in my mouth titled 40°

they can't even notice I've built you in me.

- my side of you