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Poetry is when a heart aches of love, pure genuine love, an offspring of happiness. It is when tears run down your cheeks due to the amount of love one can feel. it allows you a moment of pure ecstasy, so hypnotic to the eye of one who has once felt that pure love. Poetry is art. Art that creates ethereal imagery in your heart, and mind.
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I haven’t seen you in a while. Oh, how I miss your smile. Sometimes I start to pick up the phone to dial, but I haven’t seen you in a while. One day our paths my cross again. You’ll see all these roses that have begun to pile. Until then I will hope and pray for you, my love. It’s all I can do. I haven’t seen you in a while.
J.c.A
Empty Vessel
I’m empty.
I’ve given everything I have in me.
I don’t wait or truly ask for anything in return.
But now I have nothing left for me.
Not a drop has been added to my vessel.
And I’m alone and thirsty.
Desperate for some kind of sign that someone still cares.
I try not to ask for anything in return.
It’s not who I am.
But here I am.
Empty and alone.
If I ask now, I’m desperate.
If I’d asked then, I’ve lost my altruism.
They are content to watch me shrivel and dry up.
Their vessels are filled.
They may have some to spare, but none for me.
I’m not worthy.
I never was.
No amount of myself was ever worth one drop of return from them.
Yet I gave anyway.
I was worried they might one day thirst, they might need extra.
But they move on, filled to the brim.
Forgetting about the empty lonely vessel.
I collect dust.
Maybe even get knocked off the shelf and broken into a million pieces.
Not a piece returns a memory of me.
The one who gave her last drop,
To make him happy.
And if ever
I failed
to love you
at your worst,
I am sorry
for maybe
that’s when
I am also
trying
to look for
the best in me.
Have you seen it? //ma.c.a
hoodie season i’ve missed you so much
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
all we need is hope, not war
children of the world pj
by valentini mavrodoglou
Heading to her new home
“There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.”
— Emery Allen (via wordsnquotes)
Poetry is when your heart speaks,
Resonates through,
My heart listens,
Spills out words in response,
Your heart smiles.
- DG
Lana 💙🌹
“I want to fall in love with every single piece of you, the soft ones ,but also the hard ones. I want to know the real you : your pretty side,but also the dark side. I want to be by your side when you lose control, when you’re sad,when you’re happy, when you’re a dreamer. Every part of you belongs to me , I want to know it and I want to love it . For short I want to love you.”
— @maraa14
I listened to Bukowski this morning, and I realized my writing is not raw enough, angry enough, drunk enough; I even drink red wine instead of cheap beer. I detest cigarettes, never served in war, or roamed the streets looking to settle on the bed of some dude’s crude floor. I’m too feminine, too much an inherent believer in the quality of people. My heart is adversely set against his heretical ways. I’ve never been stabbed in the back by love, or if I have, I pulled the prick out years ago, and time and forgiveness have sealed the scar over. I might have even forgotten where the wounds are buried. I never carved mistakes out of people, stole time in self destruction, stared into the holes of another’s deceit. I’m not modern enough to be a true angst-filled American poet. I don’t possess the tongue to squeeze lemon over my open lesions letting them ooze into a glass I pour out as charity for the masses. Come, let me sacrifice hopelessness for the voyeurs. No, I only know to write of the way his lips taste the soft worlds within my seascape, the slant of patchwork light filtering through the hallway window, jewel-toned shells that satiate my harlequin heart. I only know of simple subjects; I’ve somehow been denied the stench or overlooked the cracked places harboring broken bottles and blood-stained lips. Does that make me any less a poet, I wonder.
upon reading Bukowski//
Rhapsodyinblue45
4.8.18
Be kind to what mother nature has given us. Be gentle with animals. Be compassionate to every living being, as we are not all that different, at all.
some words I made. (via peachyvegans)
Randomly hearing your song on the radio is more satisfying then playing it directly from your phone (source)
(Yellow Days)
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)
babeee <3
クロネコうしろー！ #モノクロじゃありません
Sometimes I just think depression’s one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there’s so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.
Ned Vizzini (via quotemadness)