#Poets

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

I tried to heal everyone’s heartache but my own.

k.b. // gatton - other’s melodies

[anneverapoetry]

I want the whole world to get sucked up into a void so I can avoid my responsibilities and at the same time, it wont be my fault.

[up-consumer-author]

https://donna-982.ludgu.top/xp/JVnqT5K

[piece-like-what-exist]

https://andrea-139.mjcyd.asia/uv/Fbnh5RH

[poetricismic]

"I fell in love with the idea of being in love...with you"

Poetricismic

[threewordusername]

words unspoken marinate,

potent spells of

uncertainty and possibility.

life passes by,

while those unknowing

have missed the opportunity

to hear your true thoughts.

please, expel the

words which brew

in the confines of

your heart.

tell someone you love them.

"say what's on your mind, right now."

d.b.a

[eyesfullofmoon]

Trees die differently than people. Trees look as if they enjoyed their dying. It's true, spring will return and again they will burst into bloom. But as you well know, one can never be sure. And how can trees know that? Surely for them every fall is the last one.

Halina Poświatowska, Story for a Friend

[dastanslove]

I´m someone who can´t and won´t give up. Especially if it´s about Love. This girl is literally the love of my life and i will fight for it. No matter what.

[robertjw4688]

The specter of progress

churns in my guts.

I could have been

so much but

I'm reduced to

a breathless poet,

writing apocalypses

with line breaks and

hope between the letters.

Robert J. W.

[wordsofaworld]

I did not make the wrong choice

When I chose to love you

It was written in the stars

It was meant to be

You and me

Like the sun and the moon

Eclipsing

But now we are kept apart by time

And missing you hurts

But it shows just how much I loved.

[enbycrip]

"Hard times are coming, when we’ll be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now, can see through our fear-stricken society and its obsessive technologies to other ways of being, and even imagine real grounds for hope. We’ll need writers who can remember freedom — poets, visionaries — realists of a larger reality."

--Ursula K. Le Guin

[sad-stucky-shipper-107]

There is a Boy

There is a boy, he is the sun.

Warm. Nurturing. Radiant. He’s  hemorrhaging light from every inch of his body. Flowers bloom where he walks. He has become a necessity, bleeding warmth in your soul. He is going to ruin you for all the other boys and it’s going to kill you when he goes.

There is a boy. He is a wildfire. 

Destructive. Annihilating. Obliterating. Burning down empires, leaving swaths of destruction in his wake. Dangerous. Playful. His kisses are like him merciless and purifying. Putting him out is going to leave burn marks on your heart and you’ll be left picking yourself up from the ashes.

There is a boy. He is a nebula. 

He is radiation. . Cleansing. Poisonous. Pure.  He is pink. And green and blue and every other color in existence. He is creation itself. An act of power. A show of unfathomable strength. Killing him would be like killing a god, leaving you bereft. Cursed to walk the earth alone forever.

There is a boy. He is a supernova

Dangerous. Beautiful. Volatile. Bright. He is a star on the verge of collapse and when he dies he’s going to take everything with him. And you’ll be standing there, at the edge of the raging inferno he is waiting to be consumed, inch by inch. He’ll drag you both into an eternal black hole of misery.

There is boy. And then there’s you.

A binary star system. Forever orbiting each other. A snake eating it’s own tail. Infinite. Unchanging. A law of the universe. And you won’t leave  because you love him too much and separating from him would be separating salt from the ocean. You entered this void together and that’s how you’ll leave. 

There is a boy and you love him and that's a death sentence, you know that.

But you're not going to stop because you know, loving him will be the only thing you ever want to do.

[flowerytale]

Ada Limón, from “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air”, The Carrying: Poems

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

Because you deserve to get back just as much of the love you pour into the world.

k.b. // you do

[moondenss]

[poetricismic]

...And then, suddenly, viciously, we're back to fall, again...

Poetricismic