elle🥀

🖤Memento Mori 🖤 INFJ-T 🖤

[luminote]

The poet exists in fragments, so does the poetry.

[winterxdandelions]

Sing me a melody Slow and raw, filled with my memory, A ballad or a lullaby, Or any symphony to say your goodbyes, Or hum with your longing— Wherever I go, I will be listening. Read me an elegy Soft and reverent, but do not praise me. Say the words out loud and clear, So I can hear every confession and every tear. Steady all your grief; Mourn, but do not forget that you must breathe. Write me a masterpiece A memoir, biography, or poetry, About the nights I cried alone, The love I held tight, the fear I could not show. The truth I never dared to speak: I am not that strong; I am weak. Now bury me with lilies, Along with my chrysanthemums and orchids, Place them in my casket; As I drift away into the golden sunset, They will be my company, As I fade with them into eternity.

[winterxdandelions]

I'm tired of these lessons—so tired that I'm no longer learning, but breaking.

Not everything that breaks us is loud.

elle

[pomegranatechrysanthemum]

[winterxdandelions]

Dreams can either make you or destroy you. I had one, and it crushed me— nightmares turned into haunting memories. Now, I have none.

elle

[winterxdandelions]

Flowers bloom and fade swiftly, just like the love that grows and dies silently.

elle

[winterxdandelions]

After the Rain

Heaven painted a dark grey sky and the weight of the clouds is heavier than my heart. The sound of the pouring rain blared like a trumpet at a funeral—solemn yet mournful. The earth beneath my feet softened as if preparing to bury my soulless body, with the chrysanthemums as my casket.

But the grasses are still green—greener than yesterday’s. The sunflowers are standing still despite the sun’s hidden face—drenched, yet more vibrant; humbled, yet still full of life. The orange hue after the first rain of May wrapped me like a mother’s embrace—warm, calming, and reassuring.

But, will I ever love sunflowers as much as I love chrysanthemums?

elle

[winterxdandelions]

I have drifted so far. I know my heart is broken, but I didn’t realize that it is my soul I am slowly losing. Take me back. Don’t let your servant fall completely into the dark. Lord, I am returning to you.

[winterxdandelions]

I visit old scars like a long-lost friend — warm but agonizing. Her melancholic smile welcomes me. And after all these years, she still remembers my name.

Elle

[lostinrhythms]

Loving you was a blessing, a gift I never once regretted. Love isn’t about keeping you near, it’s about letting go, when it leaves a mark.

To love you mean accepting the grief, and facing the truth with eyes wide open. But in that grief, I found my healing, and peace, even the pain I can’t mend.

Love isn’t just for lovers, it’s the freedom to give without hold. Letting you go was never be easy, but it was the right choice for both of us.

I loved you, and I’ll always remember, even if was never meant to stay. Because love is love, pure, and lasting, and in that love, there’s always something learned.

The memories of us will linger on, not as a wound, but as a part of me. I loved you once, and that love is mine, a part of me, a light in the night.

Because to love is to grieve, to cherish, and to heal.

— r.c

[somerandompoetpoetry]

Stars

This morning,

You asked me if I loved you.

And when I said I did,

I felt as if my words didn’t carry the profound love I had for you.

So,

I stayed up all night.

I spent hours collecting every star in the night sky,

Placing the stars into a box.

I tore them from the night sky,

Taking them from everyone,

Each person that has or will ever be again.

But,

None of that filled me with guilt.

The stars held every ‘I love you’ ever spoken.

It was enough for me to promise my love for you not only for this life time,

But for billions after ours.

In the morning,

I will give you the box with a bow,

And kiss you while the coffee is on.

[winterxdandelions]

For once, I want to stop being “the independent daughter”. The venting outlet. The emotional dumpster. The complaint listener.

For once, I want to quit the role I’m playing. If life were a movie, I would be the main character. But I’d rather be the villain.

