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persephoneshellhounds · 1 year

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Will I ever possess the softness I pretend to have?

— Fray Narte

Gif from: Stealing Beauty (1996) // Dir. Bernardo Bertolucci

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rayven-interrupted · 3 months

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I wonder

how your body

would be

against a window

freezing like dew

in the dawn

holding on

to my charred wings

fuel to the holocaust

of our sickness,

mutually understood

psychopathy

burning like stars

eventually into nothing

I wonder..

- the most beautiful poetry you ever inspired. Behind bars.

Whatever.

I fucking wrote for you until I bled out.

I still do..

-R

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aides-memoire · 7 months

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Falling in love feels like finding lighthouse; it both can be a guide or a warn.

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orpheusbruisedfingertips · 5 months

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Amrin Ankh, "November"

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makatang-igorota · 1 year

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Midnight Symphony

My muted cries sync with the mumbling of the midnight moon

Along with the melancholic whistles of trees sympathizing with my forlorn songs

The gentle breeze even sings a requiem with grace

Mourning for a heart that failed to be where she truly belongs

This whimsical symphony is what kept my deranged mind sane

On nights when darkness has wrapped me in its cold embrace

A melody that'll forever live to numb my pain

~M.K. Sueño (12/06/2022)

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internalearthquake · 2 years

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a heart devoid of blue

this farewell has left my heart cracked

parched and yearning for nourishment

like a drought in a river, rock edges sharp

jabbing me relentlessly with every heart pulse

the brilliant blue tint of the sky mocks

as the blueness in my heart evaporates

bare, deserted, and meaningless is my life

the passion i once believed to flow with time

is simply a lonesome photograph of what was,

a still moment of what will never be again

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sonreyes · 2 years

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//photo courtesy of: Reynier Llanes Studio on Instagram//

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thevampiresblackrose · 2 years

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Memories

Memories faded with time can be erased

Abandoned dreams, spotless mind, effaced

Flashbacks of your sweet smile and face

become a souvenir held still in space

Will we forget? Perhaps yes perhaps no..

We can't foretell what only many a moon will show

But I do know one thing that's not misplaced

A true love is hard to forget and its memory cannot be replaced

-Sin The Black Rose

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elycwinters · 2 years

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Self Love

I know, I know darling. Self love is hard, a war in a world that finds fault in the most common of things. In imperfections that are not truly so.

How many time have you stared at yourself naked in the mirror and seen nothing but flaws?

I know, I know darling. But I also know that self love is a revolutionary act, a victory over those who would see you broken and in doubt.

So if you must stare at your body in the mirror, do so with the reverence it deserves, touch it. Love it.

Until that love comes so naturally that you wonder how come you never did before. And when that day comes you will see that self love is worth fighting for.

- Ely C. Winters.

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instruth · 1 year

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From Afar Looks Nice

From afar looks nice

O far from looking nice

Bet the better of the best

Beat the belly at the breast

No problem, then and there

New emblem then to here

A park, a glare, a glitter

A dark scare of slither

An old vow is broken

Long live the new token

A past long forgotten dream

Hail! Blast the forgone scream

Whosoever crosses the bridge

And leaves a fiery trail behind

Gallops round a hilly ridge

Before himself he finds

©Johnny J P Lee

27 February 2023

Photos: Unsplash Images

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persephoneshellhounds · 3 months

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my heart flutters like moth wings, once caught flightless on ice cold fire it’s forever looking for the kiss of the flames, the softest, kindest, slowest way of dying so that i may rest in a chest that’s not my own — yours, would you leave flowers on my tomb, once more? virginal white jasmines, if you remember — the color and predisposition of a ghost. would you kiss my resting ground, softening under torrential poems? would you say a made-up prayer? (my lover, who art in heaven) would you love me again if death is my rebirth, my second coming, how angels weep right next to me, how they break over my sorrows — pathetic bodies made of light, but they never burn, they never crash like fading embers. my heart’s still caught on ice cold fire, it flutters, wingless i arch in my quiet aching, godless, limbless — i’m sorry i’m made this way. in heaven, god fucked up for the first time twenty five years ago, he can take me back tomorrow for all i care but would you pick me, take me back and kiss me, bathe me in biblical oil (even if it kills me once more?) if i promise not to die once more?

— fray narte, "going insane in october" | written november 1, 2023, 5:11 PM

photo screencapped from: saltburn (2023) // dir. emerald fennell

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rayven-interrupted · 4 months

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Every minute echoes goodbye

but

I loved you

Didn’t I?

wait for you vitriolically

prayed for you

symbolically

my eyes cried dry

I watch the moon rise

tracing your name through stars in the sky

I still can’t stand to see the sunrise

on the unlit side

of this great divide

every time I close my eyes

It’s like the darkest suicide

have you any clue how hard I tried

you, my amorous demise

Just below my violent rage

pinned inside a bruised rib cage

my wounded heart

bleeds out

your name

When did you stop craving me

our violence over apathy?

choose silence over cadency

another place to replace me

this ache languidly killing me

foreshadowing a prophecy

claw marks on all our memories

death writing in calligraphy

all the words you’ll never see

-R

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aides-memoire · 7 months

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I spend my day and night with the endless reminiscence of you.

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orpheusbruisedfingertips · 8 months

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Amrin Ankh, September Love

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makatang-igorota · 1 year

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Take Me Back

Take me back to the time right before everything started so I can choose a different path.

Before I was forcefully turned into a soldier and sent to the battlefield that I wasn't supposed to be in.

Before I dared to fight a war that turned everything into dust and quelled the sparkle in my eyes.

Or maybe take me farther back when I can still laugh like a carefree child.

Give me just one chance. Maybe this time, I'll be brave enough to choose me.

Maybe this time, I can save myself from turning into the despicable being that I didn't intend to be.

✒️ May Rashiele Sueño

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internalearthquake · 2 years

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to be a chameleon

dreams of the suns

not overlooked

as a pedestrian

not scrutinized

like an alien

just perfect

blending in

without

disappearing

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