[sunbathe]

dd__boon

[whatwouldpossiblygowrong]

A blowing breeze with the smell of earth and healthy trees

[whatwouldpossiblygowrong]

I forge the reality like a fire breathing dragon blowing into molten metal i speak to my dreams when they end as no sounds are to emit inside them a loving hand is mine showing where the pain is and the weight is never to be unbearable if it was i let go the air breath and water my strength with love and careness i for who iAM and never for what i think i should be a loving memory to my only self is a throne of pure light, let there be peace and more vengeance, a purring cat a hopping frog and fast breathing horse

[caramelwhispers-deactivated2025]

She wore her composure like a fine silk dress, her words carefully measured, not knowing she spoke to a poet whose craft was unraveling mysteries. Her eyes burned softly, embers hidden beneath the ashes, waiting for the wind of desire to bring them roaring to life.

Her voice was soft and deliberate, dripped like molten desire, each word an invitation to taste the fire within her.

Her breasts, rising with each breath, heavy and swollen with the weight of a yearning, reaching out to be held.

Even her hips betrayed her, each sway a tidal wave, crashing against the rocks of my resolve, daring them to break.

She smiled, a courteous facade, but her dimples blushed like roses, her lips glistened with a hunger only kisses could silence.

Young lady, on days like these you shouldn’t be out with such bold, reckless beauty. Your cure is either the calming solace of sleep or the binding vows of love. You are too dangerous, and I am merely a man, and no man walks too near the mouth of a volcano.

— based on a brief encounter and conversation I had today.

[aestheteasteria]

Hold on, don't let go...

[nevver]

Home alone, Patrick Leger

[arsonists-child]

I am made of a few key things

First I am the child,

I am easy to harm and I am easily charmed,

Then I am the fearful artist, a peeled apart carcass that lives to be discarded

Then I am the loser, the one who chokes on words and jokes and takes the mocking insults like a champ, and cries in a dark bedroom when the world looks away

Then i am the lamb, the pure little creature who is walked into the slaughterhouse, given a lollipop and then killed for consumption

Then i am the bitter pleaser, the one who’s never had a breather, taken in too much pain and will now either burst into flames or quell the hatred because the anger often satiates the perpetrators.

Then I am the lover, who gives and gives in good faith, who’s lied to and who gets spat in the face. I chisel little pieces of my heart to gift and I split myself apart to feed those in need. My favorite thing is to give and to love but it seems that I’m never enough.

Then I am #%*! The one who lives it, who nurtures all the shattered pieces and lies in bed with them, the one who lived as the child and still does dream about it, who still wishes to fade away but has far too much to say to leave without letting it all out.

The mirror has shattered and now each piece of my reflection is poking out its head to be heard, worming their hands out of the glass, sticking their individual sets of fingers in my eyes and nose and mouth. All these parts are begging to be let out, begging to speak and say their piece.

- the shattered mirror (2024)

[aforismosfraudulentos]

I give myself away too much

To every thing And every person But I don’t feel a waste Not even an inch of my love Ends in vain when leaving me I offer my whole being intentionally And if I suffer later It won’t be for lending The careful attention Nor the beautiful creations Of me to the world To be in love with life itself As thorns in a rose Getting pinched when reaching them Is worth the inconvenience For I would have received Confirmation that my love is not wasted But unappreciated And that’s not my fault to secure The only lesson for me Is if I’m willing to bleed again For the faint scent of recognition

[choco-bite]

[holywaterinmybong]

Sniper

—

I’ve been born out of blood

But I’m christened in fire

All my weapons’ for love

But this passion’s for hire

And the job search’s a path

That for long has been ash stained

In a life filled with “over”s

I have learned to abstain

From overconsumption

Overtime overworking

Over cooked meals

Over radiowaves lurking

Just as I do, we both

Poison all that we touch

Sometimes voltage that runs through your veins is a crutch

Yet again I start writing

Saying “this one’s a fun one”

At the phone cords I’m biting

There’s a job prospect - gone

Both forever alone

And societally swarmed

Roots grown right through my phone

I’ve been told

You’ve been warned

In so warm of a presence

Stone cold sober to death

Check you out and your essence

Gave my aim human breath

What an empty a vessel

With a cheap anesthetic

Pathetic! Pathetic

All my feelings - synthetic

All my nights have one ending

And my bullets sit pending

I am waiting

I don’t know on who or on what

For my friend group is rust

And my love life is rot

Forever in solitude

Nevermore the sun’s heat

Walk around, sweat of my back’s

A record to beat

Because I work so hard

For a cause I don’t stand by

And my bullets are holding

All this earths legal highs

The line will end soon

I can see, Sweaty eyes

On my face will soon room

With the flesh eating flies

With the sun’s last goodbye

And the skies staying dark blue

Still refusing to die

Only barking “I love you”

I’ll wait out for a couple of centuries more

Still refusing to move

Exit sign, open door

But I’ve got to wait out

For this cause I won’t buy in

To escape any doubt

That my instincts are lying

I am scared of the world

And what it has to give

Choice is simple

Die stupid

or suffer to live

[sunbathe]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BdujKsEhmTc/

[whatwouldpossiblygowrong]

على وفاق مصطنع تُخلق ليالي نظن اننا نمضيها بهدوء

[whatwouldpossiblygowrong]

كُل قلمي او لا شئ منه البعض يكفي و انا لا امتلئ نثار حروف مبعثره تشكوني و انا لا ابالي ما عدت ابالي حتى عندما اريد انا غير مبالي حتى لما اريد انا تجلدت اطارافي و ما عدت اشكو لا اسقطتُ التهمه عني و لا تنحين عن الاصبع المشير لي و لا قلتُ لا و لم اصنع نفسي معروفا لم اذهب حيثما شئت لم استطع البقاء فاصبحت حبيس الرغبه وظننته حلم و و اطبق السماء على راسي فما عادي لي سوا ان احنيها و اسكت فمي بكلتا يدي و المطره مطرت باين يلعن كسم النكد

[theartofanimation]

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[soulmvtes]

january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn't happening

[understands]

[understands]

[huariqueje]