#write poetry

[scoliosischelsea]

And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening is the real work. Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem.

Mary Oliver

[poetrybyonur]

The poetry my lips write on your skin can outdo anything I can write with my pen.

[mulledwinetea]

Control Systems and Hopeless Waltzing

Swallow your heart back down, darling.

The world revolves perfectly fine without your inconsequential epiphanies -

Internal revolutions aren’t born and realized on the same day.

They’re baked in furnaces for decades till everything burns everything,

everything eats everything.

Ideas whirl around in the belly of the beast

Till the storm sucks them out to create a tornado.

I asked you to stay with barely any conviction when I wanted to tie you to myself with a chain.

I learned to breathe without you because my rapid heaving choked your kindness,

I let you go at sunrises after spending our nights together.

The vision of you in the golden hues of the first light pumped blood straight to the heart of me,

I loved you with the fury of a thousand blazing suns

Then doused all of me in frost so you could walk all over this burning bridge.

You will change the world with your optimized and efficient control systems

And I’ll dance with the earth in the palm of my hands because I abandoned all hope when you waltzed into my town.

- Nitya Arora

(All images are from Pinterest.)

[acyllus]

I love winter and autumn because its silent, because it slows the people down. I will never not admire a thing that takes the pace from us, that keeps us back.

[trashandwriting]

You are like the sun; I don't like the sun. I hide from her when she's strong. She gives me headaches. I enjoy the days when she's not present, even though everybody thinks different: They ask me why I don't like her, and I watch them get wrinkles and burns. I watch them enjoy her presence while I hide in the shadows and she tries to reach me; she keeps me awake at night on hot summer days.

And I made my life winter to stay away from you. I sleep well in the dark, I drink tea to forget your cold absence, and when I need light, I look at the stars. I read books with my flashlight and light candles so I won't need you. Everybody loves you and I am sick of that, they say I have an illness and that's fine, and I hope my pale skin disgusts you and my cold fingers will never be warmed by you again.

[euesworld]

"Your lips are the only language I wish to learn, so I can write poetry with mine.."

Kiss me as if there were poetry on my lips - eUë

[rama-thorn]

A bathroom to cry in

A bathroom to cry in is all that I needed;

Steady marble sinks and mirrors

Cracked, showing someone I don’t know

A darkness to hide in is all that I need;

The warm weight of a blanket

Cold, shaking fingers pushing on eyelids

Please don’t try to find me,

I’m too scared of what it might mean

An end to this nightmare is all that I need,

I wish it would vanish in the cabinet

That’s hidden securely (I wish I would be)

A killer: is all that I needed to be.

Then why does the thought of it

Makes me incredibly sick?

Please, can you help me?

I heard it was sort of your thing