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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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Going home to Andromeda. 
And in four billion years,  when the milky way and their lover, their beloved  Andromeda meet- the billions of years spent apart and the four billion years in journey will all be worth the collision  because the light that’ll be birthed the light that will sizzle through them  at each other's touch  will be brighter  and more divine  than any other ever seen  simply because  a love that can be loved from afar  is the love that can convince a heart  that a love that burns brighter than stars was worth the time spent apart. And though I shall not live to see it  I know that these two lovers will fare well  and I take pride in telling their story  before it has happened.   
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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We were drifting apart; pieces of wood, we were once royals like a great ship we stood. But we were only ever made to bend and to break and those who only learn to split what bonds can they make? And in a sea, after dark we watched ourselves drift apart. And neither, for the fear of cold moved their tongues, so no truth was told. And you watched me drift with saddened eyes. I know your expression mirrors mine.
                              ---A tale of best friends that grew apart.
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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No.
It means that you’ve felt the pain
You’ve lived the struggle
you’ve seen the rain
you’ve seen the silence
you’ve seen the scars...
but you’re brilliant like the blinding stars.
you brought countless smiles to life
to someone, you put the sun in the sky
and I know we wilt, and we curl and we die
but all our beautiful moments are infinite.
Before death, there was life,
And life is what balances death out
So if you’ve got life
You should be proud 
For without you, how would the dark be neutralised?
We balance out death with life
Like the stars balance the dark sky.
The universal truth about life:
“And then you die”.
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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Mountains, rivers, trees Clouds, oceans, valleys days spent in cars  scenes go by like the hours. The warmth of a hidden golden wood the crunch of a stick under my foot  the heat of a ray of sun filtered through a canopy  the vivid green of moss growing on a birch  the sound of water flowing over rocks the earthy smell of the rain on loose dirt the rustle of the leaves screaming life  the grace of autumn kissed trees filtering colours like prisms  the thrill of moments spent in the mountain air and the thought of all the years spent locked in our homes- unaware of all the happiness that was waiting for us to find it- elsewhere. 
                                --Elsewhere. 
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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omh thank you guys haha ilysm!
One of a kind 
alone in a sky full of stars
in a dark freezing night 
I sit and admire you for hours. 
Because everybody leaves-
the clouds and the breeze
but you’re always here-
you stay, you see
me at my best
me at my worst
a constant companion 
one I can trust. 
And of course, you have
your own dark side
but I’m thankful
that you are accepting 
of mine. 
You are the glow 
from which my spirit is born 
without which I’d sit here 
listless and worn.
You give me your light
on the darkest of night 
and I reflect it like broken glass
because you make me bright. 
one about the Moon for @shamelessvoidofemotions
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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Could you write a poem about the void, maybe bottled up emotions or the moon? Thank you in advance!
Hey! Sorry for the mini hiatus that I took. The poem about the moon is up! The poem about the Void has been queued and will be up in a while! I’m currently working on a poem about bottles up emotions and that will be put up in a couple of hours too. Want a poem written for you? Put your requests in the ask and I will get to them as soon as I can. (Btw, I do happy poems too, I just seem to get dark requests! XD)
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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One of a kind 
alone in a sky full of stars
in a dark freezing night 
I sit and admire you for hours. 
Because everybody leaves-
the clouds and the breeze
but you’re always here-
you stay, you see
me at my best
me at my worst
a constant companion 
one I can trust. 
And of course, you have
your own dark side
but I’m thankful
that you are accepting 
of mine. 
You are the glow 
from which my spirit is born 
without which I’d sit here 
listless and worn.
You give me your light
on the darkest of night 
and I reflect it like broken glass
because you make me bright. 
one about the Moon for @shamelessvoidofemotions
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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In response to all the requests for a poem about Eating Disorders,
First of all, Eating Disorders are serious issues. I respect anyone who has an eating disorder and I pray for your recovery. You are strong and better days will come. I myself do not have an eating disorder (I wrote this poem based on my research), but I have been asked to write a poem about it at least 4 times on this blog. If you have an issue with this poem please personal message me and I will take it down (I’m only human!) Having said that, this poem has a happy ending and isn’t too dark at all. BUT if you are triggered by certain references, do not read further. Instead, you can read my other poems: Counting Backwards | Where are you, Diana? | Demented | Words | I’ll always have the Sky | (I just want y’all to be happy!!!)
If you or a loved one need treatment for any other type of eating disorder, take this as a sign and please please go to BULIMIA.COM and find the helpline for your area. 
(Enjoy the poem!)
My brain overpowers my needs and makes me hate the person I see in the mirror, peering back at me.
The burn of the water, after it goes down my throat I’m craving perfection, but I don’t know
Why this doesn’t feel right. proteins, electrolytes constantly at war; every moment a fight.
Morning- just coffee- 4 calories I won’t binge today, so no worries, Lunch- half an apple- 26 calories No double digits allowed- there’s 15 in green leaves.
I stare at walls empty for days hunger gnaws inside I wither away.
And when I’ve had my fill imagine my relief and then I send out down the drain- treat it like disease.
One single meal consumed in a week do you see what I see? collar bones and compliments throwing up- hours on end.
Remind myself, A, for Apple B, for bones, C, for calories, D, for… Don’t. Don’t do this. I won’t. I won’t do this. Not anymore.
Dear brain, I disagree. What you’re doing here isn’t me. Don’t have to starve, don’t have to die, I disagree and this is goodbye.
Goodbye to not eating goodbye to the pain goodbye to hurting and to weighing scales.
