#life poem
“I couldn’t be more fucked up if I tried, - I would kill myself but I’ve already died.”
Original by RumourTalks
You live, you laugh,
You hope, you try.
You do your best,
And then you die.
If you live your life,
then props to you.
But i can’t do the things normal people do.
What do normal people do?
Original poetry by RumourTalks
I’ve lost my words these days. They’re somewhere stuck in my soul, sleeping away. I hope I’ll be able to bleed them out soon, and let the red ink fill the pages. Let the truth be spilled, and be turned into poetry, into purpose. Until then I will stare at blank space, let my emotions take me to wherever they hide. We’ll find them soon and come alive.
Isabel Cabrera // at a loss for words
Grief,
is a bird that swoops in during the witching hour,
perches on your window sill,
and sings a shallow song that will never be enough.
is a river that stops flowing,
reaches a standstill,
all the life that was once there dies.
is a cloudless sky,
so blue it hurts to look at,
so the curtains close and covers come up.
is a crumbled heart,
like shortbread when you bite into it and everything breaks apart,
but not nearly as sweet.
is the changing of season,
earth tilts on its axis,
nothing will ever be the same.
- Venus de Roux
“Teach your children that their words are much stronger than their fists will ever be.”
The bruises no one will see
“Never try to cage a girl with eyeliner that sharp.”
Venus de Roux
It left a hole in my heart for better things to come.
You weren’t worthy of me (pt. 2)
A part of me died that day when I told myself, “There are greater things in life than the love of a single man.”
You weren’t worthy of me (pt. 1)
The kind of girl who drives 30 miles over the limit when she’s alone, and 10 under when you’re there.
You’re the sweetest thing in this world
“Back then all I wanted to be was yours.”
They asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up
I look into my morning coffee and think, the only thing darker was the look in your eyes, the reflection of your soul, when you looked at me.
Venus de Roux
I had never been to a funeral before November. Now, come January I’ll have been to two.
-I wish I could remind you that I love you both and I always will
What do you see when you look up at the sky?
Do you see an infinite universe that stretches farther than the human mind can comprehend?
Do you see a blank canvas marked and personalized by an artist’s paint?
Do you see a story behind the stars illuminating the darkness?
Do you see a world of unending possibilities?
Or do you merely see an ordinary sky, with no life of its own?
Do you see clouds that are only clouds?
Stars that are only stars?
A reality too far from our own to be of significance?
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I want to write about the things and feelings I felt too guilty to write about before. The times I felt broken, the times I felt I didn’t get what I deserved. But I didn’t want to admit it. Not to myself, not to anyone else. It’s okay to admit people aren’t perfect…it’s okay to let them go. I knew, if I admitted all these things, I’d have to face reality. That the people I love and adore, the reality of who they are is not equal to my opinion of them. I didn’t want to say that before, I wouldn’t even let myself think it. But I want to grow and mature, thrive, become the person I want to be. And I can’t do that if I can’t even be honest with myself.
MK Ireland #274 : guilty thoughts
The love I have for you is bigger than anything I’ve come to know in this lifetime.
S.A // It might swallow me whole, and I’m okay with that.
I can’t remember a time I didn’t love him.
S.A // Conversations About Love #12
“If I’m gonna be a mess I’m gonna be a colourful one. I’m gonna be a mess of confetti and streamers; a mess of life and laughter and music and happiness. Because you are going to be a mess, that we have no choice over.
But what kind of mess you want to be is in your hands.”
S.A // The Magic Is In The Mess
