#beautiful poetry

[depraved-raven]

“no, we're not soulmates. this is not divine intervention. and this is most certainly not chance. i willed this. i knit the threads of fate myself until they spelled your name. i love you intentionally. i love you with every bit of conscience i was born with.”

— @masardist on twt/x

[atomicstrawberrywombat]

“Do not leave me in the comfort of the quiet dark for too long, for I fear I may not want to find my way back”

[its-simply-just-krys]

anonymous ; found on pinterest

[stantheanomaly]

I write with the same hand I hold her with. Maybe that's why there's an essence of her in every poem I write.

- Suvrahadip Ghosh, Her Essence

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[deanepoetry]

Here I sit.

[humming-a-memory]

“I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.” ― Lauren Myracle

[alwaysisrael]

[kiarits]

"I have done all the goodbyes. Many departures they have trained me since childhood. But I'll come back again, I'll start again, on my return my gaze is freed. I just have to fill it, and that unapologetic joy of having loved similar things to those absences that make us act".

R. M. Rilke

[remnantofabrokensoul]

Through the static

And the noise,

And the lasting Abyss,

She pulled me up;

And a chisel

And a pick,

And her gentle touch,

And a molded dream,

Her sculpture formed;

And her lips,

And the eyes,

And the warmth lasting,

Love unbound;

And swiftly bound to her.

[depraved-raven]

“i did not wait for you—

i didn't know you were coming.

when you walked into my life

i didn't know it was you

because i didn't know there was a you

you were never a list

a goal, a dream or

an expectation—

you were a surprise

a gift, an adventure,

a beautiful new beginning

to a story i never thought l'd have.”

— b. diaz

[atomicstrawberrywombat]

“They say there is a fine line between love and hate, so why is it that you and I always find ourselves dancing right on top of it?”

[its-simply-just-krys]

[stantheanomaly]

When I die, please don't burn my body. Rather, bury it. Let the earth swallow me. And from my bones, let bloom, wildflowers.

Suvrahadip Ghosh, When I die

[deadwhisper]

Brain Rot

My mind has been consumed by an overwhelming

Amount of information that seems to flow around

Me, it threatens to drown me till I cannot breathe

Cannot see, at all and the world too

I knew but now I no longer need to see

The utter truth, the utmost reality

The eye burdens me, the watcher of them all blinds me

Drowning too the last ignorant eye I scream

But everything drowns the sounds around me

@deadwhisper

[alwaysisrael]

[yuasloveletters]

i'm both, a healer and a harmer. i fix everyone i can but in the end, i have no strenght left to heal myself.

-shelby leigh