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Everyone wants gold but don’t want hard work on the crack roads as the world grows the system got us shackled from head to toe eagle eye on social media no Shia circle full of actors and liars through the wire through the fire cracked mirrors still the vision still clearer less father figures the sons grows up learning themselves how to pull the the trigger another funeral another memorial another family grieving praying to God to keep the families safe from the crazy world we live in today you can be here today and be gone the next day the devil is busy for my wrongdoings I hope God forgive me and his begotten son all the wrongdoings I did afraid it might shine thru the sun mamas firstborn if I die I’ll still remain the firstborn me ruin Gods greatest gift as the earth shift demands and list priest and bishops and churches avenue for the residues only if the congregation knew the breaking news reverend secret affairs only a few caught up in love affairs and money laundry extortions and ties the real snake in disguise oh my oh my too much blood in the streets too much blood on the hands too much blood on my feet walking in the new path new leaf fresh air to breathe keeping my inner peace my inner demons want my peace deceased I got time on my hands no timesheet
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cevans-is-classic · 11 months
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Little known fact
I've been trying to put a poetry book together and yesterday I finally got all I felt needed to be in it.
Maybe some love to get my stuff out there?
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chronic-pessimistic · 8 months
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I miss to write poetry, yesterday in therapy she said that I tend to have a difficult time existing without someone looking at me or being at my side, she said that because I told her that I need someone to do things like eating or doing laundry, I can’t really remember her exact words but it sounded like something that I wrote a couple of times, so I’ve been looking through my things trying to find it and I think I just did.
This is it: (I found two things a prose and a poetry, I’ll share now just the prose)
It is translated from Spanish so maybe it will have some mistakes, hope you like it
When you are in a codependent relationship you lose everything, especially you, but you also move away from those you love and take refuge in the memory of what you had, of someone who no longer loves you and that's why today you cry around a field of poppies in spring thinking that you will no longer be able to be there together, so you cry.
You remember that you couldn't exist if that person didn't allow you, if she didn't look at you you were a ghost in a broken body, if she did look at you then everything was fine, you were destroying yourself little by little with the strength of all the love she ever had for you.
Wouldn't it be the solution to leave? Maybe, but it's impossible if she loves you one day and wants you to stay by her side and on Tuesday you're absolutely nobody. How are you going to leave if she wants your presence? How do you stop loving her? Very simple, you can't, it's forbidden to let go of that intermittent love. One day yes and the next no.
Many would say that if something does not go well in the relationship, you can always leave, but even letting them breaking up with you can’t end it, you want to stay even if it hurts, you would stay there for a lifetime waiting because even if it is something harmful it is what you know and you prefer it to the unknown.
You know that you feel sadness, maybe much more than that or maybe you have already forgotten the other emotions for fear of having them in front of you and not being able to feel them.
She is something so familiar that to say goodbye would be to say goodbye to me, because I have merged with her body, although only I have noticed it and I don't think I'm ready to break anymore.
I didn't want anyone to know that I had been left, but this was simply another way to refuse to accept it.
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𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 💌
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rubyxthewritermd · 1 year
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That one time I wrote and self-published a book of poetry... lol available on Amazon! 🥰
Teardrops in the Shower by Ruby X (Part 1 of a 3 Part Collection)
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thewishbookanomaly · 2 years
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I also write Poetry!
I might be putting out a short poetry book before my first book in the Magic and Mystery Series. It depends on how much editing I need to do (forty-six pages in the poetry book) and how many test readers (my friends and family) are available to pre-read it! I am as well rather busy with college at the moment and already figuring out my first book series stuff, so we shall see I suppose... I really hope it pans out though!
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becomingvecna · 5 months
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— David Cronenberg, Consumed
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jaggedjawjosh · 2 months
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bebx · 7 months
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poetryforall · 13 days
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-Rumi
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pink-heart-writes · 25 days
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i hope my absence gives you the peace my love apparently never could
- nick <3
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cevans-is-classic · 11 months
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Maladaptive daydreaming
I dream of touching your hand
Feeling your lips,
Listening to your laugh.
I dream of long nights,
coffee mornings
And movies at noon.
I dream of the smell of you on my clothes
To know your secrets
Of your favorites
And your dislikes
I dream with my eyes wide open
Begging to be normal
To get over the dreams
But they bring comfort
Not much else will bring
I dream of a life
Where you know me
And say my name
With a whisper
I dream of calling you
Messages back and forth
Wondering when I'll see you again
I dream of you
Far more than I should
I dream one day you'll think of me
And all my maladaptive daydreams
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flimythings · 1 month
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"you cant heal if you pretend you're not hurt"
-filmythings
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If hurting me does not hurt you, you don’t love me. You’re using me.
k.b // by jerry flowers jr
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🌹 IG: @ honeyandknifepoetry
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academia-lucifer · 1 month
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Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
— William Faulkner.
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