#poetic stories

[bluestthingsonearth]

a poem about stillness.

[memories-beneath-the-skin]

Connection knows no distance

Flowers open to the sun

Oceans tide moves from the power of the moon

My heart beats for you no matter the space between

[abrighterspark]

if everything inside my head

were spilled out on the page

you'd wonder how i ever kept

the chaos under rein

[teaspirationss]

sometimes we give pain a map because we don’t know who we are without it, but I’ve spent too much time digging graves for memories that still haunt me from below the dirt. sometimes I grow, and sometimes I’m drowning in water that hasn’t quite frozen yet. sometimes I’m a room without light, a night sky with no moon or stars, but what voice can I use if you can’t hear me? I miss you like rain never knows it’s fall is too short.

I’m an echo of the person I used to be, and I’m still trying to learn this new song my heart sings.

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

If I leave this world today

I would have left nothing behind

Somehow that is okay

I have no feelings to the material things

Or the holdings of ones' feelings

Just a blank page of dots

That has a lot to say about me.

[trustonlystars]

We are out in the lands of magic, there is nothing you cannot be. Walk around the soft grass and write stories about the lakes, use your wings that have remained hidden for so long, and fly away to heights that cannot weigh you down. You are meant for musings, you are meant to be kissed like a photograph found after ages. You deserve slow dances, you deserve smiles, you deserve to be heard and felt. You deserve to be like a music album where the lyrics are nothing but snippets from your life. You deserve to live your dreams, the same dreams that keep you going. You are a dream, please be around dreamers.

-trustonlystars | Jannie F

[goneahead]

I found your laugh today, while I was  in the attic. Still wrapped in tissue  paper, packed safe in a cardboard box.

I labeled it 'Books’ by mistake.

[sunflorall]

“You have flaws,” i tell you. But it does not matter when it comes to the matters of the heart. I still love you with all your flaws. I love you without a reason. Anyone can love a thing with a “because.” That’s easy. But loving someone or something “despite” is the truest and realest form of love. To know the flaws, and continuing to cherish it is probably the most sacred emotion.

-Sanawar Fatima Saeed

[denimnan]

when i stop talking

don’t ask me why

been hurt too many times

i am just exhausted

for always being blamed

i will just be silent now

- N.R.K.

[slowfalter]

Build a successful morning routine

Take one yoga mat

Add dog hair

Make time for cold sweats

Existential dread for forty five minutes

Fresh coffee at fifteen minute intervals

That chest pain is probably gas

Maybe you just need a break

Or one of those miniature fridges for your make up

Then try to get dressed without looking in the mirror

It’s ok if you don’t recognise your own body

Maybe nobody does

Seek validation online

Are you a real person? Ten ways to tell

Where are your fucking keys this time

Get all generational trauma processed before lunch with parents on Sunday

Write down five things you are grateful for and then burn them

Ceremoniously

Misplace your organizer

[memories-beneath-the-skin]

Holding her hand, isn't just a common act for me.

The desire longing inside, without turning your head you reach, fingertips brushing the back of hand, the moment hers spider out to meet and connect.

A sense of calm, warmth that spreads in realms greater than flesh pressed together.

Unspoken energy in touch, the gentle pulsing squeeze, the thumb lifting up and softly stroking her fragile knuckle. The feathering of fingers for a moment to gain a stronger bond.

The feeling of wholeness, the quiet, sometimes absent minded trade of love we take for granted.

Unappreciated intimacy, protection, support, attention.

My hand, my woman, my love.

[pechaii]

[inked-soull]

//Take me to//

Take me to...

The heavens

Residing in your lips

A timeless romance

Your lips, invigorating

Most delicious nectar

Like juicy strawberries

In strawberry fields

Tenderly, seducing me

Feeding, filling my soul

With a burning desire

Moving heaven & earth

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

Echoes

I think about it all the time the unresponsive fights and all the make believes I had to endure, dissociated from the storm I don't know you anymore. Perhaps in another life when life was much more simpler unimaginative, black and blue undercovered from all that was due, strayed from what was knew it became a life that dewed. There was no other time a tomb filled with all those lies and the grace of a grave that hole was made out of pain, truth and lies. They became my rain leaving out all those harsh thorns its pierced my heart, bleeding the lost cause dry. My faith died that day pushed me away, now, I have to do it all again.

[trustonlystars]

“Looks like December will always remind me of love. There are whispers in the universe at this time of the year. As if there is some story waiting to write itself. It leaves me love notes on the wall, amidst the clouds, on sign boards across the road. It brings me dreams that I can't dare to forget, December brings me love wrapped as gifts, the same old love in new fancy boxes. I am running out of place in my heart to keep this vintage love. I always find gift boxes at my winter door, I open them with so much hope but every time, every single time, it only brings me back the same old love.”

- trustonlystars | Jannie F

[goneahead]

One hard

year, and then,

another hard year-

until I am so comfortable

with death that when we sat

together at lunch, knee against

bony knee, I forgot for a moment,

and offered death the other half of my

sandwich--