Goodbye to self-hatred goodbye to starving nights goodbye to giving reasons goodbye to counting bites. Goodbye to the pain. A new door has opened and you’ll never see me here again.
requested by @coralsheart
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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hello there!! recently started following & i love your poetry :) in response to your recent post.. could you write about nature, loss, and/or eating disorders? just some things that are on my mind aha, would love to see new perspectives in writing on any of these topics.
Hello! thank you for the compliments! okay, let me go ahead and write about those things. Someone (like 3 other people) already asked me to write about Eating Disorders and I did some research on it and I’ll be putting the poem up in an hour or so. 
If anyone reading this is battling an ED, please, please, go ahead and contact BULIMIA.COM . They will help you out. Take this as a sign, and contact them. Wishing you all the best. 
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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He blew out a puff of smoke- Turned to me, said “I love cigarettes” “I know, I can tell” “I’m not no-man’s-land… You can tread” “what would you do if I tried?” “I’d happily waste your time” He takes my hand and leads me out. My mind screams “turn around! Save yourself! Walk out!” But transfixed, I follow him. I know he’s evil; his being is sin But when he looks at me I fall in.
Fallen as I do, I become lost in his trenches surviving for dear life I must be careful of the many dangerous mines. He guides me where he pleases commands me where I go when I ask if it’s safe to step he never tells me no. I am playing with death here gambling my fragile skin no armour to protect me no sense to reel me in for he has blinded me by sight veiled me by mind my heart was already his bespelled me as he did. Now here I am breathing a fantasy desperate for the lie I could not help but want even though it’s killing me inside. I guess that makes us the doomed pair the infamous tale the warning sign of what happens when you give in to your vice.
- A Wisp of Smoke and An Enchanted Soul
Drifting & Endless
A lovely collaboration with the inspiring @drifting-poetess
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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Counting Backwards
Ten.  Knuckles meet cheek. She tastes the blood on her tongue. Vision blurs at the corners. 
Nine. Face slammed onto the linoleum; a spray of red leaves her mouth; a single tooth skitters across the counter. 
Eight. A fist in her hair, ripping strands from their roots, pulled and twisted till they come loose. A scalp crusted in drying blood. 
Seven. Ribs painted in bruises. Blue and purple and black- like dying twilight, like coming night.
Six. Staring at the ceiling, helpless soul screaming, tired mind reeling. Broken heart bleeding. 
Five. Worn, bruised muscle lifts her up. Fear chokes up her throat. Scared yet determined, she reaches for the phone.
Four.  Blue and red lights come twinkling down the road, to take away the monster who was supposed to be her own.
Three.  The monster’s in a cage. A slow smile on her face; just a phone call and freedom found its way. 
Two.  She packs her bag; locks the doors of hell, leaves it like that. 
One.  Takes a deep breath and turns away, ready to hold the keys to her own fate. 
Zero.  She walks down the road, steps leaving the past behind; the bruises have discolored; eyes ready to see a new light. 
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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Okay. Could you please compose a poem with, "Where are you, Diana?" as the subject? I just want to see what it says.
Always so good at hide-and-seek
disappearing acts performed frequently;
Walk in with the drizzle
leave with the rain
gift me this bitter-sweet feeling
and the pain.
But you are a wanderess-
Your home is the sky
your deity the wind
and so you fly.
And in the morning I wake up
with empty arms
and you’re always gone
long before the alarm.
And this is why, sometimes, I’m afraid to fall asleep
but my Diana will be back, something tells me.
My Christopher Columbus
Marco polo
and Aphra Behn
My darling Diana’s my beginning and my end.
If all the world’s a low
Her arms are a high;
My beautiful Diana will always be my favourite rhyme.
She only comes once a month
and spends a night or two
then slips out unheard
before the sky lightens its hue.
Oh, Diana,
My Diana,
Where are you?
            ---Where areyou, Diana? Love, S.
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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I’m all sorts of crazy
Demented and hazy
And have moods too many
For a world colorblind.
I eat petals off flowers
And stay up to the wee hours
Sing with the birds
And dance all night.
I smile at rainbows
And dream of meadows
And frolic thorough valleys
And greet the sky.
Flowers grow in my veins
And I hum away the pain
And the world realises-
I’ll never cry again.
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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Wow your poetry is absolutely amazing 🖤 Hope you have a great day 🌼
ohmygodd thank you so much! this is just the sweetest thing! and I absolutely love your work!! 
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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(Here’s a poem that expresses how I feel about my baby sister growing up.)
 In the eye of my mind
I travel back
Through time,
Go back
To that old house
Made of music,
And carefree- ness,
And candle light,
And sunlight through the windows,
And love,
And new beginnings.
I go back
And I look at you-
Not the big-girl you,
The little one.
The flashback version-
Who danced around in her PJs,
Who laughed at everything,
Who thought all the cars in the world
Belonged to everyone,
Who thought that she’d grow up
And grow small again
And grow up
And grow small again.
I go back,
Look at you
And hold on
For dear life.
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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Hi,can you send a private message please, I don’t know why I can’t send a message to you. P.s. I LOVE so much your poetry.❤️❤️
OMG and i love you, you wonderful person who just randomly decided to make my day! 
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drifting-poetess · 6 years
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the elements!
tagged by @noonymoon​ ♡ thank you!
rules: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations.
EARTH: I wear glasses • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan • I have an excellent sense of time • My humour is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life
FIRE: I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls • I play an organised sport • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favourite season • My radio is always playing
AIR: I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me
WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past midnight most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colours, not words
AETHER: I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally
i tag: @dakotawils4851 @mynameislizzyyy @the-dark-web @kindofgotaboatproblem @bonewrites @ritingandwreading
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