#wordbinge

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i’ve read your words and they settle in my chest like smooth stones in quiet water you’ve captured the kind of love that feels like exhaling like waking up to sunlight instead of in an alarm

i think about what it means to crave someone not out of hunger...but for the peace they bring to hold their heartbeat in your hands not because you fear losing it but because it’s the first sound that’s ever felt like

home

you’ve drawn love like a warm blanket not smothering...steady not demanding but always there isn’t that the kind of love we all hope for the type that doesn’t fill the cracks but teaches us to live with them gently beautifully completely

[rejoiceandregret]

I love you.

I miss you.

I wonder sometimes why I'm still here,

If you aren't.

[recognizingthevoiceless]

Thank you for the reblog! You're doing great work for writers on here :D

No worries...thank you for writing, without you all there'd be nothing for us to reblog! Keep writing, we'll be reading!

[stoxxgaleriaderte]

[burningmuses]

Ok...is it just me? I just went to the poetry tag so I can find some new poets to reblog and get them some exposure. I'd say about 50% of the posts are just garbled nonsense posts that are meant to look like poetry...they just make no sense. Like..."the warm standard of a bitten cardinal can't run to the piggly wiggly in underwear" sort of crazy??? Is this a new trend in poetry that I have just missed??? Because if so....I've got a shit ton of new material I'll be posting, so stand by!!!!! Seriously though...WTH????

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i’ve tried... but forgiveness is just another lie they tell you when you’re young like clean water or fair fights i’ve had enough of it

no more bending no more swallowing pride like a bitter pill that sits in my throat a stone i can’t cough up and why should i let it go why should i hold their shit in my hands and pretend it’s flowers

i won’t forgive anymore not the lovers who left not the friends who lied not the strangers who walked by and didn’t look twice at the bleeding at the scars i carved...myself

they say it’s for your own good to forgive and forget like it’s an answer like it won’t cut you again the second you turn your back but i know better now i’ve tasted the copper in my mouth the flavor of holding on and it’s goddamn real more real than their empty fucking words

so i’ll keep it every grudge every slight like a badge pinned to my chest the last honest thing i own

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

the clock strikes midnight and we toast to new beginnings glasses clinking like promises we swear to keep this year will be different, we say this year will be ours

we scribble dreams into journals in handwriting too neat to last plans sprawling like constellations maps to the versions of ourselves we crave

but january is a thief dressed in grey mornings and dark afternoons its hands pulling threads from our resolve until the tapestry unravels

by the sixth…the magic fades resolutions wilt like flowers left in the cold hope sits heavy in our chests like a bird too tired to take flight

we stare at our reflection wondering if change was ever real or just a story we told to make the darkness seem less endless

maybe next year…we whisper as if we don’t already know the ending

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i remember vacant like a bottle emptied too fast the burn the silence the nothing

the world didn’t stop didn’t even pause just kept chewing on its routine while i crumbled like decaying bread

it wasn’t poetic wasn’t some...grand finale just a quiet collapse the kind no one notices because no one’s looking because no one cares

the air got heavy my chest got tight and the mirror stopped reflecting...anything that made sense

i remember thinking this is it this is the punchline but the joke wasn’t funny and the audience had, long ago, left

when it was done i stood up lit a cigarette and told myself ...it didn’t matter but it did it always does