#writeundertheinfluence
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ginadope · 8 days ago
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nobody's
Sundays are for dusty riddles  The longing that was never born And will never disappear 
My spirit software Runs on a thin line Between apathy and rest
There are faces to wear tomorrow: The kingmaker The sun-singer The disgrace  Just place your hand in the mind's clutter
For today I chose nobody I trapped waiting, hope, and unease  In a jar with breathing holes To be opened tomorrow  Not today Today I am not I am not
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leftiswhatgodmademe · 2 months ago
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Rue.
Remember, her name means regret.
Utter remorse in the wake of her sin.
Envy, dripping, soiling the innocent beneath her gaze.
"Contrition"
A notion of shame.
Punishment.
Redemption.
Laughable.
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dementia7 · 1 month ago
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elycwinters · 5 months ago
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Unsent Letter
Even now, years after the fact I keep the letter I wrote for you. A letter full of my devotion, my passion and the love my heart held for you.
But Southern winds blew you away. And you, like a bird, flew to make your home elsewhere. And so, I am left with feelings lost that were written in paper.
~ Ely C. Winters.
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paradoxicalpenman · 9 months ago
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Shades Of Night
Vampires feast, ghosts haunt,
Nightmares chase or darkness devours,
Looking for the light, you just bear her existence,
Through no fault of her,
She, the subject of your repugnance,
Letting you dream your fantasies,
Training to concoct stories and poesy,
Ultimate romance destination, I daresay,
Revitalising you constantly,
Who would have the heart to deny her generosity,
She is unapologetically her,
The angel and the devil both rest on her shoulders,
She always offers both her hands,
Neither your disgust offends,
Nor your praise flatters her...
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kidgillis · 7 months ago
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Elevators
I’ve never liked small spaces.
The constant ups and downs;
Being confined behind closed doors.
Waiting to arrive at destinations;
I’ve never been a fan of elevators.
Yet, here I am, patiently waiting;
Except this time,
I was intrigued by the ride.
Something changed when you stepped in
Before the doors closed;
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mortalghost · 2 years ago
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Look at the way my hands are open
Awaiting on a world that doesn't care.
All of the memories and the words,
I have written and spoken,
Leave nothing to hold and no room for air.
I've drowned in the feelings of loss
While abandonment has embraced my needs
Yet I try, and I lie, as I raise my hands to a mourning that consoles the deepest parts of my broken heart and untethered soul
Find nothing but comfort in this unending pain and suffering in a world in disarray.
Will I find you there?
I can hold my breath and pray
As time learns to move on without me.
-H. Murcia 12/18/2023 1:12 PM
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disruptivebychoice · 1 year ago
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Drive
I’m in dire need I’ve starved And I'm ready to feed
Bring on the creativity Push to start, I'm driven
I isolate on purpose, it's where magic ignites below surface
I’m in my zone When conquering alone Success feels best when nobody knows
I work hard on my own I fight tooth and nail To never give up Even if i fail
I conquer and defeat You can be my guest, take a seat
Watch me drive as I come up, feeling alive
This isn't a lie I've got the grind I can't be stopped
You might think I’m a lot But it's a mindset of passion And with it, I'm always the champion
I'm headed for the top I promise, I'm the cream of the crop
Wait and you'll see just how I thrive
Take a seat in the back Watch how I drive
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titansaresexy · 28 days ago
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~Every Sunday since March~
you had a crush, maybe.
maybe you liked my laugh
or the way i looked at you
like you were something soft.
but you never said you loved me.
never even said you liked me.
and still—
i stayed.
i waited.
every sunday,
i broke a little quieter than the last.
hoping you’d show up,
knowing you wouldn’t.
so i walked.
not out of strength,
but because i couldn’t beg for crumbs
with a heart that only knew how to give.
i walked through the weight of wanting,
through every almost,
until your silence
hurt less than your presence.
and somewhere in the wreckage,
i became someone
who doesn’t wait anymore.
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ginadope · 25 days ago
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spring stars
Flowers dream of answers Wait for someone to notice Wither, and then hope again It took me a lifetime  To notice myself
My white irises - they know better than to worry  If not this spring, then the next one  Petals will turn into eyelashes  I will count yours and you will count mine The meticulous has always been simple - simple, and right by my palm
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leftiswhatgodmademe · 16 days ago
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I find peace in emptiness.
Emptying myself in open spaces.
Emptying bottles into my empty self.
I exist in beautifully photographed shadows.
Mirrored reflections of fading faces.
I adjust my eyes to capture pain.
Drink neon lights from shot glasses.
Shoot glances with graying strangers.
Eat my emptiness.
Give me peace.
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dementia7 · 2 months ago
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elycwinters · 5 months ago
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Look at him, all metal skin. The robot who came to life with flickering lights; open him up and you shall find electric veins and a beating heart.
~ Ely C. Winters.
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paradoxicalpenman · 9 months ago
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Story of a Life
Beginnings are empty,
Endings complete,
Birth abandons,
Death is embracing,
Full doesn't require you,
Vacant always awaits you,
Beauty often bares before affluence,
Wisdom kneels in front of power,
Loneliness haunts you,
Company can also disappoint,
Lucky is rare as are soulmates,
You will always be set up for a failure,
Rarely would someone make a way for your success,
Your happiness can only be quantified,
When compared with the suffering of another,
Spending your life to left a lasting impression,
On the world or it's memory,
To only be remembered by those,
Whom you influenced be it transactional or emotionally,
Coz in terms of existence,
Yours is only momentary...
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heartweary-writing · 2 years ago
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Maybe I should have gone to you
In January, when the cold
Rang in the earth’s bones-
Shaking,
Shaking
Shaking you unsteady
Your heart heavy
Your mind ready
To unravel.
Yes, maybe I should have gone to you-
Even if you would have gone away,
Anyway.
J. K. L
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kidgillis · 6 months ago
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Free Flow
Neither in a rush nor in a hurry; We vowed to let go of our insecurities. Excluding all of our expectations; We adapted to the free flow of things.
Besides the vibe of our energies mixing; And the guiding of our hearts’ intentions; We hoped to enjoy whatever we’d find In the midst of this experience, together…
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