lovelyonme

[lovelyonme]

the concept of sex is stronger than the concept of god

SOFIA ISELLA; Sex Concept; qtd l.o.m

[lovelyonme]

- the pain this causes me

The most annoying thing that happens while you're writing is... forgetting the word but knowing the vibe.

I am not lying when I say, I spent 5-10 mins repeatedly trying to grab something out of air just to remember 'reach out'.

Like why does my brain work like that.

[lovelyonme]

Maybe stains are all I'll ever leave behind.

[lovelyonme]

-blurry-

and everything blends together

fuzzy

like the edges of a feather

or your eyes when you smile

my memory

about anything that isn’t you

about anything from my childhood

about anything that scares me

scars

from the last time

this tension was cut

and snapped back

to lash my face

grey-white-black lines

we don’t dare cross

my vision

as the weed sets in

and my muscles relax

and I can finally breathe

in your presence

warm

spreading in my chest

as I type

poetry inspired

by poetry

inspired by summer

ink-smudged fingerprints

meet paintstained nails

blend into

an abstract masterpiece

-l.o.m

[lovelyonme]

hold me?

maybe

for a moment that

never quite lasts long enough

-l.o.m

[lovelyonme]

-l.o.m

[lovelyonme]

A smile

haunting?

—a worse hell has never been imagined

(-l.o.m)

[lovelyonme]

to be seen is to be valued

to be heard is something else entirely

-l.o.m

inspired souls do not rely on the permission of talent or skill to create, they simply do. If you are not living for your own burning passions, why bother cycling air through your toiling lungs? Your heart would surly glean greater benefit from stuttering to a stop than continue providing a soundtrack to an empty spirit.

I stand with my heart proudly beating.

the confidence to explore the edges of my creativity could never come from the isolation I kept myself in, in fact it only comes from you <3

thank you so much to everyone who has gotten me to 250 likes!! it is an honor to have 26 people care enough about my random conglomerate of words to follow me. It is an even greater honor to read your works and engage in such a welcoming, supportive community.

-all the love <3

[lovelyonme]

-Dear Ghost-

Do you feel

the air

crackle

?

when the

b r u s h of your

sl e e ve

sends

my

heartflutter ing

is the breath

in your ear

my baited

stale

e

x

hale

?

oh gh

o

st

never

place

you

r h i p s

bet

wi

xt

my

k ee

n s

without

e pect

x a

t

i

o

n

of

my

c h i n

onthe

c r o n

w

of

yo

ur

he ad

.

the

a h

s

on

yo

ur

finger

t

ip

s

is

the

s ent

il

cra

v

ing

onthe

t

ip

of

my

to

n

ge

behind

c

l

en

c

h

ed

teeth

mindracing

i

w

on

de

r

? ?

?

did i finally

do

something right ?

[lovelyonme]

-don’t make me ask-

would you hold me?

softly

the warmth of your eyes

reflecting the flickering candle

my breath on your lips

would you lie here?

wholly

in the quietdark

present as the pit

of my stomach grows

would you touch me?

sparingly

inbetween flinches

a natural reaction

to fingerprints on skin

would you listen?

quietly

in understanding

acknowledge hauntedliving

phantom perceptions

would you?

keep midnight

to yourself

stay soft

whole

sparing in touch

quiet in understanding

would you?

remain

here

with no

expectation

of my

love

-l.o.m

(inspired by the weekly prompt- midnight- hosted by @picklemafia)

[lovelyonme]

Here, in this heat, I’m sweating out the poison. In the silence, there’s a new kind of echo. A voice that isn’t his, isn’t mine, but something in between. A mirror, polished too clean, it shines even in the dark. It shows me the cracks in my own foundation; the ways I built things on sand. It’s brutal, this self-excavation.

[lovelyonme]

I never used to believe in soul-ties

-before I met you

(l.o.m)

[lovelyonme]

9:32 p.m.

dawn found us

naked in its pinks,

still cradled within

midnight’s longing hands

and half-buried

on a purpled shore

built of hourglass sand,

free of its task

and

heavy with time.

she took a breath

in the singular moment

we spent watching the world reveal

and was gone before

she exhaled,

vengeful morning

burning my eyes with light,

eurydice, resentful of my glance

[lovelyonme]

the first shower

of the season

wakes me

gently

with eyes like a newborn

bright

curious

the pat-pat-pat

a forgotten comfort

lost to crickets and late-night carrides

the glowing grey of thinning clouds

a reminder

this is temporary

for now

I am new

shrouded in rain-soaked breeze

a breath in my lungs

all I could want

-l.o.m

[lovelyonme]

“If we’re going to talk, then let’s talk. Forget about what is polite or proper and delve right into what is sincere and honest. Lead me down through the labyrinth of your true, spectacular self. I am not interested in pleasantries. If you want a conversation, then let’s get lost.”

— Beau Taplin

[lovelyonme]

Some things are meant to be folded quietly in the pages of journals

- I scream from the mountaintop regardless

(l.o.m)

[lovelyonme]

Lonely Men Crave Gutters

Do you crave a tree, a path, dry, with a pond?

Distant laughter rides the breeze

Of city women, Chinese cigarettes

Friends of yours on the sidewalk,

Your wet sneakers are dirtied by the gutter,

The deep scar of the road,

Bottom of the barrel

Made made river

Do the chimes of your laughter only sound on a wind-stricken night?

They get too loud, so you venture into the storm at 2 am to tug them off a pear tree.

Voices sound like you’re shut off in a bathroom,

Staring down the mirror,

Wide-eyed, playful despair.

Sticking out your tongue to mask the fear of genuine smiles.

It reminds me too much of phoney toothless grins 

of 4th year school photos,

Sickly elementary school smells echo through corridors,

Like the loud footsteps of receptionists.

Find a good river,

With a good stick,

Peeling off its shell

With the distinct, shallow fear of creepy crawlies.

Nick Drake, buzzing of cheap earphones,

And the climbing frame of wandering vines,

They could hug the trees tighter than pink ribbon in a schoolgirl's hair.

The vines grow quickly,

Round the trunk of the tree,

Around my neck,

Tied to the tree forever,

Embraced, given oxygen

Freedom etc.

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