#teaspirationss

[makatang-ilongga]

Give me a glass of tequila

Let's take a sip until the last drop

To make me sober from pain

[wonderwander4511]

All over again

I wanna be nervous

With the nervous you

All over again

.

I wanna feel

That innocence

Those first times

That fear

Those magical times

I wanna be

So sure

Of that unsurety

I wanna be

Trembling

To breathe around you

To look into your eyes

To not smile from my heart

Around you

All over again

.

I wanna feel

Your nervousness

To touch my hand

To look at my lips

I wanna see

Your heart pound

I wanna feel you

So close

From so far

All over again

.

I wanna feel

So sure

To let go

Of myself

Yet so scared

Of letting go

Of myself

I wanna take

That leap of faith

To loose everything

To just be with you

To find my whole self

All over again

.

I wanna be nervous

With the nervous you

All over again

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.

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[mortalghost]

A distant call, a wonderous text, a song to remind and celebrate this day. While winds may blow this hearkened song across miles through time and space, I'll be here. You enrich and inspire, move and comfort, calm and light the life that you breathe.

I cannot say enough how you've been a completing part of every life you give as the world you've given everything embraces you within. For every second that has passed, I wish many more would be multiplied and shared with the world you have inspired to be better and feel the love given.

-H. Murcia 10:09 AM 7/12/2022

[stargazerinmoksha]

a story about you:

i miss you a lot more than the silence being shared between us. i know that closeness isn’t always defined by physical space, so we’ll always be close no matter the distance. it’s really been strange. do you ever miss me too? it’s really cold right now, but i’m still going to write this. it feels like winter is here a bit too soon, i know that december is a rough month for you. i have asked the stars to sing you back to bed, maybe a few of my thoughts woke you up from a nap, maybe words are all that we are and that’s okay too.

do you ever feel like it’s hard to trust people? i was thinking that i could trust myself enough to let my feelings run rampant, i don’t want any of this to be a clean edit. you’re more important than that. you deserve my honesty. i think some parts of my heart still feel hurt. i thought that i was smart enough, that my intuition is powerful, but in the end, i think we’re all too flawed to figure out what’s right and what’s wrong. who can really judge us when the lights are turned off? every scar looks like the next scar, every lie as bad as the next lie, every smile still feels real, every time that i’ve shared a laugh with you still feels like i actually knew you. i’m walking home and the stars are so pretty! i’m not so fond of the cold, but you are. i miss your voice very much and i know you’d pick up if i called. i’ve been detaching myself from a lot. i spend a lot of time alone, maybe it’s some strange form of punishment for not loving my wonderful company enough. a very valuable question to the sad souls out there, are we lonely people or do we feel alone? is it by choice or unconditionally bound to us as part of the human experience? i still have those monkey mittens that you bought for me. sometimes when i’m anxious i listen to your bloom cover. it’s still my favorite.

i think time does heal all wounds. my rose-tinted viewpoint of life won’t change that. you’re still beautiful to me. and my heart will always have room for you. in the body, in my mind, in this spirit, in my space— i can only pray that god takes care of you and your family. i’ve left my soul in the hands of the universe for quite some time now. my feelings tell me that i need to let you know that much. i still care about you.

i feel like you’re in a good place even though we haven’t spoken to one another in awhile. i just feel it. are you? if you’re not, i just wanted to let you know that it has to. somewhere under all of the pain, there’s something good happening. i have tried to look away from the sun, but she keeps pulling me back. under promises and whispers of warmth, i’ve seen the truth of what happens when you find true love. i found wings in the shape of fire and fire has no shape— formless and ever changing, i am a perfect reflection of all the things i would love to do better, they say that it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission— so i hope you can forgive me for taking so long to write this. there was a huge disconnect in my heart and for some odd reason, the longer my hair got, the less i gave a fuck. and that’s my fault.

