A billion canvases for you to paint upon, yet you chose this one; from an empty blankness to a soulful painting that now everyone's eyes are stitched to. But this painting shall only hang on to your wall for that it has your name carved on, and it always only belonged to you.

– Your Penguin

i've only now realized nothing could have saved us

Oh my dear,

isn't it so obvious?

Can't or won't you see that?

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

♡

I just wanted to revel in what we had for the time we did

but you ran so fast

it’s been a long time since then

but I’m still confused and waiting for you

sitting in this empty room

heart sitting in front of me where you left it

Moss Green Bones

the night has sentenced us to sleep we'll have to pay our fine, laying down and dozing deep your cheek can rest on mine

turn me into a star and stick me to your ceiling so that even when i'm far you'll still know what i'm feeling

so that when we are apart and you think you're all alone you'll place me by your heart, nestled in our moss green bones

i'd say my dreams were smooth, but i've forgotten all of them i feel your heartbeat soothe, so i'm snoring in the interim

when you start feeling tired

of the same old same,

remember that tomorrow

is a whole new day

"Sometimes, I wish you exist, so you could tell me, how to properly fucked up my life."

Yours truly,

Golden Turtle

[ent.1]

We will dance together for an eternity.

Unrequited Love

The bittersweet memories of once upon a time left me without a smile.  Nothing to show the hard work or the endless dreams or maybe all the thoughts of a love so sweet. Though I find myself unhappy because of my unwillingness to let go of the fake memories. Everybody has been there, hoping in despair and trying to find something there.  But nothing one could do can stop the heartbreak and despair setting in and finding nothing in the end. All one can do is try to find peace or maybe even acceptances from the past bittersweet memories. No one warned me about the brutality of unrequited love or how one can not seem to find a way out of the bitterness of this sweet turning sour. While everyone expects me to move on and all I can do is look on to the past. I can not seem to find a way out of this loneliness I seem to seep in. But I walk on to try to move on and sometimes it feels like I did. Then the memories start again and I am back to the end. The end of the delusions and the pain comes back once again. When will I begin to feel a bit free? When will the misery give in to glee? I just stand there and stare, hoping no one sees me there. Maybe then it will finally let go and be the beginning of finally being free from the bittersweet memories. 

My Moon went behind these clouds and she's not mine anymore, but there was a writer's ecstasy I'm yearning for, I'm everything now my young me fears, but a poet again as the rain from these clouds joins my tears.

– Your Penguin

Imagination

UNAWARE

All the love we shared and all the memories we made, all the plans we planned and all the shit u canned.

All the late night calls and all the pain you caused, all the fights we’ve had and all the times u ran.

I knew u weren’t the same when u reached out to me, Yet I dived right in without even thinking if u were right for me.

I believed the lies you’ve repeated over the time, then u won me over with ur stupid band rhymes.

Luring me back was just another one of ur scams, to keep u sainted until u run with who u actually wanted.

I wasn’t aware of her devious plans, how was I supposed to know she was leaving me for another man?

love (.n)

it all comes down to the not so stupid souvenirs you unintentionally or intentionally decide to cherish,

they're not just things but things with memories,

a timestamp of every second that you were lucky enough to spend with your lover,

a timeline of when you were happy,

a reason to keep going because you know there's someone who would do this again for you in a heartbeat,

an unsubtle reassurance of being wanted.

- yourpoetess

I keep staring at the stars, wishing that every shooting star comes true.

I just want to feel your arms around me, kinda for forever.

I hope that you also wish as I do.

Talk to me, tell me everything that's on your mind, I'll be there for you.

PS. : Please show up and let's talk. ♡

i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.

for @shestrying

thanks to @acelania for finding the unknowns!

in image / desperation sits heavy on my tongue, tumblr user tullipsink / mary oliver, ‘north country’ / virginia woolf, letter to violet dickinson / in image / blythe baird, from if my body could speak / Alice in Bed: A Play' by Susan Sontag (link in comment) / lynee rae perkins, criss cross / elena ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay' (trans. Ann Goldstein) / rainer maria rilke, from rilke’s book of hours / in image/ in image