For once, I want to be hated more than loved. It’s easier to shut people out, than to welcome them into a party, only for them to leave when it ends.

For once, I want to disappear. Be selfish. Be free. Be me.

But they need me.

Elle

[winterxdandelions]

26

Crushed by the weight of yesterday, In search of peace, chaos is all I gained. Falling into the abyss is backbreaking, But rising from the downfall is soul-crashing. My legs weakened, My wings were broken. Some wounds heal fast, But my body is nearly paralyzed. I cried for help; I asked for light. Some heeded my call, while others wanted to burn me alive. I abandoned my faith. And my heart was consumed by hate.

I still managed to smile, Like the walking dead, a rotten soul that I tried to hide. Or like an empty shell on the shore, Only the waves know the grief that I endured. Poetry keeps my sanity. But even the words have left me. Sometimes, I pray for everything; And sometimes, I want nothing. Succumbing to pain, I got tired of trying. In this dark abyss, my spirit is mending.

But let me…

Let me hope, once again. Let me welcome this new chapter to continue what I’ve begun. May this tiny flame soon blaze into fire— To dream once more, to yearn, to desire. May the horrors of yesterday be buried deep; A forgotten memory, a skip in a heartbeat. Let me write another masterpiece. Or let me walk slowly and be genuinely happy. May the footprints remain on the sand, A trail that reminds me how far I have come. May the Northern star guide my way As I march forward again into the fray.

Let me sing with my inner child And dance with my shadows in the wild. May the spring of tears make me whole Like an oasis in the desert that nourishes the soul. May the flowers never get weary of their bloom, Despite the never-ending storm, despite the gloom. Let me fall in love with life once more. And may this 26th chapter bestow me an open door, One that will lead to a breakthrough Even if it means I must start anew.

ELLE

[winterxdandelions]

Dès Vu

Ocean waves in late summer days; two-wheeler ride along the countryside. Golden hour— painted by the iridescent clouds. Warm breeze that gently kisses your cheeks.

But the days are getting shorter, and there’s a subtle change in the weather. The cicadas will soon go quiet. The leaves will fall with the autumn sunset. Hues of brown, orange and red. Amber, auburn, Rust, and flame scarlet.

Adorning the sky With all the birds that fly. Dandelions in the air, Take it with you, my heart’s prayer. May the warmth of the summer’s end Linger to survive the winter’s torment. Euphoric serendipity— But this moment will soon become another memory.

Elle

[winterxdandelions]

Regret whispers each nightfall— dissonant melodies disrupt my comfort. Graced by the presence of bygone days, it awakens my soul, a labyrinth of thoughts. Mistakes twist and turn, inviting me into the empty hall. Once again, it’s the rhythm that made me stumble and fall. Bleeding and broken, leaving me in despair. The music’s gone, yet my cries echo in the air. Outside the palace, it waits, bathed in afterglow With a seductive smile, sweet and slow.

Elle

[winterxdandelions]

Villainess

I finally understand the villains, and I feel the depth of their anger and pain. I met someone who was once a good princess— until her own compassion led to her death. Now, all that remains is an incarnation of wrath, born of deceit and betrayal.

Elle

[winterxdandelions]

If forgetting you were as simple as falling in love, If the depth of my admiration were as shallow as a lagoon, If the memories we shared were blurred, This pain would be easier to bear.

But my love for you bloomed like a widow's thrill. Bittersweet, resilient, and standing still. You are a blissful memory buried in my mind castle, A scenery painted on the canvas of my soul, A favorite song that plays on an endless loop.

The galaxy dwells in your beautiful eyes. But like the stars in the night sky, You remain beyond my reach. You are the sun, the light that gives the moon its glow, While I am the earth, caught in your shadow.

If forgetting you came as quickly as love's embrace, Like morning glories fading with the day, This pain might be easier to bear. But like the scent of springtime daisies, It fades—yet lingers, haunting still.

Elle