#writingthestorm

[soulreserve]

to stardust you shall return

all that is left of you is tethered to a tremor.

your absence widens, and keeps on widening until we are finally separate.

the gulf between us is a star-fed river.

the gulf between us is a light-starved chasm.

I watch you convulse, collapse into yourself.

you, a soft nebulous shadow that grows warm and bright, incandescent, from a seed.

so quiet. so very quiet.

you spin away in the vacuum of space. pulse light. scintillate morse code answers.

i hear the silence.

i hear everything you want to say.

© SoulReserve 2026

[alyssasimonewilmott]

arcane/ward

when we were girls we were taught that if you just loved the beast enough, looked past the dripping fangs, the claws curled around a heart you were certain was good beneath it all - if you held a little more faith, stayed soft enough, malleable enough, resilient enough - that the spell he was under would be broken and you would live long enough to see the beast become the man you were promised; your reward for loving so blindly and wildly - and so i drank my poison like a good little miss every last d r o p we're feigning fables now, but not really. it's a tale as old as time. so we sit in our gilded cages and carriages of copper and wait. wait while the beast clips our wings, and the bars that once kept us safe, the bars we mistook for devotion, now hold us captive. until the clock strikes midnight and the carriage remembers it was always a pumpkin, while you're standing in a pool of your own blood, cutting your feet on the same glass slippers you were once all too willing to wear.

and you cannot be surprised when the fairy tale buries you in a shallow grave.

because he showed you who he was from the beginning.

the teeth were not a curse.

the claws were not a hex.

the beast was not waiting to be loved into becoming human. the beast was never waiting to be saved. there was no spell. only you.

[elegiesuponyourgravestone]

“...your name has a gravity that bends my ribs.”

— jv orongan, Elegies upon your Gravestone ᝰ_

[asinglefabric]

The need

You

protect

yourself

by

keeping

apart

from

the

crushing

heartlessness

of

the world,

freed

of

the need

to

be

so

careful.

[heartofmuse]

Truth is that the heart needs more forms of love from your partner than just romantic love. It needs the nurturing and unconditional love like the one that comes from a parent. It needs the love that helps you achieve your maximum potential, that empowers your virtues and is patient with your flaws like that of a teacher. It needs the love of a friend who will listen without judgment, who will laugh with you and be your confidant and accomplice. It needs the devoted love of a healer who will tend to your wounds and hurts and never turn a blind eye to your suffering but rather help the healing process knowing all the time the healing and the timing is all yours. Love is more than just romance and passion, and sooner or later it will die out if you do not nurture all the other faces of love. For if love has a thousand faces, how bland would it be if my love for you were the same one all the time. 

e.v.e.

[pocketfullofpoesies]

.

most likely

i wasn't questioning

your knowledge,

but trying to fill in

a lack

of my own

.

~ @pocketfullofpoesies

.

[ginadope]

orange petals

I have been collecting words that remind me of you To store them between orange petals and warm sand They will be gentle to each other Remember the laughter On the last note, they will become a poem Something to keep close A spark to honour the star 

Right now they are 'sore', 'Sudden', and 'I did not expect' I will find more  'Beautiful', 'memory', 'the book half-written'

As long as the feeling of you still lingers  Between my skin and rosy hope  I need silence that smells like blooming tea  I will let the ink nudge my hand; now Give me another evening or two  One more tear

[dementia7]

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