#poemoftheday

Something about

this time

made my bones feel different

as if they sat inside me

a little lighter,

and held me together

a little tighter.

Sweet sister,

you’ve known me longer

than anyone.

Intertwined yet-

visibly divided,

we’d been on different planets

while under one roof.

See for what I think

Spreading words

That never come out

See for what I think

An encrypted book

With its words fallen out

See for what I think

Therefore you’ll see me

Because I’m standing here

In silence but not within

•Liziane Passig•

i wish i was a little older

just enough to make me more wanted

i wish i was a little prettier

just enough so you would love me back

i wish i was infinite

just enough so you could never say i wasn’t enough

i crave you in the night

i twist and turn, but i cannot sleep until morning light

how am i supposed to fix what broken beyond repair

all i can see are your brown eyes and dark hair

i want you in my arms

and that dream keeps me sleeping through my alarms

please, i need you here

i am fading away

and that’s my greatest fear

im dying

and my parents dont think that im trying

forgiveness is hard when youre the one to blame

i was just a pawn in my own stupid game

they dont watch out for kids like us at all

theyre praying for our downfall

its not getting better

but its warm in my sweater

fading like a dying star

because i finally know who you are

eat me whole, it’ll do me a favor

i’ll admit it, im no savior

Lumière liquide

il y a cette folie qui s'émane.

Hors de la bougie, elle éclaire l'obscurité.

Au fond du gouffre, elle ne fane

S'emparer de nous, pour mieux régner.

Encore une fois, toujours plus fort,

Les nouvelles lueurs s'évaporent.

A l'état liquide, elles pouvaient persister.

Mais encore, cette brume devenue,

A pu, plus ou moins, nous sauver.

Face à toi, je me retrouve à nu,

Et que devenir parmi ces leurs, ces couleurs ?

Ses mots n'ont de cesse de me hanter.

Ils frappent plus fort encore,

Encore une fois, toujours plus fort,

Que les nouvelles lueurs, qui s'évaporent.

- menthaleau

I hate that moment when my anger suddenly turns to tears.

And it is in the dark of the night that the real monsters make their way, take off their masks and face their own nightmares.

I think sad people always try to make people happy. Because they know what it is like to feel completely useless and they don’t want anyone else to feel that way.

Closing in on oneself remains one of the most livable winters, after all.

I can forgive you so many things, except what you knew would hurt me and you did it anyway.

-Charles Bukowski