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You sigh my name like a prayer under the midnight sky,
and I only wish that I was worthy of such worship
unfinished poems (ii) | a.h (via steebucks)
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You’re trying to find the love that others had written in between the stars.
But it’s cold out there, in the vastness of space;
Everyone has secluded themselves and ignore all attempts of contact
The oldest stars are the coldest,
the years have hardened them beyond relief;
Blackholes gnaw at your edges,
hoping desperately to abide their hunger for more, more, more-
You hold your candlelight spark of hope close against the harsh winds flung from the galaxies spinning into insanity;
Each comet you call out to barely glances at you,
too busy blindly searching for something they can’t remember
You don’t shine as brightly as the other stars, you aren’t vain enough
And you’re too small to become a greedy blackhole that consumes everything in sight
No, you keep to your area and quietly reach out for something other than loneliness
There’s no love in space because you’re the only one determined enough to have a heart | a.h
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i was a goddess — now i ache.
seven word poems | a.h. (via aphroditce)
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You feel so much pain and it only fuels your anger
There is a hunger deep within, yearning for this suffering to cease
“Why’d she have to die?”
The question lingers like poison on your lips
You vow to never fail again,
To never feel again,
But the anger - it consumes you,
Causing you to fail again and again countless times
This was the beginning of your downfall | a.h
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you brought me to a dim corner
in this old closet
and kissed me so suddenly
i think i reeled
eyes closed
head full of light
you blinded me
you told me not to tell her
she who touched your arm and
stood a little straighter
in your presence
like you were god
and she a believer
i believed you
‘til the morning next when
you were kissing her
by the lockers
and there i was
back in the dusty space full of
things forgotten
i thought i saw stars in your eyes (a.p)
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Draw ichor out from your veins and tell me what it’s like to burn alive
Drag me into your life with quiet adoration;
Adoration that swallows the ocean and outlasts each star
(Tell me what it’s like to burn and I’ll burn with you,
Even if my forever is less than your eternity)
When my blood mixes with your tears,
Remember how your mother always said that an immortal has no business being in love with a mortal,
Know that
you loved one anyways.
When the stars finally fade from my eyes and rest gently like fire in your palms,
Remember how your father always said that this would hurt,
Know that
he was right.
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Icarus-if only you knew that every day
he asks the ocean:
“Where is the boy with the molten wings?”
Icarus-
if only you knew that he still looks for you
in every wave that hits the shore, asking:
“Have you seen the boy who daredto love? I have to tell him-
I have to tell him that I
dared to love him too.”
Icarus, if you only you knew
that it took everything Apollo had in him
not to sink to the seabed with you.
a love like fire | vans. | for @inkstay‘s dare to write challenge (via wildatlantis)
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they say the monsters found me young.
i disagree-
i found them.
they say the demons made me what i am.
i disagree-
i made them what they are.
“i’m meaner than my demons.” | vans | for @inkstay‘s dare to write challenge (via wildatlantis)
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you call me a mosaic
you tell me golden
light shines through
the cracks of my skin
am i only beautiful
when i am shattered?
am i only yours when i am broken? // s.b. (via inkedknuckles)
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What happens to us when we die?
We’ll be gods;
worshipped and exhalted.
holding power unimaginable.
eternally lovely
and immortally lonely.
We’ll be stars;
blazing gloriously.
wondered upon and wished for.
wiser beyond our years
yet helpless to the passage of time.
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we dream of the day we can finally say that we’ve had enough. that night i’ll drive straight to your house before the sun has woken up.
“where are we going?”
“north.”
we live in diners at midnight and find our faith in the homes of strangers. they smile, tell us stories about love and a woman named delilah.
“how long have you loved her?”
“i never knew a time where i hadn’t.”
this is our world: the fleeting summer, the serene stickiness of the afternoon breeze, lovely women in skirts that sway in the wind.
“i don’t think this can last for much longer.”
“i know, but for now, all of this is ours.”
lovely, north, delilah || suggested by reannesales send me three words and i’ll write a poem with them! (via victoriouslee)
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i’m choking on water but
you and your liquor breath
warm hands and salty skin
cologned neck and
i pretend i don’t need you.
but when you’re gone
i’m clambering through the desert
where the pool is right there
look i’m reaching, but never reaching
and i am a fool.
so when you come back
while you’re pressing me closer
and i’m drinking you in
in this back alley corner
where the light never hits
can we pretend
for a moment
this
this is what should be
two kids fumbling in the dark
reaching
do you need me too? (a.p)
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juniper
juniperus
junio, young
parere, to produce
to remember the feeling of our laughter shattering the silence, unafraid. we breathed out white ghosts as our hands trembled. this winter held a vow never spoken aloud. us, always.
vow
votum, a promise
that we would always be family. be the first one each other turned to when the warm spring sun reminded us we could not stay frozen, seventeen and not able to untangle and disengage ourselves from the weeds that grew in our homes.
disengage
désengager
dis, do opposite
engager, to pledge
the french rolled off your tongue smooth as silk, you whispered phrases, holding your hand over my heart. you are my very best friend, in every language. we will walk across countries together, people will recognize us by the harmony of our laughter.
juniper, vow, disengage || suggested by opalandjaded (via victoriouslee)
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dear self,
i want to give you everything
i want to give you a room full of sunlight
crisp spring air and mornings spent with fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee
i want to give you safety
a place where you will spend more time smiling and less time preparing for the next battle
a home where you can but your armor away
a war you’ve won
a battlefield turn into garden
green buds sprouting from blood soaked earth
you’ve heard all your life that this pain is your chance, your inspiration
but your art wasn’t created because of this
it was created in spite of it
in the room there will be a stacks of dog eared books taking root around the floors
a cat will make her way through them
you will run your fingers through her hair
soft music will play
and it will be enough
cat, bud, art || suggested by anonymous (via victoriouslee)
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you open your mouth to talk,
the silence fills the room.
it’s always hard
to turn feelings into words.
you keep trying anyway
hoping that someday the words
will finally touch the air,
reach someone
and make them see
that your voice matters too.
shout if you must | b.m. (via lorlaigilmore)
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she reminded me of
a summer breeze,
daisies, crystal lakes
and sunlight (brilliant sunlight)
pouring through
glass windows
thrown wide open.
her smile was one
of indecision and hesitance
but i immediately loved it anyway.
also: she had freckles splattered on her cheeks.
she looked my way
but i looked down
with a blush.
i turned the other direction.
for the rest of the hour
i wandered near her
with curiousity / awe
and i wondered how someone
could be so beautiful.
also: her hair looked soft (was it? probably)
i wanted to know her name
i wanted her to see me
but i hid from this ethereal stranger
that i happened to notice at a bookstore
(did she notice me?)
and buried my feelings.
also: her laugh was lovely.
i nearly ran into her
and an awkward smile
was frozen on my face
as i apologized quietly and left.
also: she smelled like lavender.
she held my favorite book (what was her favorite book?)
and i almost wanted to tell her (my name)
all about it (there’s a plot twist at the end)
but i didn’t (why didn’t i?)
teenage regrets / j.m