letsbeapoemtogether

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"April, Month of dust and lies."

Naguib Mahfouz, Adrift on the Nile

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Then is there nothing in the world so fair? The silvery tears of April? Youth of May? Or June that breathes out life for butterflies?

John Keats, The Ladies Who Saw Me Crown'd

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Outside it is warm and blue and April.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Since becomes why: old turns to young (winter goodbye) april hello,

E. E. Cummings, Complete Poems of E. Ε. Cummings

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"The world itself is a bad dream."

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

[letsbeapoemtogether]

At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.

Warsan Shire

[letsbeapoemtogether]

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

William C. Faulkner

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"How far am I supposed to run away to find a place I belong?"

"On Longing for home",

Ietsbeapeomtogether × writteninsilence

[letsbeapoemtogether]

I walked into the ocean. Not to drown but to be held by something reluctant to let go.

Leila Chatti

[letsbeapoemtogether]

The silence after realizing that 'forever young' is just a song lyric, not a reality.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

The silence after turning off a song that once meant the world to you.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

The silence after realizing that your dreams now have deadlines and budgets.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

The silence after realizing life has become so serious that you stopped taking random pictures to post.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

The silence when you recognize that your parents won't always be there to guide you.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

The silence after realising you aren't fifteen anymore and can't escape life like you used to escape school by giving silly reasons.

Abhilasha, "I won't say it but my silence will"

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Words or the lack thereof had been our problem all along. Either we weren’t telling each other what was really going on or we were saying all the wrong things.

Jennifer L. Armentrout, Bitter Sweet Love

[letsbeapoemtogether]

My heart has become a broken compass. Every time I try to leave you, I always find myself running back into your arms.

Michael Faudet, Bitter Sweet Love