[remanence-of-love]

[heartofmuse]

You live in my eyes,

in the the brilliant light that shines,

You live in my hands,

In every tender gesture for you are the warmth of my heart,

You live in my lips,

As the breath of life held between them and released in a sigh,

You live in the tip of my tongue,

In the flowers blooming there with the fragrance of love,

You live in the soles of my feet,

For wherever I walk,

I always carry the marks of your soul within me.

e.v.e.

[major-fukkup]

Fire Escape

Maybe our friendship was just an illusion,

And maybe our love didn't mean anything.

Maybe I'm gullible, or maybe I'm too nice,

Or maybe I just wanted to break the ice.

You told me you loved me, but then you just used me,

And I learned that's not what it's like to be free.

You built us a safehouse, but I was the door -

I'm not gonna be your fire escape anymore.

You got in hot water, and got yourself burned.

I felt for you at first, but then I learned

It was hot water you boiled yourself.

You didn't care as long as you could blame someone else.

You blamed me for everything, and I took it at first,

You told everyone being with me was the worst.

Yet you always came back to use me some more -

I'm not gonna be your fire escape anymore.

You pulled on my chain while pushing me away;

You kicked me out while saying you wished I could stay.

You told me to point out everything you're missing,

So I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen.

We tried to save a relationship that we never had -

You said you could change but you still just got mad.

You'll always have my love, but I'll never have yours.

I'm not gonna be your fire escape anymore.

I can't explain why it took me so long

To figure out I wasn't the one in the wrong.

There was a time when I thought you were right,

But now it's time to stand up for myself and fight.

I gave all I had, and did all I could.

It wasn't enough, but it was more than I should.

I love you, I miss you, but what's it all for?

I'm not gonna be your fire escape anymore.

[waxingmoon7]

[chornicallyromantic128]

i can’t save everyone. that’s something that i find so hard to accept. because even though i know i can’t, i still try. i try and try and try and try. it’ll destroy me one day. i can feel it. but at least i would have saved them, right?

[soulwr1ter]

Last night, I walked my 

heart through the moon 

to find the sun of my 

soul smiling on the other 

side of the door of clouds 

as I could not sleep. I stretched 

the rainbow of my hair to 

litter the stars of my dreams 

across the sky as if my life 

would sing for the new green 

of spring that began to sprout 

within me when the truth beat 

its mighty wings inside me 

and with the light of my gaze,

I dress the day as love 

and lay a white rose among a 

bed of golden leaves,

unfolding the softness 

that rises while painting 

the caress of the colors of the

dreams left on the cooling 

breath of autumn that coats 

my skin with the diamond of hope 

as I whisper light into the 

darkest of corners 

smiling as the shadows 

kiss my hands with 

thankful mouths 

full of grace. 

-J.Wool, Door of Clouds, Soul Whispers

[waxingmoon7]

So many things I’m learning to live with, live without, and live through.

[soulwr1ter]

I hear you.

I hear your voice

when it travels softly

in the wind on the warmth

of the breeze that

smiles rays of sunlight

to dance across

the gold of my skin,

I hear it when it

unfolds from the

leaves like a

laughing child

that flies finding

its way to seek

the breath of my

life in the form

of a butterfly that

flutters in time

to the song that

leaves my lips,

and when I sit

beneath the starry

night sky in awe

of the sweet kiss

of light that shines

my heart with your

name as it tucks

itself into the

arms of my soul

where it holds you

there safely while

the night prays dreams

to life and embraces

me with the beauty

of its magic to hold

behind my closed

eyes as I go to sleep.

-J.Wool, I Hear Your Voice, Soul Whispers

[praggya1993]

Her mood changes

Dances like medusa's hair,

Never stationing at a single spot

Zigzagging like a crossword puzzle,

Every day she's a new person

Someone with only traces of

A person who she was,

Changing with life's journey

Turning strange, sweet, and bitter,

Wanting to taste everything and nothing

Sometimes ambivalent sometimes a bomb of surety,

Yearning and learning

Leaving surprises that give a jolt

To life's monotony.

