poet4days · 8 months ago
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metanein · 8 months ago
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I want to be loved, not just told 'I love you's
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sakshinarula · 7 months ago
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I removed my soul and set it aside to be read on a Sunday unlike today. Today my lonely is heavier than the earth and the weight of it has been killing me slowly. Time is birthing more time and I don't know what I want to do with the excess I already have.
- Sunday Poem, Bad Poetry and This Loving, Sakshi Narula
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vomitingwords · 1 year ago
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"Sometimes, I hope people can always say what they truly feel. And be genuine about it. No restrictions. No holding back. No keeping all the most important parts.
But then I remembered that I myself couldn't even do that. So why would I expect other people to be like that?
I realized that sometimes we have to choose what we only have to say from the words that we truly want to say. Every word doesn't have to be said out loud; rather, let our actions show what we truly mean. Because not everyone has the time to listen to what we're about to say, and that's totally okay. We human beings don't have all the time in the world to understand everything that's happening around us. We're all busy trying to save ourselves and live life the way we want to.
So it's fine if you can't compose yourself to say everything you want to. But remember that there are so many ways to reach those people who are important to you. And I hope you'll be surrounded by the right people who will lend an ear to hear the stories that you've been holding onto."
I wish I was braver // ma.c.a
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whispersofthepurplevalley · 3 months ago
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There are times when this big round earth isn't enough for me. I want more.
I long for the stars, the meteoroids, and Saturn.
I want my kingdom to begin in a place where the voices in my mind are people, and they are the citizens of my new nation.
I want to hear them all, one by one. I want to heal them, and promise them a better future.
I want to get out of my skin, this horizon and unite with myself. Me, in my divine and intangible form.
Sometimes, the bed of the ocean is too shallow for me. I want to dive deeper. So deep that no other voice adulterates the sound of my true being.
I want to listen to my own stories, the most unfiltered versions of them.
In this wide surface, in this land as vast as the eyes can see, sometimes, all I crave for is —
some more space.
-Sabina Yesmin
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stantheanomaly · 1 year ago
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Some are luckier than others. Some get love in abundance, while others crave for a drop from that bottomless ocean.
- Suvrahadip Ghosh, Unfairness of Love
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winlessfights · 2 months ago
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such a boring story it was, laughter and purity were lost
the same old city met the girl who was not 18 anymore
a brief glimpse of scales, bleeding arms and frozen hearts,
what a good thing to know escaping can happen in minds
praying is no longer relieving and life made us breathless
the girl who dances with the wind needs to rest
she came from a very long way,
the water of the deep made her thoughts all blurry and wet
all the demons of her lying in a soft bed
still can be found in the room she left
with boxes of childhood memories, paper sticks with her father's writing "you have to succeed, or else..”
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mc-loveu · 1 year ago
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Eu sou
Todas as minhas feridas, todas os meus remendos, todas as minhas rachaduras.
Eu sou tudo aquilo que eu já fui
Sou tudo aquilo que me restou e que me restará.
[ a @mc-loveu não sabe falar de amor.]
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our--impossible--love · 4 months ago
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Shattered Trust
They carved their lies into my soul,
With promises that turned to dust.
Each one who stole a piece of me,
Left shadows where there once was trust.
They made me feel so small, unloved,
Their words like daggers, sharp and deep.
They chipped away my confidence,
And left me in the dark to weep.
Now trust is like a distant star,
A fragile hope I cannot see.
For every time I dared believe,
Their treachery came back to me.
I fear the pain of love once more,
The scars that linger, always near.
I wonder if I'll ever heal,
Or live in shadows, cloaked in fear.
In darkness, I still seek the light,
A way to mend this broken heart.
To find the strength to love again,
And know I'm worthy from the start.
-- Kit Wilde
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pav-anne · 3 months ago
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poet4days · 8 months ago
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metanein · 7 months ago
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I wish I had more time to look at you, talk with you, embrace you.
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sakshinarula · 7 months ago
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Poetry Book: Bad Poetry and This Loving
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vomitingwords · 2 years ago
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stantheanomaly · 1 year ago
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When you admire nature, I hope you remember, you're nature too.
- Suvrahadip Ghosh, Nature within you
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