There Seems To Be A Lot Of Good And Beauty Happening In My Life And In The Lives Of The People Around

I plucked you like a rose

You stab me with a thorn

I tolerated the pain

But you wether like a rose

Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On

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December 1, 1928 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

poetry.

broken glasses and broken hearts are

shattered in the sky, bare and uneven

darkest and coldest every night

my skin still feels the heat of burn

our love begun with tulips and red roses

these days it seems our garden is withered

we promised to protect eachother

now i am blind and everything is blurred.

all my dusks and daws were tears

and i bathed heavily in your thoughts

i was in the delusion of our perfection

little did i know, there were unseen spots

we are the culprit and we did the crime

there is no one else to blame

i did love you with all that I had

and you burned me with your flame

~august.

there was a room in my house

which was as secured as

the main door

i wasn't allowed to go

neither i had keys.

but every time i passby that room

it called me inside, cried for help

i was just 7

each night i went there

sat infront of the door

i talked with it, we talked for hours

it was 3 AM now.

i want to bed.

when i woke up, i was 14

i remember nothing

except for talking with that room

it was a normal day

but house was different and

noone was concerned

then i remembered

i opened that door next day after i woke up

~august/fictionflaws

sun went away

to rest in paradise

stars in constellation

and moon held the sky

i painted them

in black and white

held them within me

away from human sight

-august

🦇 Starry Night x Halloween by Aja Trier 🦇

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Ronald W. Sousa, The Passion According to G.H.