lovemorehatelessedition-blog
The Writing Witch
177 posts
I like writing poems. I like hippies and weed, dark things and love. trying to find peace in this crazy mess, but then again aren't we all?
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Photo
Tumblr media
839 notes · View notes
Text
Across the Crowd
Kinetic universal energy
zinged me from my daze
when you spotted me through the crowd.
It must have been the force of the Universe that brought us together
because I do not know how we would have found each other otherwise.
Amidst the cloudiness of drugs and
daylight
you saw me first
and somehow, by some strange nature, I knew just where to look
and saw you too.
As if drawn
to the sudden slaughter of
blush on your cheeks.
We caught eyes
--Trap is set--
And then you were mine.
1 note · View note
Text
"I'm realizing that all of the tears I have wept this year has solely been over you."
And that seems like an awful waste. Especially when there are things in the world that is much more sad, and much more deserving of my tears than you.
3 notes · View notes
Text
Loving You Was Voluntary
It felt like the prickliness of a shiver up my spine
The hairs on my arms are saluting as if a ghost has passed through me.
I can't see it, but I know the evil is there.
Or maybe it's not evil?
Maybe it's just all-knowing.
The world of intuition is a curious one. You know something is wrong by the churning of your gut.
A sixth sense--if you must.
It isn't a feeling--it's more of a fear of knowing.
The abyss of the damned sing to me but I know a trap when I see one.
There is beauty in the mysterious but this is how I have loved you.
Cold and shivering, unconfident in my own skin.
I don't know where I am anymore
The air around me is dense with the hypocrisy of your promises.
But in the end I laugh to myself
Because loving you was voluntary.
And even though I saw the skull and cross bone label,
I still picked you up and drank you whole.
1 note · View note
Text
Messenger
Laying awake amidst whispers of rapture
And canopies of moths that shield my eyes from the dangers of tomorrow.
The truth is hidden behind a mush of wings, I am protected in this circle.
Buzzing..buzzing.. they sing terrors of the night
It smells of molded clothes hung in a closet for too long.
They brush against my lashes, my very breath.
They tell me
That death is to come
And that when he does
It'll be okay
"Because there is beauty in what dies," they whisper.
"Death brings enteral life."
1 note · View note
Quote
If I cannot bend Heaven, I will raise Hell
0 notes
Text
River Styx
How do I find myself
lost in a sea of ashes
Black shadows flank me
Seething
Teething
Gnawing at my core
They are my own-
I have fallen asleep in a black river
Tainted
Lost in a land of dreams that I cannot escape
But it is here that I shall stay
Ever so slightly
I see the faintest glow of something brighter.
Maybe this place isn’t so bad after all.
2 notes · View notes
Text
Why do women feel more guilty about lying than men do?
0 notes
Text
You always wanted me to be at your beck and call,
And now I'm realizing that I don't have to be
0 notes
Text
I don't want to waste my youth on someone who treats me like a cigarette break
0 notes
Text
When you decide you are ready for the world,
The world will open its arms to you and say:
"What took you so long."
0 notes
Photo
Tumblr media
902 notes · View notes
Photo
Tumblr media
11K notes · View notes
Photo
Tumblr media
.
2K notes · View notes
Photo
Tumblr media
3K notes · View notes
Photo
Tumblr media
584 notes · View notes
Quote
Let go of everything that doesn’t want to stay.
thetypewriterdaily  (via wnq-writers)
43K notes · View notes