this is a reminder to constantly cherish the warm parts of what makes us… us. i know that you love me because i love you too. no amount of trouble could ever take that away from us. i think at the end of the day, we all just want to be loved and feel loved. something genuine. something real. something sweet. it’s that simple. give me a star and i’ll give you a constellation back. give me the truth and i’ll tell you mine. love me like you mean it and i’ll always be there for you. you can have the shirt off my back and i won’t ask for a dime back because no matter where i go or who i become— my karma will answer back in full force because i have demanded the universe to be tough to my heart. i have hurt a lot of people and that has not gone unnoticed by the echoes of truth. i will get what i’m owed, what i deserve, what i am worthy of. no matter the price. cold hands, years of depression, a numbing sensation from disappointed relationships— a quarrel with madness slipping into chaos dressed pretty enough to kiss, but lonely enough to keep me silent down to the bone, to the wire. these aren’t just meaningless letters, this isn’t just a poem about how i missed you and could really use your presence. i think it’s good to let things out. to let things flow. my heart is as naked as it was when i was born. when i had my first cry, when i ate my first meal from deep inside my mother, when my dad tried to love my mom, when i was just in the universe as a tiny light too far for the naked eye to visually see, sometimes madness comes with brilliance— or was it the other way around? i’ve forgotten and could care less. my ramblings are just ramblings. i’m here for only a mere moment with all that i am. it really is cold tonight, but writing this has added some level of warmth in my mind and that will always be the first thing that you taught me as a writer. to start with myself and never look back. i love you so very much, i hope you never forget that. sometimes we just get busy; a reminder that you are loved is never bad. so i love you. i love you even if we don’t speak too often. i love you even if we’re not up to date with one another. i love you even when you’re unsure. i don’t have enough room in my heart to not love you. it’s just enough. just enough to love all that you are— mistakes, honesty, and lies. it’s in our coding, our nature to want to understand one another. you’re not the only fucked up person, my love. i am too. i could never judge you. i can only love you more.

[dancing-on-the-waves]

What I Do Not Understand

What I Do Not Understand 

There are things I do not understand about the feelings I have The things from where I stand often don’t make sense of what I have Am I angry or sad? How do I know what to feel? Should I be bitter or glad? Sometimes I just want to squeal

I look all around at the world Then I look inside I sit waiting for the afterworld Away from the chaos near and wide.

Sad eyes and tortured cries abound Can’t we just have peace? Loving sighs and joyful cries all around Will the noise ever cease?

Why should hate, and not love, abide? Why should greed and war thrive? Why are we so cruel inside? Can’t we see what it means to be alive?

Should I hate the haters, curse the worst? Should I love the annihilators?  I feel like I’m going to burst. Can I live for what’s greater and not be a traitor?

Do I look straight ahead Or to what’s above? Who is happier the living or the dead? Where do I find the love?

How can I reach out to help To those who are lost and hurting? Who do I call on for help When life is so disconcerting?

Can I be in comfort with others despondent? Should I live in comfort while so many live without? How can I enjoy ice cream, cake and fondant While outside people starve from disease or drought?

These things I do not understand What feelings should I have? Feeling helpless where I stand Often make me forget what I have.

K. C. Barry

[deepjams4]

Being Insatiable in Relationships!

What is insatiable doesn’t necessarily mean

a happy proposition to rejoice and celebrate

that she had to learn the hard way with pain!

There was a time when she was dying for him

and always wanted him to be around her.

For getting even one dim glimpse of him

she would go really weak on her knees.

She always wanted to see him more and more

and her desire was becoming insatiable to the core.

She would often imagine being in his arms held tight

such a thought of it would raise palpitations to souring heights.

Now it looks as if all that was a thing of a distant past

but one can’t fathom how could feelings change so fast.

His mere presence now becomes overbearing for her often

as if his sight is horrifying, seeing him she would get frozen.

It’s nightmarish for her to feel vulnerable to his tantrums

she imagines herself to be a clean lake thereon he being a scum.

She found herself clueless to his demands on her

as despite her efforts they were really insatiable.

The thought of that trauma now breaks her down often

she underwent because of that berserk’s obsessions.

She once heartily loved his possessiveness for her

and that only was the undoing in their relation forever.

Alas! She knew there’s no end to demands or expectations

and for the sake of one’s dignity and self respect  

one needs to be sometimes a rebel too.

Instead of compromising to suffer the agony

of any abusive and toxic relationships with nothing to nurture

it’s better option to move out of the one turned sour forever

as unreasonable expectations become only agonizingly insatiable!

[scatteredthoughts2]

Remember When.

Do you remember me?

How strong our friendship used to be?

We vowed our friendship would last and last,

But now it's buried in the past.

Through good times and through bad,

And all the rows that we had,

We renewed our vow everyday,

That best friends we would always stay.

Now we're strangers when we meet,

We pass each other on the street,

And I want to stop and ask you why;

When did our friendship fade and die.

But I think it's safe for me to say,

That it was life, got in our way,

We just grew up, we grew apart,

We forgot what once, was in our hearts.

Do you ever think of me?

Of the times that used to be,

I know that I still think of you;

And of the friendship we once knew.

©Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

[eclecticcheffairy]

there's a part of me that still clings to the hope of an unknown future and though winter has made a home in your heart, in the place you used to keep our fondest memories I think I'll always believe in the warmth of your smile and every "I love you" that came out wrong… darling, not even the best intentions could save us from ourselves but loving you was the first step

to loving myself