To Have Met You Was Not A Careful Thing,
To have met you was not a careful thing,
Neither graceful nor patient,
And we definitely didn’t know what we were
Getting ourselves into.
All we know is happiness,
Your presence, and essence scream joy.
You are my warm kindred spirit,
My daring bog creature,
My knight in shining armor
Your lips do wonders
The words that flow from your lips are always spoken with such a passion that makes the angels jealous
When i close my eyes, i can still feel you on my skin
What a blessing you are
From all the prayers I’ve prayed, to be met with your gaze,
My heart won’t stop
Racing
My hands never forgiving,
To let you go is always hard
But to see you once more, i thank the very car you drove in.
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Refaat Alareer, an academic and lecturer at the Islamic University of Gaza, was martyred along with his family in a targeted assassination carried out by the Israeli occupation on December 7th, 2023. We must continue to stand against this genocide.
Our love is a garden
A garden that has rare flowers, bugs of all types,
And weeds.
You and i are the gardeners.
Do you tend to our flowers, our bugs, our weeds?
You let it blossom
We let it blossom into something beautiful
Sometimes we forget to water our garden
To care for it
Vines grew
With thorns we never knew
Till now
It’s okay to step away
It’s okay to take a break
The shovel, the watering can,
All of it will be here waiting
For you
For our love to bloom
I understand that you blink and life goes by
You blink and everything is not
What it once was
BRIGHT
Greys, blacks, and whites
In a world full of dull
You are my light.
She shines so bright
Vivid dreams come to life
She whispers things
That my heart can’t
Retain
She sings things to my brain
That I just can’t explain
She makes me breathe
Pushing the oxygen from
Her love
Into my lungs
She reaches and pulls
Down the moon and the
Stars.
She goes far.
just in case no one told you, you did well this year. you don’t even realize it :( I’m proud of you, you should be proud of yourself too
JERK
NO. You haven’t heard me.
Words don’t flow like they use to,
Movements don’t bloom like they use to,
Moments don’t fly like they use to.
You don’t even know the beginning of it.
Chances? Won’t let me take them.
Laughter, you know it so very well.
Mocking is second nature.
JERK-
Oh wait, that’s me.
I’m sorry, was it something you thought?
You contort your body like it's written in your code,
Come hear me hiss. Fear not, I don’t bite- Waiting for your calculated strike.
reading a book is not enough i need to embroider the words on my lungs
thank you to trees and also rain
never related to authors being like "childhood is such a blessed innocent time", catch me with that jane eyre shit like "such dread as children only can feel" and "I then sat with my doll on my knee til the fire got low, glancing round occasionally to make sure nothing worse than myself haunted the shadowy room"
It’s crazy how low self-worth fucks with peoples lives
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Words[poetry, flash fiction, novels] and worlds from a writer called Lu. I sometimes post my photography.
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