#mindful poems

[mindful-poems]

[improvapocalyps]

You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)

In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!

Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)

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1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined

2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both

3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer：I just wanted to see him one more time).

4. Define two (2)： Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore

5. True or False： i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.

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[thehopefulquotes]

I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind.

Dr Reid’s/ Criminal Minds

[night-thief]

"Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all."

- Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

Goodbye, August.

{Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd/ Deborah Landau, "September"/ Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov/ Daphne du Maurier, The Parasites/ Sylvia Plath}

[crazystonergirl]

ngl this is so me

[iambrillyant]

“your discernment will take you further than anyones opinions or ideas could ever take you. intuition has always been your compass.”

— iambrillyant

[sarahsinferno]

I Wish for Liberation

I sit in the dark, my thoughts a storm of fragments, and I wish, not with the innocence of a child but with the bitter clarity of experience, that you would feel the weight of every wound you gave.

do you know the sharp sting of betrayal, the cruel echo of a lie, the loneliness that wraps around the heart like a shroud?

I want you to know the hollow ache of waiting, the gnawing uncertainty that burrows deep, the sleepless nights stretched out in their endless, aching expanse.

I want the weight of your own choices to press down on you, heavy and relentless, until you understand the pressure that drove me to despair, until you feel a trace of my sorrow settling like dust in your own empty spaces.

you, who sculpted misery with your hands, who wielded cruelty like a blade, are you aware of the echoes you left? do you hear them whisper in your dreams, the ache you wove so effortlessly into my days?

i could wish for storms to ravage your calm, for the sky to crack open with lightning that rends the fabric of your peace, for the tremors of regret to shake your foundation.

yet, even as I wish this, I realize that suffering does not heal, that the flames of revenge only scorch the hands that wield them.

so, instead, I let the weight of my sorrow settle, a quiet confession to the universe that sometimes I crave for the scales to tip,

for the pain to be known, but mostly,

I wish for liberation, for the shackles of my anger to fall away, and for a heart that no longer clings to the shadows of the past.

so I let the wish drift, a bitter gust of wind that fades into the void, and I turn away, searching for a release from this desire, for a way to mend the broken pieces without adding more shards to the world’s already jagged heart.

S.T. 2024

santa rosalia by roberto ferri(1978) oil on canvas

the shepherd david by elizabeth bouguereau(1895)

dancers by franz von stuck(1896)

perseus slaying medusa by laurent-honore marqueste(1903)

[mwahmimi]

Thinking about Spencer who doesn’t like physical touch at all, constantly about germs and feeling uncomfortable at the thought of someone else’s fingertips. Until he meets you. It started with holding hands, interlocking fingers. Then letting you hug him good bye, perhaps a kiss on the cheek. Until one night, he pulls you into a kiss, his tongue flickering between your mouth and his own, as if it was shy. Now he can’t fall asleep sleep without you playing with his hair and peppering soft kisses on his face as he giggles and smiles up at you. He melts your heart when he glances up and whispers,

“I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch you.”

[leonardospoetry]

The heart knows a secret  the mind can’t grasp.  A poem that’ll always  remain unwritten.

[ivynightshade]

how i would beg, medusa, for her to look at me, and midas, for his golden clutch / all of this would ruin me / but at least i would be seen and touched.

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘how can i escape my mind?’

[mindful-poems]

[embeccy]

"I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once."

- Haruki Murakami

[silent-insanities]

If the world ended tonight, would I be the last thought on your mind?

[horreurscopes]

i like my body when it is with your body.

[purpleleafsyt]

《 King of Kings 》

Yeahhh. I'm so very normal about the Ozymandias poem