“Come Alive In My Eyes Of Lost Infinities.”

A Call

I felt the need to call you.

.

You had promised me.

But it seems I was only dreaming.

The abysmal dark threatens to swallow me.

To dampen my whispered calling.

You had vowed to come to me.

“Anytime”, you said, “you shall ever need me.”

The promise lies broken I fathom.

You should be here by now

But it seems that you won’t ever come.

I don’t fear my fall for I can rise up to move again.

But what about your promises that stay broken?

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~ aranya

“Abandonment does not hurt me. It is the beauty of memories that ache my heart.”

_ S. K. S

Poetry and quotes to me.. is a way to express the more sensual parts of my soul. I mean, like.. they are an intimate part of my being and they say things I wouldn’t be able to otherwise. Whether it’s your writing or mine.. we share that bond, that connection.. our souls intertwined because we are the same in that moment. You and I. All through some words scribbled on some paper or on a screen.. it doesn’t matter where. It just matters that it comes from the heart. So keep expressing yourself by writing and keep touching the hearts of the world.. and keep touching mine..

Poetry and quotes touch me right here *pointing to chest* - Eue

Jocelyn Flores

I never really obtained the privilege to see or meet the wonderful soul that makes this beautiful tunes yet after knowing of your death my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Even on this present day your music, evokes a nostalgic feeling in me as if I had known you or been with you before. I wonder why and how is it possible to feel such a deep connection with someone simply through music. Your death was a tragic one, how I wish you were still with us. Rest easy Jah

I didn’t know growing up would be this hard. If only giving up was one of life’s options, I could’ve chosen it for a million times. But it wasn’t and never will it be. I just hope and pray each night that when another day arrives, I’ll come to learn how to deal with life.

juanlucio (via wnq-writers)

Exchange by Bryson Tiller will always hold an exclusively special place in my heart. Currently patiently waiting for Serenity

“I don’t care where it ends, let it begin.”

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“How great exactly is the difference between the self you are and the self you present to the world…and what creates the gap?”

— (via michaelbogild)

When will you realize that you and I belong together

We may be toxic for one another but living another day with you is painful

The pain eats me away day by day

The moons calls to me at night, reflecting all our memories

The frosty cold night breeze prickles through my skin, reminding me of our romantic walks by the park and how you kissed me breathlessly as if I was your oxygen