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coffeexxcigarettes · 2 days
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When We Share The Moon
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Opposites attract,
They told me.
And I'd click my tongue in disapproval.
Yet I found myself drawn to your darkness,
Entranced by the absence of sunlight,
The kind I seemed to be born of.
Your starlight glitters on my skin,
Like cooling waves against my fire,
And I could drink a glass full of you-
And still find myself dehydrated;
Needing more.
I'm not sure if what they say is true,
Nothing in life is absolute
Or certain,
Except I feel most like myself-
I seem to like myself the most,
When I somehow end up beside you.
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You know I hate cigarettes…
I can’t ever breathe.
I hate the smell of them.
You can’t ever get the stench out.
you’re car, clothing or even your hair.
But you know when it comes to you,
I love you.
I feel like I can always get a breath of fresh air.
I love the smell of your jacket,
And the night we drove around in your car
I can ever get those memories out,
Even your clothing or even your hair.
It’s stronger than cigarettes…
.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.
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poems-to-read · 1 month
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Pimpinella Anisum
You made me swallow
Your
Hatred
How much everything
I wanted
To do It was picking flowers.
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Second part of 8.
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senpiecakes · 1 year
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A lil sumn that rotted my brain for a while.
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scaredofmyvoice · 7 months
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I'm used to walking behind people,
When the sidewalk's too small for us all.
I'm used to walking behind people,
I now do it all the time without a single thought at all.
If I walk behind them, I won't loose sight of them
If I walk behind them, I wont be abandoned then.
Because all I have to do is keep up my pace
Because all I have to see are footprints to trace.
I feel awkward when I'm in front of them
I feel out of place when I walk side by side
I feel lonely when I hear conversations behind me
I feel nervous when either side I see their eyes on me, keen.
But if I'm behind, people don't usually mind.
This is why I don't know how to react
Now that she stops and pulls me to walk with her.
This is why I feel guilty and undeserving
When she gets behind me to walk,
When the sidewalk's a narrow slot.
That shouldn't be done by someone like you, i think
You should be in the front laughing and talking.
Tagging along, trying to piece together what the rest are saying at a distance,
That should be done by someone like me.
-scaredofmyvoice
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lycheeteeni · 14 days
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Deserve Better
In shadows deep, I sought a light,
A love to mend, to set things right.
But found instead a hollow stare,
A heart unmoved, a soul laid bare.
Deserve I do, a love sincere,
A hand to hold, a listening ear.
Not one who turns from truth's embrace,
But meets my gaze with equal grace.
For I am worthy, strong and true,
Deserve a love that honors too.
No longer bound by hollow dance,
I seek the one who takes a chance.
In silent yearning, I proclaim,
I deserve better, not the same.
A love that's pure, a love that's free,
A love that sees and honors me.
JI
04-12-24
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maxdamax · 10 months
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grieving memories
there's something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold, without finding another memory to fit the molde.
thinking about something that once meant so much, a memory which felt as if we were feeling everything, somehow, doesn’t even cause a single tear to gush, what else can we do except for making more tears rush?
others grieve the people they loose, maybe some people grieve the love, many may grieve nothing but the lust. i sometimes grieve the memories i could have made, which sit in some parallel universe collecting dust, for what can we do apart from grieving what we must?
how do we know what to grieve in the first place? what we had or what could have been? who they were or who they could have been? lives they changed or lives they could have changed? who they love or who they could have loved?
do we miss the memories which were or could have been, or the person that created them? which one is right? for which one should we fight?”
by me (based on a poem by Gillian Flynn)
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yulia-inferis · 4 months
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Online Musings
You think everything I say is a form of real life
But every single day, a churn a new lie
That I'm never that ok when, in fact, Im doing fine
Im always on your trail when I sense your covert signs
Everything's a game when it comes to online
With everyone displayed as another friend to write
I use my art today, so I never have to find
A reason to displace your life between the lines
I'd hide you where you came: In actual plain sight
And I'd walk inside your cage of self-imposed crimes
I'd convince you to stay in your shackles of guilt tonight
And throw away the key as I said my last goodbye
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soulicrhythms · 1 year
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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense.
-Rumi, from A Great Wagon, translated by Coleman Barks
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thedarkmaidenn · 17 days
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Poetry Prompt: I know you’re wrong for me, but still, here I am
He was a Pisces Sun, a Scorpio Moon. He just felt like water to me. He was easy to get lost in and I nearly drowned in our lust that I confused for love. There was a time where I was certain I’d burn for him forever, but it turned out that I was the only one fighting to keep our fire alive. His waves were too big and he never felt the need to control them. When he’d wash our fire away, I’d quickly start up a new one, until one day I realized I had run out of fuel. My tank was on E, and I would never burn for him ever again.
When I left, I left him with a version of myself that I know longer recognized. He swallowed her whole, and I’m grateful that he did. I wouldn’t have been able to become a woman if that version of me still existed.
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andianne · 1 year
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coffeexxcigarettes · 1 month
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Flambe
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Go on and worship me.
I'll let the flames
Ignite and swallow me whole.
I'll burn from the inside,
With a smile,
Watch me take control.
Try not to be surprised,
When you see how fast I change.
You think you know all about fire,
But I burn hotter in the rain.
x
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smittywit · 6 months
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The Divine woman of my dreams took your face.
Declared me her aphrodisiac & devoured me in a bed full of Aphrodite flowers.
Beautiful. Despite all of this, I wake thinking of you.
- Smitty’Wit
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godsfavdarling · 2 days
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At night, when I lie in bed, More often than not, All I can think about is love.
I imagine how it would feel, What would it be like To hold someone else's hand, To feel them squeezing mine, And to squeeze theirs in return.
Often, these thoughts bring tears, For there's nothing I desire more. More often than not, it's all I want, All I've ever wanted.
I often ponder what it's like, And it often breaks my heart, A little more each time. It feels like it will break once and for all soon, With no turning back. Often, I picture my hand in another's, Imagining them looking at me, At my face, At my tears. In my imagination, More often than not, They don't like it, They don't really like me.
More often than not, they leave, For why would they stay? And more often than not, I am once again alone, Grieving what I lost, Grieving what wasn't real. But for a moment, Someone held my hand, Someone squeezed my hand, And I squeezed theirs.
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shree-narayani · 5 days
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Won't you let me hold your hand
In the last of my breaths
When light is fading from my eyes
Won't you look into them ?
When death pales my face
Won't you give me a smile so colourful ?
Even if it drains you of all the light
Will you let me go ?
Even if you're dying to hold on..
Embracing me in your arms
Together we'll reminisce
All the moments of joy
As slowly we part
After I'm gone
Please remember me
And move in to a life
Prettier than what we had together....
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michelleinnisss · 22 days
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