#My little poetry

[local-pirate-king]

Somebody wanted my poetry? I know you didn't, but here it is anyway:

Life, a question unanswered, a single mystery.

What makes it special? And how it puts us to misery?

Is it a trick? One simple illusion?

Still we filled it with pollution.

One from another we seem to differ,

but yet we are somehow same.

We say that some gold does not glitter,

and yet won't choose hidden kings, but rather fame.

Evil is everywhere, known of or secret,

we do nothing, with few exceptions,

many are just trying to achieve perfection,

the exceptions are the good, hidden in this world.

Why should we call ourselves not kin,

when the only difference is color of skin.

Why should we show hate to our brothers,

when all they do is love another.

Let us wake the good in bad,

spread the words, my friends,

to not much differ lass from lad,

for all of us are one, difference makes us human.

I have to make some names for the poems.

[cresy]

POESIE D'AMORE

POESIE Per Natale un e-book di mie poesiedal titolo: POESIE D’AMORE https://amzn.eu/d/aByCTjL G R A Z I E ♥️“A come Amore”di Crescenza Caradonna PrefazioneUna raccolta di poesie d’amore pillole di vita che nascono limpide e semplici narrate dall’autrice con un linguaggio moderno ed attuale che vanno dritte al cuore lì dove risiedono le emozioni più profonde dell’uomo. Dove acquistare il…

[grendel-menz]

A navigation of some adult relationships

[chappelroans]

missing someone bad for you

trista mateer / trista mateer / sue zhao / u.k / u.k / clementine von radics / trista mateer

[arthursfuckinghat]

The sun is your halo, for it is always above you.

Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Scarlett Meadows

[panthermouthh]

And I said, “Hello, Satan

I believe it’s time to go.”

[go-see-a-starwar]

Hayden Christensen x Darth Vader | 2005 - 2022 - 2024

[metamorphesque]

oranges (and clementines and tangerines) as vessels of love   

Alessia Di Cesare, Eduardo Mueses, Rebecca O’Connor, Frank Ocean - Golden Girl (Feat. Tyler, The Creator), Nina LaCour, @smokedsugar, Gary Soto

[firstfullmoon]

Bianca Stone, from “Practicing Vigilance,” in Someone Else’s Wedding Vows

[sleepytimegal777]

1. A Game of Thrones - George R. R. Martin / 2. The Lovers - Akseli Gallen-Kallela / 3. The Ballad of Reading Gaol - Oscar Wilde / 4. Deathless - Catherynne M. Valente

[lifeinpoetry]

“Move on,” you hear, but to what howling emptiness?

— Denise Riley, from "Little Eva," Say Something Back & Time Lived, Without Its Flow

[cresy]

“I NOSTRI CARI CHE NON CI SONO PIÙ”

“I NOSTRI CARI CHE NON CI SONO PIÙ”

[anxiouspotatorants]

Rory liked Dean but she didn’t love him. She liked going on dates with him. She liked that he’d spend time with her and watch movies with her and get along with her mother. But there was no fire, no matter how much she wanted there to be one. She couldn’t burn like she did for exploring the world and the written word. She couldn’t burn for him.

Rory loved Logan but she didn’t like him. She loved his freedom, his adventurous spirit, his lust for life. She loved how she could let herself go with him, put faith in something dangerous and not shatter. But she didn’t like how cruel he could be to others. She didn’t like how dismissive he was, of responsibilities, of consequences, of people’s hurt. She didn’t really like him.

Rory liked Jess and she loved him. She liked that he liked the same stuff as her, liked that he’d help out his uncle without bragging, and talk with her friends, and throw literary challenges at her because he genuinely wanted her opinion. She loved his honesty, his integrity, how he’d leave her speechless with his gaze and breathless with his kisses. How he looked at her, all of her, and never made her feel like she was lacking. She liked and she loved him. And it scared her shitless.

[simmyfrobby]

― "Nazareth," Rosario Castellanos

Hockey Poetry Post 94/?

(Photo credit: Denny Simmons, Denny Simmons, Dave Sandford, Dave Sandford, Bruce Bennett, Dave Sandford, link, Dave Sandford, Jason Kempin)

[littleteenagethings]

And darling, you need to be patient with yourself. The pain does not vanish overnight. You heal one day at a time, one step at a time. And maybe, just maybe, in six months from now, you will find yourself enjoying a day where the pain ceases to exist. Be gentle on yourself, allow the healing process to take place.

Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #411

09.04.2023

11:17 pm.

[beomgyutruther]

the raven boys // fanny and alexander by ingmar bergman // the raven boys // blue lily, lily blue // gentle.earth // the raven boys // your best american girl by mitski // the dream thieves // your best american girl by mitski // blue lily, lily blue // i'm your man by mitski // the raven boys