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anotherlxve · 11 months
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No matter what I do and no matter how much of myself I give to someone, it never seems to be enough. I will always be the second choice. I will never be the girl a boy is head over heels in love with and it kills me every single day.
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lmgihaltl · 2 years
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Viridity escapes the lips.
They watched as the surface traced a line of pits. 
Sharp points overpower, 
Addict by the hour.
The mind washes away the pain it encounters.
Lauren Mackenzie The World Is Still Learning
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I’m a bad person for wanting to be loved.
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iambrillyant · 3 months
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“your gut instinct is not a liar, those initial feelings exist for a reason, sit on them if you need to, process whether your feelings are valid or just projections, but never dismiss your intuition when the signs are staring you in the face and your nervous system is agreeing.”
— iambrillyant
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wnq-writers · 5 months
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They called me a dreamer like it was a bad thing, until my dreams started to come true.
Ekta Somera
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theartoffresco · 1 month
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tellherium · 7 months
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my angel numbers have moved from 111 to 222 and I am doing my best to think more than ever
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autumnsunshine10 · 5 months
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I could spend all my mornings
Wrapped up in blankets
Like this--your hand in mine
My head on your chest
Wallowing in our lazy Sunday best
Betting on endless tomorrows
The relentless sun seeks us out
Wishing to shine as bright and hot
No such luck but it gets us up
Still I sip my coffee with a smile
Drain the last drop while you wrestle
With the urge for a smoke
Instead you light on my lips
Zoom in till there's zero room for doubts
Then you're wearing my grin
As if it's always been that easy
Effortless, like nothing else
I've never known moments
Like this could exist
Prompts: you and I this morning; wrestling with smoke; still I
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dolores-hazy · 2 months
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Inversion
It's funny how things change
Faster than the blink of an eye
You might not ever know why
Even though it was worth the while
Can't yet look back and smile
With a gash still open wide
Clasped another double-edged sword
Cleaning and dressing the wound
Harder to do when not seeing straight
Wanting to not look back but unable to refrain
Masochism must be a claim to fame
Pain shadows every stunted move
Melancholy tainting every day
Sometimes for the better but still
It's sad how things change
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francesca-sapphic · 8 months
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They said girls shouldn't kiss girls, so I became a sinner.
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anotherlxve · 2 years
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I took down my walls to let you in. I told you everything about myself, from my childhood trauma to my insecurities. And you still used it to hurt me. You knew what you were doing.
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lmgihaltl · 2 years
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I draw air through my lungs. 
Sun caresses my skin. 
Warmth tingles down my spine. 
Butterflied hearts and gentle wind,
freeing my mind.
Can I finally trust this time?
Though my heart wants,
my soul shrieks at the thought.
The translucent glass shatters.
Flooding thoughts do not stop.
Memories push through my mind.
I instantaneously speed back into time.
Haunting shadows. 
Silent screams.
One touch. 
I cannot breathe.
Choking on words,
my limbs tremble in fear. 
I wake up to realize, I escaped into my own nightmares.
Concerned eyes.
What just happened in the mind? 
Will I have to explain each and every time?
Lauren Mackenzie The World Is Still Learning
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wnq-writers · 2 years
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The size of your forehead, the shape of your nose, the way your body looks, all that pales in comparison to the complexity of your soul, the butterfly effect your smile brings, and the way your presence makes the earth feel a little more like home.
Ekta Somera
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theartoffresco · 15 days
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tellherium · 10 months
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Epitaph of a Wooden Spoon // in which time is both a woman and a desert and nothing can every truly disappear
(i love it when poems burst out of me)
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autumnsunshine10 · 5 months
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They say keep it on the down-low
Nobody else needs to know
Don't give them the lowdown
It's not their business anyhow
Be human but set apart
Pretend you don't own a heart
Then it can't be broken
Divided into tokens
Inserted at the arcade
Another game to be played
Or a digital download
To keep them busy on the road
Serving up sold-out shows
Under the spotlight glow
A full house eager crowd
Getting so hyped-up loud
While you sit up at home
Waiting by the telephone
Well it's a good time to go
Since nobody needs to know
Prompts: on the down low; human but not; to be divided
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