#feelings poetry

[feltpoetry]

“autumn exists to remind us that things must end to begin again.”

d.j

[nobredoesart]

Whisper in the Dark

It's dark where you are Dark and humming It's wet and soft and creeping In the cave you call your room.

Teeth gnashing, curling Against the flesh of the wood Nails griping the metal bones Hoping they will shatter with you.

Slam the door, splinter it fully Roar and yell and cry all at once Let them know they killed you again Die, but scream all the same.

You are rage, they forget That you are violent and unburdened They lost you years ago, Though you pulled to hold on.

Rip out your guts and show them Show them what they've done to you Your insides, bloody and tearful Your throat bloody and raw.

Make them remember who you were That force of nature they so desired Kill them, do it, show 'em your blood A blood that is theirs by right.

Your eyes fall on the darkness The room is still there, bloodied You wish you could do it Tell them your rage-

But you whisper it only, in the dark.

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

imagination (1963) - harold ordway rugg

"chekhovs cat / schrödingers razor / occams gun"

[jaggedjawjosh]

[bebx]

[valentina-poem]

[lipikkawrites]

If life can remove people you never dreamt of losing, it can replace them with someone you never dreamt of having.

-@lipikkawrites

[freshoffthepadpoetry]

All in a morning

Normalization of feeling, feelings. Today I woke up happy and content. Things went my way in a decision I’d been waiting to hear about. Messages that made me smile. Absence that makes me wonder. Hearing stories that brought tears to eyes. Awaiting the return of family. From happy to longing to sadness to, what feeling is next? While being a man, comfortably in touch with them…

[azurexaiya]

16.10.2023 No.35.

I wish

It's so hard loving you sometimes

And yet I can't stop

Wishing you would set your eyes on me

Truthfully

And spoke your heart truly

I wish I could always believe you did

I wish I could love you as I should

Not as I do

But my loving is like a face of a planet.

Turning it's back towards the beloved sun.

Yet I'm not so predictable

I wish my feelings were more human than dead

I wish that you'd believe me when I said

that I love you

And I wish it would be true

I wish I could just say I love you as a friend

I wish I could just say I love you as a romance

I wish I could tell what am I feeling

But I can't

[delicacysblog]

“what was the most pain you have ever felt”

healing from someone, i once thought i would heal with

[feltpoetry]

“do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”

unknown

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[incognito-melancholia]

"How many scars did you justify because you loved the person who was holding the knife?"

[nighttime-thoughts]

Please tell me i'm not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.

[lucidloving]

Isabel Allende, The House of The Spirits // Anne Carson, Red Doc> // F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // 肉包不吃肉, The Husky and His White Cat Shizun // Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (trans. Carol Brown Janeway) // Heart Like Yours— Willamette Stone

[randomnotebookthoughts]

I wonder if anyone ever fantasizes about having a life with me.