#splilled ink

[divergentwallflower21]

If nobody acknowledges your existence, does that make you invisible?

[cuddlymashmallow]

“How dare you linger on my lips and then kiss me like a stuttering apology with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth.

I still remember you like a dream tattooed to the inner walls of a long term memory but some days I wonder if you existed at all.

And of course, you wanna know how I got these scars. Well fine I’ll tell you… I got these scars the day I fell in love with you. I landed face first.”

— Scars by Rudy Francisco

[nikithathampy]

May be there is no future for us, no happily ever after,

It's not in your fate to love me for the rest of your life perhaps,

It's not in my destiny to bind us together in trust, happiness and bliss,

But neither this destiny nor this fate, future are obligations of my love.

I love you now, this very moment ,when I say you mean the world to me,

I loved you in my yesterdays when my nights were spent in sweet memories of you,

I will love you in every tomorrow to come even if all the love runs out of me, rendering me incapable to feel.

Every minute I succumb to will have your name in my breath,

Even if I'll hate you for not standing by, I'll still love you for choosing to lose

Even if the world will hammer this love to smithereens, my heart will still beat endlessly for you,

And if a day comes where my love will disappear from within, I'll believe it has all come resided in you.

~nt

_ If all this love runs out of me _

[ashtonn77-blog]

Lifetimes

Thinking of you I live out lifetimes between the minutes

[mazell11]

The waves of the ocean will beat upon the shore even when we are gone

[therealmob22022]

Evening and Dawn

The queen of the darkness

And the king of the light

One day got together

On a midmorning flight.

Afriad they would cancel

But nowhere to go

They approached each other

so very very slow.

One gave the other

What the other never had

Mix daylight and darkness

and neither were sad.

Twice a day

They made love

Every evening, every dawn

To the trickles of a stream and the coos of a dove.

~Michael   March 26, 2019

[doyoungbunnyagenda]

Yestoday

a writing about NCT U’s Yestoday (part of the Limitless timeline)

‘’Broken heart,

after all a story written deep inside my heart,

This short dream,

Past memories,

Unforgettable times,

Dear yesterday…’’

 It was time to say goodbye. To everything. To everyone. The world was coming to an end and we all came to terms with it. It was always out of our control, us as humans had no part in it. We couldn’t control the stars. It seemed like we controlled the world when we had barely scratched the surface. You never know the top till you get too low. It was time to repent our sins. Beg for mercy and forgiveness from any celestial being watching over us. I, myself I had many things I needed to overcome. Personal demons, I am ready to leave them in the past. I needed to leave them in the past. If I didn’t leave them in the past, I would spend the last few days of my life in misery. Engulfed in misery is not the last thing I want to feel. I rather feel accomplished than feel bad about everything. But those feelings of misery all ways manage to creep in at the most unexpected moments. The fact that the world was nearing its end was the main cause of that. Not just for me but for everyone around me. Events like this are what bring humanity together, as one. We will be one until the day the final bit of rock carrying the final person sinks into the abyss. Or so they say, as I attend the final church service in my life.

 ‘’Tomorrow, yesterday,

I’m sorry I walked away,

Tomorrow yesterday,

Dear yesterday.’’

 This is a time for self-reflection. A time to rid us from all our vices. Me and many others were never really religious people, but with the changes in circumstances, religion is the only thing making sense. Science as failed us in all ways possible as religion gives us purpose and hope: things we need dearly right now. It makes me think of all I’ve done wrong. The negatives trap the positives as my mind is clouded with memories. Memories from my childhood. All the times I’ve made someone cry, all the times I shouted in anger. The piles of lies that I have carried till the present day. Disappointing moments. Moments of failure. Everything I have done or said wrong and the people I have offended with it. Sometimes I wish I could turn back the time. Restart life: correct all my mistakes and appreciate all the things I had taken for granted. I wish I could write a letter to yesterday to tell it that I should live my life to the fullest and take advantage of every opportunity I have. Because the future for me and everyone else isn’t looking very bright. I wish I could have done better yesterday…

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[lilweirdling]

So cross me out

Summer calls me 25, and asks: -          so what have you been up to, dear? Somewhere along the past days of summer 25, I fell into old habits. Rethinking every word is one of them „I‘m sorry“ is another. Glancing over my shoulder is the third. -          I‘ve been up to a lot, Summer. It‘s simple, and it‘s not. On summer 7, I picked fights with boys, scrapped knees came as a natural consequence. This is simple. On summer 15, I consumed only water and books. There was so much of me, but somehow not quite enough. Not simple. On summer 8, I realized my father had an addiction to alcohol. Not simple. On summer 18, I fell in a „I think I love you, but kiss me, so I‘d know for sure.“ Simple. On summer 22, I met my favorite first date, and my worst second one. Simple. On summer 23, I had a friend, who though that summer evenings were not enough to continue throughout the winter. This was not simple. Summer 24. A somewhat blurry experience of short conversations that felt like a century. You said I should cut my hair, and offered me cigarettes.  I think it was simple. So summer 25 came with bad habits, and me falling into them without a set – back. But honestly, my heart couldn‘t comprehend so much at once. I checked lists I‘ve made, and crossed out nothing. -          This summer was for remembering, dear. So cross me out.