#poetsofig

[writtenbyaloner]

My favourite thing about the moon is how I can profoundly stare at it without consequences. There’s a price to pay for admiring the sun.

– Abdulsamad S. M.

[thetypewriterdaily]

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[winterrfire]

I always disappear. When I feel low, empty and not enough, I just isolate myself somewhere in my misery. And that's how I keep myself sane and alive. Escapism is my only way of living.

—Romaisa Yasmeen

[ab-initioo]

- rayaan; (via instagram)

[yulia-inferis]

I Assume For The Worst

I Assume For the worst 

And Hope for the best 

When strangers tell me words 

That seem so far fetched 

They tell you dreams they wish to spew 

As reality tangled up as half-truths

It's easy to lie to someone new 

When they eagerly buy any story you choose

Subtly it turns to subtle regret 

When there's nowhere to turn when they unlock your mindset

As they hint you toward A socializing debt 

For the not so free time we've already have spent 

So time reveals the hidden things they spill 

As suggestions, accidents, or sorrys until 

You mark a no as a line in the sand 

From the very thing they wish they could have 

Some will retreat and some will fight back 

Some will manipulate you into saying a yes 

Some will go home and tell everyone trash 

Some will accept and hope for the best 

The best you can do is relax and think fast

Play the life that you own like a chessboard in fact 

Everyone's out for their own selfish tasks 

With little to stop them from abusing what you lack

[eefrostpoetry]

some day i know my death will come and it will be a relief

[forever-deep-in-thought]

I'd give you the sun so that your days would be bright, even if that meant the rest of mine would be spent in the night.

[thoughts-streaming-out]

Another one from my book " Butterflies and Peppermint" 💜

[sarahthepoet]

“And this part of me held onto the good parts of you, despite the bad I was blinded by the good heart that you once had.”

s.e

[littlegaywolf]

I slept with a poet today.

I kissed him

with the remains of your name on my lips.

and he kissed me back, tasting

like the ashes of a burnt relationship,

soot on his lips

that screamed his lover's name.

but i did not mind.

After we made love that day,

when I held him close like I held you once,

I hugged him for so long, i believed

hoped, he would morph into you.

but he didnt.

Instead, he stood up

walked across the room,

and picked up a journal

from a stack of journals

flipped through the pages,

until

he found the one he was looking for.

poem. not lover.

He read it, out loud

for me to hear.

it was a poem about passion

and love

and all those other feelings

you made me feel.

all those other feelings

she made him feel.

and as he read

we both smile

knowing

that he was thinking about her

and i, you.

~ S/H🤎

[toxickittyland]

“I will go a lifetime of missing you for the privilege of loving you.”

-did you ever care?///

[writtenbyaloner]

I often think about how the moon connects people. Two hearts, hundreds, no, thousands of kilometers apart, bypassing boundaries, distance, and time, gazing upon the same moon.

– Abdulsamad S. M.

[thetypewriterdaily]

gentle reminder for you and i 🕯💛

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[winterrfire]

The distance between our hearts is probably more than a light year.

—Romaisa Yasmeen

[ab-initioo]

- lilyrainpoetry; (via instagram)

[adlettres]

i want to be like that –

largely a morning person

or nocturnal roses compelled 

to survive fogs, molten guns

and stay wide awake

with vivid eyes, eager

not to miss the bullets 

that burst into twilights.

—admer balingan, excerpt from name your fist after tenderness, "twilight bullets".