Sometimes it feels easier to just leave

Cut people out of your life the second they cross you

Never let anyone get too close

Look out for yourself and let everyone else do whatever it is they do.

It’s also lonely going through life by yourself

So worried about others that you end up locked away in your room every night

Wondering if anyone will ever actually know who you really are instead of the person you pretend to be.

To my love

Thank you for always being by my side

When everyone in my life would leave me

I knew I could always trust you

And that gives me hope for a better future

One where we can be happy

I know I haven’t always treated you with kindness

You’ve seen parts of me that no one else has, yet you still want me to be happy

You want me to be a better me

I love you

So from me to me…

Please be my Valentine

I’ve been tossed from the road I once was on

The path before me is paved with uncertainties

My mind is lost in a labyrinth of turmoil

Now all that I know is nothing at all

I’ve decided to go to war.

Not with anyone in particular but with my life.

For too long I have just followed life wherever it led me,

My life took away friends, family, and opportunities from me all while I was too busy being at war with what what going on in my own head.

Now, the fear, anxiety, and depression I have that were once my enemy have issued a treaty.

And we are going to take back my life,

Together.

Why does the sun set?

The night lasts so much longer then the day.

Even though I know the sun will always come back,

The night frightens me.

As the darkens creeps in I lose sight of the future.

This all encompassing darkness hiding me from my loved ones and passions.

Still, at any moment, I know, the sun will rise.

So I will be patient, and have hope knowing that soon sunshine will wash over me again.

jimin moodboard

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one lazy summer day….

Man muss den Dingen die eigene,

stille ungestörte Entwicklung lassen,

die tief von innen kommt.

Und durch nichts gedrängt oder

beschleunigt werden kann,

alles ist austragen –

und dann gebären…

…man muss Geduld haben

mit dem Ungelösten im Herzen,

und versuchen,

die Fragen selber lieb zu haben,

wie verschlossene Stuben,

und wie Bücher,

die in einer sehr fremden

Sprache geschrieben sind.

Es handelt sich darum, alles zu leben.

Wenn man die Fragen lebt,

You have to let things develop their own,

lebt man vielleicht allmählich,

ohne es zu merken,

eines fremden Tages in die Antworten hinein.

Rainer Maria Rilke

I love this poem, but I don’t know if it sounds as beautiful in English….

astraldemise:

one-whole-rat:

astraldemise:

do you think the process of metamorphosis hurts ? does the transforming creature inside the pupa understand whats happening to it ? do you think theyre scared ? do you think theyre afraid ?

this is so metal and most would call this poetry but reasonably i know from being on this hellsite long enough that you’re just gay and really into bugs

By the light of the morning

I bow my head to pray

Feel her spirit

It invokes me

As i worship where she lays.

f4iryl1ght5:

i love you 3(000)

let me say
three words, then
i’ll leave you

these three words
might cause earth
to crumble down

these three words
might create more
damage than repairing

these three words
contain my very
essence and being

these three words
hold the weight
of three thousand

are you ready?
okay? okay… okay.
i love you

So, I searched for you

in the attic of my mind

only to find dust.

-k.d.d.

*Μα οι άνθρωποι που αγαπήθηκαν δεν ξεχνιούνται

-Απομυθοποιούνται

-Μισιούνται

*Μέχρι να βρουν την δύναμη να αγαπηθούν ξανά

_κανένας_

Κοιτά που φτάσαμε σε Αποξηραμένες εποχές με κρύα ανοιξιάτικα χέρια να ακουμπας φθινοπωρινές καρδιές και να ονειρευεσαι καλοκαιρινά πεφταστέρια..!

_κανένας_

Ότι δεν σου είπα, πάντα θα με πνίγουν

Κοιμήσου το αστέρι μας δεν φώτισε ακόμα

Λίγο η θάλασσα και ο ήλιος

Λίγο τα αστερια και ο ουρανός

Φεγγάρι να δεις θα σμίξουν

Ότι δεν κατάφερε ο καιρός

Καληνυχτα φωτιά (μου)

_κανένας_

And that scares me a lot..

Read the entire tea poemnow.

Sassy Chocolate Poem to Brighten Your Day!

Indulge yourself into this chocolaty poem to have a sweet and chocolaty day!

It is good

Dear brain,

Can you please stop picturing him in moments where he isn’t present?

Louder

I can’t hear you.

Your voice is a whisper.

I’m waiting so patiently,

For some kind of direction.

Every time you speak your words,

I cannot hear a single thing,

Only see.

How long must I wait?

Life feels directionless.

Your guidance comes through action.

Would speaking not be easier?

Tell us our purpose.

Living cannot just be for the hell of it.

Maybe that’s it.

There is no purpose.

Things just happen because they can.

And that’s probably more terrifying,

Then the existence of a creator.

Because then,

It’s all meaningless.

Louder

I can’t hear you.

Your voice is a whisper.

I’m waiting so patiently,

For some kind of direction.

Every time you speak your words,

I cannot hear a single thing,

Only see.

How long must I wait?

Life feels directionless.

Your guidance comes through action.

Would speaking not be easier?

Tell us our purpose.

Living cannot just be for the hell of it.

Maybe that’s it.

There is no purpose.

Things just happen because they can.

And that’s probably more terrifying,

Then the existence of a creator.

Because then,

It’s all meaningless.

Privilege

I used to look at others,

Knowing they lived a peachy keen life.

The surface is often nuclear.

The symbol of status which must;

By any means,

Be achieved.

What I’ve come to realise,

Is that these appearances are thinly veiled.

Privilege isn’t a blanket term.

Where one has it,

Another doesn’t.

And vice versa.

There’s struggles within everyone,

Beneath the mask we wear.

Each experience unique,

Never equivalent,

Yet it’s treated as so.

Why do we continue?

To shroud ourselves in a sheer disguise.

It doesn’t benefit us,

Only the systems we live in.

I tried to lift the curtain,

Cuts, bruises and scars on full display.

Society booed me off stage,

Instead of helping,

They closed the curtain.

Extract from my poem ‘Why?’

Domestic Abuse

Sometimes there’s no out.

Sometimes they are worthless.

Sometimes kicking them out in the street,

Is as good as a death sentence for them.

How can we get rid of them,

Without stooping to their level?

Without inciting fear and pain for them?

You’d think by now,

All compassion and empathy would have diminished.

No.

It’s the only thing,

That will keep me human.

The only thing,

That will keep me in the light.

You crossed a line today,

One that you can never come back from.

Slowly, my humanity is fading.

The only issue,

It’s not happening fast enough.

I would rather burn,

Than be like you.

Extract from my poem Dissociation. All poetry is on my blog

Everyday I wake up

I hope something will change

But all I see is more lines on my face

The demons are laughing at the angels

That are supposed to protect me

Time passes by

There is only decay

All of my prayers keep running away

The darkness has depression

And there is no escape

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I was searching

For the perfect one

But his imperfections

Were what made me fall in love

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