likewearingpoetry
Su alma ardía con una pasión que nunca se apagaría
51 posts
Navigating the complexities of existence with curiosity and empathy
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
likewearingpoetry · 2 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
" Cause blood is thick but water is forever
And I'm stiffer than a board, lighter than a feather
And that girl will be a problem only it you let her
And I left her back home but I cannot forget her. "
2 notes · View notes
likewearingpoetry · 2 months ago
Text
My special talent isn't writing, it's not singing
It's feeling everything that everyone alive feels everyday.
Tumblr media
If everyone has someone, then the math just isn't right
And I'm the only outlier, the lonely archetype
Tumblr media
" I spent half my life being someone else - if it all ended right now, is this a person you’d be proud to leave behind. is it even you?”
2 notes · View notes
likewearingpoetry · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
—Virginia Woolf
18K notes · View notes
likewearingpoetry · 3 months ago
Text
Whenever I reach out through the fog of my mind, you are not there, only shadows remain. The silence speaks more than words, and I stand in a crowded world, but empty, for you are not here. I call, but my voice falls into the abyss, swallowed by the endless waiting. I am left holding fragments of conversations that never were, waiting for someone who exists only in my memories.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
0 notes
likewearingpoetry · 3 months ago
Text
speaking the truth creates chaos.
telling a lie saves one scarce.
i am afraid of both these.
afraid i am both here & there
0 notes
likewearingpoetry · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
why do i love so hard, and why do they never understand?
Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother’s Heart by Steven Espada Dawson / Getting Older by Billie Eilish / unknown / pinterest / 5. desperation sits heavy on my tongue by @tullipsink / Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka / Against the Loveless World: A Novel by Susan Abulhawa / I Saw the TV Glow, dir. Jane Schoenbrun / miloo_135 on tiktok
4K notes · View notes
likewearingpoetry · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
why are you so sad?
@darkerthanerebus | rainer maria rilke | unknown | tennesse williams | juansen dizon | unknown | jamie oliveira
4K notes · View notes
likewearingpoetry · 6 months ago
Text
I often feel lost in my own reality. I strive for perfection yet I embrace my flaws. I seek peace but my mind is always in turmoil. I value honesty, yet I sometimes hide the truth. I crave for freedom but I fear the unknown i want to be strong but I often feel fragile i desire connection yet I push people away I give advice but rarely take my own I'm an optimist with a cynical heart i want to be understood but I speak in riddles I love deeply yet I guard my heart firecely I find joy in solitude yet I yearn for companionship I'm full of hope but haunted by doubts I want to move forward but I'm tethered to the past.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
2 notes · View notes
likewearingpoetry · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Be kind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! spread lovee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Expect nothing in return remember one day it would be worth it, you will meet the right people so love and forgive people who did you wrong!! life is too short for regret and grudges !!!!!!!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
2 notes · View notes
likewearingpoetry · 6 months ago
Text
I don't know what and who imparted the wisdom in me to feel and think deeply but it's something that makes me wanna look at the good things more than the bad. I saw this as a frail thing cause I was often affected by the shallowness of others but I'm glad that I don't think so now cause the important and beautiful thing is to be kind and spread kindness !!!!!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
0 notes
likewearingpoetry · 6 months ago
Text
Pouting down rain , sitting under a tree. pretty sure I visited heaven that day the peace I felt never knew existed
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
0 notes
likewearingpoetry · 6 months ago
Text
Its state of comfort you get used to after a certain point, a State without any expectations, hope, emotions, it feels really constant and long no more hurt no more cry you just start " existing" without any purpose it's the state of existing not living. It makes you feel like you don't belong here but you don't know where is home? it feels like you will cry but your eyes are dry , you are screaming but none can hear you it feels like your room filled with people but seems empty from inside, outside like water in a jar it feels like cloud is above your head and neither you see darkness nor the sunshine feeling of emptiness but you are heavy.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
0 notes
likewearingpoetry · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The urge to go home even when you are home
The urge to cry out loud but you can't
wanting to sleep even though all you've been doing is sleep
it feels ' Nothing'
The urge to disappear from the world
The urge to be heard
The urge to hold on someone and cry for hours
the feeling of loneliness
the feeling of despair
It's like feeling so much at once and not knowing which one to deal first?
0 notes
likewearingpoetry · 6 months ago
Text
Once you've dedicated your life to being the most perfect version of yourself you'll find it hard to "Fall" and actually act on your true nature Also, who says we aren't acting for our own sake? we are the only audience that never leaves because who am I when I'm not acting?
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
0 notes
likewearingpoetry · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
There are too many words left unspoken and if maybe someone will listen maybe someday someone will care to watch hear me I hope someone will come and make my act worthwhile so my existence won't be in vain.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
0 notes
likewearingpoetry · 6 months ago
Note
Why is a cow not called a goat??
Because if a cow were called a goat, we'd all be wondering why it keeps grazing on the sidelines instead of scoring goals!
0 notes
likewearingpoetry · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies
17K notes · View notes