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Crying to the Moon

nights as deep as oceans

silent under dreamless skies

tides push against constellations and hurricane clouds

the moon pulls salt from brown eyes

thoughts of him press into the empty spaces of unwritten words

her soul is a harbor of sadness

like sunken ships that will never be discovered

#Poems #sadness #heartbreak

Ode to a Koi

Rhythmic grace, measured in the ripples tumbling across water. My heart, immersed in peace, as gentle bodies dance to the beat of swimmers steeped in silence.

by Amy Montana Hitchcock

#koi fish #my poems #poem #original poetry #watercolor #my art #art and poetry

#poetry #my poems #spilled words #writerscreed #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #poetrychallenge #excerpt from a book i'll never write #excerpts from my life #writerscreedchallenge

canaydian

*jumps over hole in sidewalk* yea you could say im pretty fucking athletic

tatooineknights

So you want to be a Skywalker?

gffa

Star Wars | by Liam Brazier

rmscarpathia

“I was once foolish enough to believe knowledge would clarify, but some things are so gauzed behind layers of syntax and semantics, behind days and hours, names forgotten, salvaged and shed, that simply knowing the wound exists does nothing to reveal it. I don’t know what I’m saying. I guess what I mean is that sometimes I don’t know what or who we are. Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was. Can you hear me yet? Can you read me?”

— Ocean Vuong, “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous”

mxxnwishes

Oh, how lovely

Oh, how lovely it could’ve been If we both believed in the stars, If we both had the same dreams.

Oh, how wonderful it would’ve been, If I showed you my world, If you told me your fears.

Oh, how broken I feel, For being apart, For not being seen.

Because you are merely an illusion, And I am not one of your muses. So I try and try and try, But my mind refuses to accept it.

Oh, how lovely it would’ve been If I could hold you in my arms, And whisper in your ear, Knowing that you’re alive, Knowing that you’re near.

thepersonalquotes

novumberries

i wish you would use your words to look at me but i know you never will. so instead i swim through bitter secrets & muddied guilt pretending i can read your mind, pretending this is not hades’ blade, carving open my throat. rendering us both silent. leave me to make up answers to questions i cannot ask. you are made of these things: all darkened red and faded bruises. tenderness turned sore under a gentle press. shining fear still glistening on your cheekbones.

moraiwings-deactivated20250605

“I cannot confide in any soul I find passing through the outskirts of my vicinity; they gaze into my garden to see that the flowers in my mind have wilted, and when I plead for them to wait until the rain storm revives their wonder, they call me foolish, before they leave- and this is all they will ever know of me.”

— misconceived *ೃ ࿐ fleurellette

pennywishpoems

i promise that was my last secret

The truth, just hurling

Itself against the scarlet

Closure of my lips

*

Panic, parading

My past: a white wall of lies

I’ve been living in

*

Pen

xshayarsha

“There’s something ghostlike about this girl… she will appear at certain times and in certain places, and at other times she will recede into a disinterested dark.”

— Helen Oyeyemi, from Mr Fox.