[divyawritespoems]

Unfocused

I don't want to think too much

But, still, my mind is filled with the fine air that hurts me and makes me weak every time I think of something in an uncertain way.

I don't know why I'm overthinking certain things I don't have to.

But, it's just that the distance has rolled over me like a big truck

forcing me to my end in hell.

Every cell inside my body is getting old and sick of the same stuff.

But, nothing plane comes as a thought that can make me revive.

I don't want to think the same way again.

Because-

I might just succumb to the poisonous air-filled chamber that resides in my brain. It's just that you can't force a honeybee to make honey your way.

But, what should I do for such an unfocused self, that I am?

These thoughts have been making me thoughtless up to my end.

I don't want to think too much

But, still, these keep on clogging up my brain. Why isn't it going my way?

-Divya

[waxingmoon7]

An empty sparkle

sleepless nights and starless skies give the impression that everything is empty. everything is nothingness. but this is incorrect. all the times i have laid my head on my pillow at night feeling empty, the stars still shone. i would eventually fall asleep, whether it be from plain giving up or the tears between my eyelashes gluing my eyes shut. the emptiness is rampant but the stars still sparkle outside my window. Sleepless nights and starless skies, on the other hand, are special. exhilarating. extraordinary. unique. they rarely happen. i will admit i have never experienced this. therefore, i will imagine what it would be like for me. Would you like to join me? i am sitting comfortably by the window with some soft instrumentals and only my thoughts. knowing me, i begin conducting a story within my mind. intricate characters and animated worlds emerge -- ones that have never been experienced before. the magic of the story-making process and the urgency to know what happens next keeps me alert all night. my eyes peer through the window up at the solid-black sky. there is not a twinkle in sight. the silence of the night sky erases all those rancid thoughts and memories that make me feel empty. i am at peace. here, i am peace. Oh, what a unique experience this would be. it seems like an equilibrium must be maintained. lonely emptiness inside, busy night sky outside. animated existence within, blank night sky beyond. i await the latter. what about you?

[waxingmoon7]

One should pay attention to even the smallest crawling creature for these too may have a valuable lesson to teach us. 

[waxingmoon7]

i don’t write poems anymore. 

i think about it, but it never happens.

i still collect words here and there, just in case.

but

i have run out of language to convey them.

this new reality feels insincere.

clinging to me like an indolent child.

i’m left with a profound sense of sadness,

-closing the door.

[waxingmoon7]

it hurts when i wake up everyday and i don't see fictional characters come to real life.

[waxingmoon7]

“I’m looking at it, and it is so beautiful.”

[waxingmoon7]

One comforting thought I had today was, that after everything that happens in life. There were times when I thought I couldn't get over a friendship, a rejection, a goal I wanted to achieve, a person I wanted to become, a life I had envisioned with someone, a career I wanted to have, certain way of doing something in life and achieving a milestone in a set frame of circumstances. It hurt a lot at the time. To say goodbye to unfulfilled opportunities. To unmet expectations. To face rejection. To grieve alone. To know that even though I wanted something so badly, I couldn't have it. Even if I prayed for it every night. If it wasn't meant for me, I couldn't get it. And that's exactly how life unfolded for me. One fine morning I woke up and felt nothing for that desire or yearning. I had grown indifferent to something I had once craved for wholeheartedly. This closure also didn't come overnight or through conscious effort. It just settled in. Now I look back at those people, places, circumstances, goals and I don't feel anything. No remorse, no shame; only gratitude. Extreme gratitude for all these things have taught me. And the biggest most comforting lesson is this. That even though while in pain; my body and mind keep reminding me of that hurt. And it feels like I'll never move ahead from it. I just know that I've done it before and it can happen once again.

[she-wears-glasses]

I wish to get away

from all of this busy life.

Cars speeding by traffic,

people bickering over the phones while they run their

errands,

seeing more sidewalk than dirt.

No I wish to get away and

spend time with nature.

Be surrounded by leaves changing color.

Hearing birds have conversations with each other

as the river flows.

Or being surrounded by

tall pine trees.

Oh I could just take a big breath of that.

Feeling the heat of a campfire

surrounded by those trees, and sipping a

big cup of coffee.

To just slow down and be

consumed with nature.