#wordsleftunsaid

[amor-de-umamenina]

Hoje eu vi ele.

A troca de olhares — rápida, mas tão intensa — rasgou meu peito em silêncio. Foi como se o tempo parasse por um segundo só nosso, embora o mundo ao redor continuasse girando alheio à dor que me consumia.

Meu coração, tolo e insistente, bateu mais forte… não de esperança, mas de saudade daquilo que nunca foi. Dói. Dói saber que nunca o terei. Que esse sentimento mora só em mim — um grito mudo que ecoa no vazio da impossibilidade.

Meu corpo, cúmplice do desejo, suplica por uma presença que não lhe pertence. E eu sigo aqui, entre o real e o sonho, amando em silêncio quem talvez nunca vai saber.

📎 Sunderhus Escriturias

[johdory]

One of my personal #goals is to constantly seek to understand the world as it actually is, rather than how I wish to see it, because refusing to do so, means that I am #consciously choosing to live within a lie. If you live within a lie, you’re simply a part of the problem. . . . #letsmove #ontheway #liveintruth #wordsleftunsaid #truthhurts #truth #love #higherconsciousness #workasplay #leadershape #knowthyself #journeytohealth #passiveincome #productcreator #workwithme #problemsolver #onlinebusiness #businesstips #business #passion #networkmarketing #branding #neverquit #followyourdreams  (at Chicago metropolitan area)

[echoesofnothing26]

I Write Them For You

It’s been weeks, and I still can’t stop thinking about you. I try not to, I really do. But you slip into my thoughts anyway—quietly, effortlessly, as if you belong there, as if you’ve taken up permanent residence in the corners of my mind.

I’ve started sharing my words with others, letting them into this fragile, unpolished part of me I’ve always been too afraid to show. They tell me the words are beautiful, that they carry a kind of raw truth that’s hard to find. They say they feel something when they read them, as if the weight of my heart presses through every syllable.

And yet, I can’t help but wonder—would you think the same? Would you see yourself in these lines, or would my words fall short, unable to bridge the space between us? Every phrase I write, every thought, every aching syllable carries your name, even if I never let it touch the page.

I don’t write for their praise. I write because it’s the only way I know how to keep you close. It’s the only way I know how to make sense of this strange, hollow feeling that’s lingered since you’ve been gone.

Sometimes I wonder if you’d even recognize yourself here—if you’d see the light you brought to my days, or if you’d only notice the shadows that remain now that you’ve left. And maybe it doesn’t matter, because the truth is, I’ll keep writing anyway.

Even if these words never reach you. Even if they’re just a whisper into the void, a quiet offering to something I can’t seem to let go.

[soullessprose]

This pain i have will probably be everlasting. I'll always feel this feeling of not being good enough, and i deserve it so much, learning it with the way you left me. Learning it with how you fell out of me, and fell in someone new and way better. I knew i had held myself off from my own personal progress, but that's because i was burdened by brotherly obligations that i need to fulfill first. I also did the bare minimum, summing everything up, i barely made you feel excited everyday. I barely did new things, i barely led you to new adventures. Yes, i was the one holding you down, holding you back from the happiness you truly deserve. Now, at least i'm out of the way, and as i should be, i only wanted you to be happy and free. I'm the unsung villain of our story. I truly deserve this. I won't beg to be understood. I just hope you could still forgive me, and forgive yourself, as we both move forward and fulfill our different purposes in life, in separate ways. All for the best.

[sm-katherine]

What’s better than the smell of a book? A whiff of your essence in it. Can’t thank @joe_jeriff enough for this opportunity to let my words be heard by whoever finds it worthy. Yes, the book is out and amazing thanks to all the amazing authors and poets i get to share the index with. Go grab your copy today!! #wordsleftunsaid #bookstagram #newbookalert https://www.instagram.com/p/CDRC6Ywl7zI/?igshid=1s9h2i3gx1e81

[keimyoumusume]

Hindi na naman mapakali

Lungkot sa mga mata'y pinapawi

Walang iba pang minimithi

Kundi ang masilayan kang nakangiti

Mga ngiti mong hindi ako ang dahilan

Okey lang, kahit ako'y nasasaktan

Ang mahalaga parin ay ang iyong kaligahayan

[notjustamusician]

2/19/16 3:51

My experience with things that help create fire.

You were the third one I had met.

The most forward one yet.

Copious compliments, endless cutes, and questions galore.

What my past self did not know what was to transpire.

I inquired to the reality of our interaction.

Is this a biography or are we just Tolken? (Lord of the rings guy)

I was all the languages that you spoke.

You were the classes I never took.

I never creased your spine or dog eared your pages.

Your words left without annotations.

Like seedless plantations promised to further generations.

I still question your motivations. Between cell phone calls and book store exploration this two and a half hour expedition was a delightful sensation to my emotions.

And maybe that's it. The one thing I'm made of is the one thing that stopped your love.

Emotions.

The radical notion that moves people across oceans is the one thing you didn't want.

And I thought you were blunt, that's what your profile said.

And maybe I'm wrong, it's all in my head, That you did want me but left instead.

Maybe you thought the fact my number was too small and my intentions too pure was why you didn't deserve me. I want to prove you wrong. But oh well. Maybe the tinder smothered the spark.