#new poets society

[rapturepoetry]

wretching and vile unbecoming and disgusting look in the mirror and see your body

and you feel sick to your stomach you have the audacity to tear up as if this isn't you

because it doesnt feel like it is

it feels like you're looking at a monster a pitiful shell who is crawling their way through every day in a body that doesnt feel real

in a body that isn't theirs

[amateur-scribbler]

Romance is dead.

It’s a sentence said with such malice, something bitter and twisted; it carries the same pain that comes from choosing to sip from the poisoned chalice.

White roses tinted red with the blood of the romantics, who push this truth up a hill begging the mountain to be forgiving or kind, truthfully it’s all semantics.

Let’s forget we’re lonely just for a second, forget that you don’t love me, and pretend this isn’t an ocean of thick bitterness we’re attempting to swim in.

Romance is dead.

I see it in your eyes when you look at me as just another conquest, yet another prize.

I can’t remember the last time I felt myself get lost in a love song, that feeling that sweeps you off your feet and drowns you in the rose coloured visions of that certain someone.

Love isn’t a quest of convenience, or a tale of simple transactions. It’s heavy and all consuming like quicksand in action.

Romance is dead.

Maybe I think that because I’m lonely, or maybe this gaping hole where romance should be is starting to rot like a tree felled; the earth will claim it, as death has come to claim the love spoken only in soliloquies.

The roses at the funeral will be dripping red like the beating organ that is supposed to embody this lovely feeling. And, it will be quaint, few will mourn the idea that most only know fleetingly.

Because when romance died it came as a shock to no one; the greatest tragedies are almost always predictable, and love has always been all consuming, like Icarus selfishly soaring into the sun.

bury me with the romantics - t.k.o.

[melloncolliegalaxies]

[sillypoetproject]

you are sharp and bold

with a bloody nose and crystalline tears

and someday

you will find yourself

[lmwyandotte]

cares

crown confessions vol 1-3 available via link in bio

#lmwyandotte #poetry

[poetic--elixir]

Truth is like fire; to tell the truth means to glow and burn.

— Gustav Klimt

[doriandistortion]

The past is creeping up my throat

[deadlypoetacademia]

the feminine, the masculine, the artistic urge to stare at the paintings until they make you hallucinate, to read poems until they seep inside your soul, to write such words that hold the power to shatter a person's heart and fill the void at the same time.

[thepathetickind]

I wished you would've stayed in love with me

by laurenmaerie, love always leaves

[rapturepoetry]

i'm never a priority

i'm never someone's reason for waking up

the giver, never the taker

never the taker, always the asker

i ask for time

i ask for patience

i ask for comfort

i'm never a priority

never the taker

never the reason

[misscrappy]

That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….

Yeah, okay , cool

But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?

[oscarwildin]

dead poets society changed my life because john keating is so right. i read and write poetry because i’m a member of the human race. i do need to seize the day. words and ideas do change the world. i am filled with passion.

[juneacademia]

you deserve the love you desire.

[juan-francisco-palencia]

Quotable quotes.

"Among thousands of daily thoughts and words, be grateful to the one who thinks of you".

—  Juan Francisco Palencia.

[sillypoetproject]

dark. twisted. sad.

do not tempt me with those eyes

that gleam like razor blades in the night