#prose poem
I still have nights when I think of you,
And I
Can’t
Fucking
Breathe.
-b.m.
Will I ever find someone
Who gives their all
To me too?
-b.m.
You take my breath away in the worst way,
Leaving me gasping for air.
-b.m.
You light me up-
But unlike his cigarettes,
My fire is never put out.
b.m.
I love the way you look
In your uniform, with your smoothed face.
But most of all-
I love the way you look
In nothing at all, with me tight in your embrace.
b.m.
Sweet boy,
You’re worth it all.
You’re worth the longing for your touch,
And the craving for your embrace.
I wish to feel your lips on mine again,
But I know I have to wait.
So I will wait for you.
b.m.
You’re worth the distance that will be between us,
But not if you’re already distant while we’re so close.
b.m.
Coeur Silence Radio
et de son absence
qui se remplissait si bien
la pièce de vide, mon coeur de rien,
que lorsque de nouvelles choses apparurent
je n'eu plus de place pour les disposer.
ce vide occupait une place, il est vrai
pour qu'un jour peut être, réapparaisse
tout ce qui m'avait manqué jusqu'ici.
jour après jour, qui se ternit…
lors de mes songes , il m'arrive de penser
Oh mais est-t-il vrai
que lors de ces baisers
j'eus l'envie irréfutable
d'être là de façon immanquable ?
de le chérir et l'aimer
autant de toute mon âme
et d'enlever les souvenirs infâmes
de le soutenir éperdument
pour qu'enfin aucun tourment
ne hante notre amour si intense
qui il est vrai autrefois
était de sa beauté rare
un rêve éveillé pour moi
- menthaleau
Sometimes heartbreak isn’t experienced just from losing a lover; sometimes it’s at 3 in the morning and you miss your best friend that you don’t talk to anymore, sometimes it’s when you see a picture of a place you used to live in but you’re very far from it now, sometimes it’s from the stories and poems you read and hear about or when you miss the taste of a home-cooked meal. The human heart is so strong yet so fragile because although it is made of muscle we see and hear and listen and feel and love a bit too much about everything.
People talk about trying new things out all the time and there’s nothing wrong with that; but what about going back to our old stuff? The comfort shows we watch when we’re tired and drained, that specific song we listen to when we’re sad; a book that’s been reread so many times it cover is battered and the spine broken. Sometimes when we go back to the old things we notice what we didn’t before; a background vocal in a song; a quote that hits differently now. Sometimes going back to what we love isn’t so bad.
It’s harder to take the easier path. When you’re living in a society that encourages grind culture. it’s harder for people to choose the easier path because we’re afraid of how society will view us as ‘weak’. But just because you took the easy way out doesn’t mean that you’re giving up; sometimes taking the easy way out means being kind to yourself and putting yourself first, it means patience to gain the strength to do what you want.
Hey guys I’m going to be moving my content primarily to YouTube since the changes for creators on Tumblr. I don’t really care for what is happening to the platform too much. I do hope you consider following me on this journey still. Thank you all so much.
Every artist has been told not to be an artist by the person who damaged them enough to become an artist.
wonder we go when we die
“i’m sorry if you touch my heart and find the scar tissue;
there used to be a thorn there
i’m sorry if the prick is like a diabetics reading; there used to be a thorn there.”
- words for us
“acceptance is more than just applauding the parts of yourself that you find beautiful and endearing, it’s about acknowledging the ugly parts that exist to you too. it’s about finding peace in who you are regardless of your flaws and the mistakes you’ve made.”
— iambrillyant
“accepting myself fully. even the undesirable parts and corners of myself i don’t like to visit. accepting the parts of myself still learning, the ones that play small out of trauma or conditioning. accepting myself, good and bad, high and low, unconditionally.”
— iambrillyant
“a lack of boundaries invites in a lack of respect. a lack of boundaries welcomes in a lack of honesty with yourself. a lack of boundaries accepts where they decide to view you instead where of you actually view yourself.”
— iambrillyant
