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env0writes · 3 months
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A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.1.24 “30 Days; Or Less”
February is the month of mistakes Trial and error The second beginning, to pick up the pieces Left by January, left by the prior year Left by everyone around you And make something of the days Building each one upon the next Snapping into place The shortest month Therefore the safest to try Let this be the beginning Of the next day and the next day Each step gaining speed In the downhill race to March Stumbling to find that rhythm Even if you tumble and roll Towards that goal You are still, yes still, moving forward
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thecreakywriter · 10 months
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She's Not Your Enemy
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I see through glistening eyes the way you look at her
Like she’s an unleashed monster setting fire to your treasure
I hear through the creaks in my door, what you say to her
The words she is used to, tear my heart asunder
The daggers of hatred shooting from your eyes in this battue
The poisonous spite you spit molding her waxy heart ever since she saw you
She’s not your enemy, yet in her tolerance is an expanse of battleground you find
She’s not your enemy, yet you purge her of the sins that exist in your mind
This is shattering my heart and soul as I ask your anger, “Where are you from?”
She’s not your enemy, yet your treatment of her weighs on my peace when I do anything to becalm
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elycwinters · 1 year
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Desire
Your eyes linger on the sliver of flesh I dare show, tell me, am I imagining things or I can spot some yearning inside of them?
Tell me, do you wish to run your mouth your hands all over my skin and taste the desire that lives inside of me.
- Ely C. Winters.
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disruptivebychoice · 11 months
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I told myself,
One day
but surely,
That did fade
I gave up
And the cheers stopped
but today,
I know that one more day
is how i keep what i have
it's a life's work
and I can't be led astray
Today,
I must stay.
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env0 · 6 months
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Spilled Inktober, 10.9.23 “Repetitive Bookworming"
How wise these gentle shepherds of souls must be To gnaw such scholars to the core Greater than any Alexandria, if we could usurp the almighty What knowledge to use to wage this holy war Oh, messengers of the departed, dearly pass on Knowledge and spirits as well Look into the light, so that the cycle moves onward, time is gone As our the books, empty bindings on the shelf, like hell Again, the words are missing, where did they go? Father, mother, gone to the flame Knowledge pursuit in desperate flow Consume each line, lettered, fettered with blame Another book, another tome, another hallway wings will roam Flitter, flit, and flick each page Such records read, soon consumed, and laid in loam Oh, the flame should fill all with rage Red and bright, oh, burning light Where gentle souls seek out to chase Pass on, you weary readers, into the night Sleep, oh, dream, of distant lands and lives to soon embrace
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sapphirefate · 10 months
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pretty lies.
they said, 'it's a phase, perhaps', i denied.
only the moon knows how many tears i've dried.
i'd never tried, or realised
that in the name of true love,
you'd always lied.
one day, i held a knife. you said it hurt you.
what about the all the drops of crimson i bled for you?
i etched your lies into pretty little tattoos,
love,
hid each scar, for a short glance from you.
you were no god, but i made you my religion.
you're telling me i shouldn't have loved you the way i did?
you were the sunshine, now you've set our house ablaze,
you said i was your favourite book,
but my character hadn't lived the first page.
so in the end, from these ties of attachment
i set myself free;
it had always been me, not we.
i was forced to take a step back, but you didn't see,
i guess sometimes, it's just not meant to be.
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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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reallifevamp · 9 months
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I’m not attached to my avatar. Actually I’m gonna b honest I feel so fly rn
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glitteryteenpoems · 2 years
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lost
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who was i before
i chose to become someone
worthy of your love?
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(photo via)
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quiet-storm132 · 2 years
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Written in between
The seams silently are the
Words stitched together.
A material
Is crafted to help conceal
Or made to protect.
The innocence of
A voice that has forgotten
How to truly speak.
Hidden in plain sight (Haiku mini story: Part 1)
© Q.S.
02/22/2022
(Like and reblog for part 2)
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env0writes · 3 months
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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.1924 “Another Off The List: Another On"
The hard part about having too much to do Is writing down a list The hardest part about writing down a list Is that it is one more thing to do On the newly formed list Of things to do Now there is one more thing to do DONE There is one less thing to do now On the long list of many things to do They are good things Careful, loving things Groceries, Dishes, Laundry, Sleep Taxes, Writing, Eating, Sleep Finding rest at end of day Finding words, to her, to say Getting out with strangers dare Knowing that the world doesn’t play fair There is so much left yet to do I wonder what comes next I wonder if you wonder too
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thecreakywriter · 1 year
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A Melancholy Ache
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This small corner of the world
Giving me a chance to step into an another
That's all I've ever wanted
And yet this melancholy ache I feel
All these friends have moved on
And I'm still behind trying to reach the cliff
Will the cliff be my flight or fall?
The questions keep me awake and fragile
And the expectations pull me into a slumber
Didn't see it coming, loved where it was going
Those doors I never had the key for were unlocked
How do I close them back now that you took away the key when you left?
I am a rock in most weathers, for me and everyone else
But there comes once in a season shift and I fall apart albeit for a moment
In that vulnerability lies what I wish to conquer
A chance to step into another world, for better or for worse
I want to find out
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elycwinters · 2 years
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Before Anubis
Never have I ever doubted myself before I stood in front of Anubis and waited for my heart to be weighted.
Never have I ever felt more naked than that moment when Anubis took my heart and placed it on the scale.
Never have I ever been so still and quiet before than in those seconds when the scales moved until Anubis could see the result.
Never have I ever felt such relief than when Anubis nodded once and led me to the Field of Reeds.
- Ely C. Winters.
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disruptivebychoice · 1 year
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Pillow Talk
Tangled in bed sheets Beneath pillow seams Are talks of nightmares And forgotten dreams
delicacies
intimate conversations become role plays by touch and sensations do you dare?
infatuations
Legs sprawled in a mess Yours in mine talk less Rip the bedding tucked
Undress your body A sensual fuck Make me a mess with slight ease
i'll be spilling out, begging on my knees karma sutra
get tangled up in me with my legs sprawled dick, please
chills burying my bones Pillow talk Turned to sweet moans
Found me slick with your cock Pearls on my neck Lipstick kisses & skin bitten leaving marks on hotel linens
I’m only yours And you’re my only
Just for tonight,
l'll never be lonely
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sapphirefate · 1 year
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Do good people still exist?
In this world filled with greed for power and lust, do good people still exist?
In the midst of a storm, when the sky cried and negativity escalated,
Hope was nowhere to be found, and the end seemed definite;
There was a sudden change in the wind – It felt different.
A ray of sunlight held my hand, and I was no more feeling cold,
The presence of the sun never exhausted me, but I was never before told,
How to react – when you were always unloved and now someone makes you feel loved.
I feared the rays would burn me; did the sun ever intend it?
No, everything was quiet, but I carried my fears like a lunatic.
I lived in the moonlight praying for hope, and morning sunshine gave me all of it,
I'll be a fool if I still feel good people don't exist.
It still scares me, but this time, I don't want to resist.
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yoursdelilah · 2 years
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escapril day v: crush
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