#excerpts from my writing

[thesewordsaremymusings]

“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, it has grown too heavy.”

-m.n.

[tansdiary]

the night knows who we are; the darkness shows who we are. stars and moon are witnesses, beckoning us into their abundance. —tansdiary, xi xx mmxxiii

[coffeeandpoetrydarling]

one day i’ll find somebody to build a home with, one with no explosive rage in slammed cabinets or quiet anger in the walls that leaves a lingering pain. our kids will fake disgust when they see us kissing and laughing in the kitchen while making breakfast but when they’re 17 and experiencing a love that looks less than ours, they’ll know when to leave.

n.g. // i didn’t see this type of love growing up and as a result i let a man ruin me

[lost-in-time-marie]

God Lives With The Ants

When I was younger, I would lay under a maple tree in the backyard. I’d stare up at the leaves and watch them wither from a bright green into orange and red and fall all around my head. I’d talk with the wind that danced and sang as it rushed through the trees and played with my hair. I’d observe the ants as they went about their business in the dirt next to me. So small, and yet we occupied the same space, but our perspectives couldn’t be more different. Our futures intimately linked and yet I found myself wondering if this crawling little insect could sense my gaze. I wondered what great giant’s ribcage laid beside my whole infinite universe, small enough to be held on the tip of their finger. And suddenly, for the first time, I believed that colossus did gaze at my universe, occupying its same space, but somehow so small and impossibly different, and it would get misty eyed pondering the complexity and beauty of our entangled existences, and it would hope things for all us and then mourn those hopes as they changed and evolved over the years, entirely beyond anyone’s reach at this point.

~K.

[trustonlystars]

You were the best thing that happened to me, I am going around places and doing things that take me one step closer to our dream and I don’t mention you as often as I used to, I don’t tell people how I loved you and still do but I talk about something else instead. I say I have a lot, so I really do and I barely get moments to catch feelings, I barely get moments to breathe your name. You have always been the best thing that happened to me, and I don't talk about us as often but a part of me wants to keep you with me, alive in every moment. I don't know how to unlove you and I won't.

- trustonlystars | Jannie F

[schizoetic]

Sometimes someone comes along that alters your reality. They make sights and sounds and smells better. A kind of person that leaves a permanent imprint in your mind. Always there no matter what you do. Someone you'll never forget.

[darichonne]

insta: @darichonne

[gargiyadav]

The world takes intellect so seriously. 

Intelligence is considered a superpower. 

But as I sat that day with all the weight of my being, with a firm resolution that I would find an answer, I lost more than I gained. 

With nothing in sight and a restless heart, I longed for answers.

Answers that could relieve me from my misery.

But I found myself tangling further into the mess, the more I contemplated.

All the calculations and estimations, analysis and understandings, opinions, identities, narratives, and beliefs, seemed like a granule of a sand castle. 

Easily wipeable.

I fell to my feet and surrendered when I realized that I can’t solely rely on intelligence. 

The virtue I have trusted all my life seemed so unreliable in the trying times. 

The blinding faith in one’s own powers paves a perfect path for the downfall and in that moment I could see how.

Once the bubble of my ego burst, something sweet and unexpected uttered from my mouth, “Help me”. 

“Whom am I calling out to, in this far-stretched silence?” is the thought that immediately popped up in my mind.

The body that thus far lived without an ounce of faith suddenly realized something.

I realized that I was unknowingly accepting the presence of a higher entity. 

Something that’s bigger, untouched by the mess of this world. 

Something that, when called out to, will pay heed. 

As there was nothing left to be done with my intelligence and I was done toying with my abilities, I surrendered completely and simply waited.

And the act of waiting made me fall to my knees and pray. 

All the deliberate waiting and humility, the spirit of devotion, and surrender, and the conscious choice of gratitude over complaining, showed me that faith was the answer I was looking for. 

These were all the little virtues I was blessed with in return, just by looking up, and shifting my focus from the sand granules to the ocean itself. 

And soon I realized:

some things are just not possible without a prayer. 

[stormykatie]

happy thoughts, they tell me,

"fill your head with happy thoughts"

oh, how i wish to

but the thing is,

my mind

is already crowded

and my demons

won't let any of these

"happy thoughts"

ruin their own

idea of a "merry-go-round"

-katie

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[heartofmuse]

If she was spring then he was summer, a summer that enveloped her flawlessly in his arms. He was the joy of laughter as you splash barefoot in puddles after a storm. Everything in her, he brought to a zenith. He made a song of green burst through her soul, making the dormant in her unfurl and opened the windows of her soul to be wind and sunshine. The peaking buds of the nascent flowers in her hair he made wildflower meadows that reached her soul and perfumed her heart. He brought every beautiful  bird to sing new songs in her branches. He was the freshness of a thunderstorm, the smell of crisp ozone, a blue glow upon the crown of her forest. She was beautiful, but never more than when she was in his arms. 

e.v.e.

[soymilkwriter]

In order to heal from it, you have to let yourself feel it. Repeat it!

[thesewordsaremymusings]

“The curse of being a writer is that if I showed you my words, I know you would love me too. But I can’t give them away, they are the most sacred things, I have.”

-m.n. “I strung these (words) for you with gold.”

[tansdiary]

the sinful summer resigned; pearls, the heavens poured. the seasons ebb and flow; now begins the autumn galore.

'tis the season of harvest; a passage of transition to behold. nature will shed the jewels of life, do harvest rubies and gold— 'tis the season of harvest, after all.

—september 3, 2023 // for someone on a new beginning

[coffeeandpoetrydarling]

Being with him felt like hell most of the time but I loved him so much I convinced myself it was my heaven.

n.g.  // I would have gone to hell for him 

[lost-in-time-marie]

All My Unsatisfied Cravings

Most people don’t know what it’s like to want things. Not really. Not deeply. With your whole heart and soul. You’re willing to bleed for it, push for it, give for it.

Oh sure, people know all about coveting. Humans do this the best, perhaps. We covet what we see everyday. This life, this hair, this face, this position, this power, this person.

My body doesn’t know what to do with all its wanting. I hurt and mourn and long for things I’ve never seen or heard or tasted. I’m starving and I’m craving and I’m standing in the middle of the biggest buffet, more than my eyes can hold, and my favorite food is missing. My mouth turns sour at every dish. I can’t tell you what it is, what ingredients it requires, if you bake or sauté it. But I could pick out the smell, in this room full of every delicious mouth watering meal, and I’ll recognize it when it’s finally put on the plate in front of me.

~K.

[inked-soull]

//Soft Dreams//

Kiss my lips

Bite my nape like you're hungry

Leave your mark

In the darkness

Whisper all that you wish to

Do to ravage me

I've been enchained

Tied up in throes of passion

Set my yearnings free

Melt me awake from

My half awakened soft dreams

And I inhale stars