#??? maybe poetry ???

[sherrylephotography]

You just don't see me

But I do see you

I am a reflection of you

[sprinkleofthunder]

Maybe love is grey

when i sit silently by the window sill looking at the grey sky.

we quarreled in the morning. i don't know how it started. little grudges accumulate and slowly explode into a big fight. the street outside is deserted. it's raining, the window glass is foggy. you went out after the fight to cool off and haven't returned yet. i made your favourite dessert to apologize. so i am sitting silently close to the main door waiting for you.

when the door unlocks and you step in, you are drenched. we stare at each other and and the stare burns me. you must be cold because you are trembling. i want to talk but i look way. your eyes are too sad. i feel guilty and the guilt chokes me up and my throat burns with emotions.

when you cup my cheeks and kiss me, we are both crying and the kiss is salty.

"i bought noodles from your favourite take out store", your breath is warm against my skin. our foreheads are connected. your chest rises and falls against my palm. this is home.

"you'll catch a cold. take a warm bath. i baked a chocolate cake."

Excerpt from "Colours of Love" by sprinkleofthunder on tumblr

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

trynna ease int morning - despite the lurching - we wuznt isnt quite awake - oh well

ever is a long time like laundry - witch we did some

yesterday when we started

hurtling forward in various sized tin cans at various speeds is unnatural

so is dentistry - no reel alternatives

actual life

how long duz it take to rite a fukken pome pleez tell me - this one is 3 daze sofar

we got confused and posted birbs at first instead of turtles

mostly usual usual

hallelujah anyway

[i-didnt-do-1t]

It’s mid august and everything is okay. you’re not running out of time, the summer isn’t fading so fast there’s next to none of it left, winter is waiting and autumn will ease you into it with open arms and the faint scent of cinnamon. you’re not running out of time

[rikuipikui]

hey i wrote something btw and it’s kwon related

[bees-poems]

Here's something a little different: a zine that I made

[arcticsilver]

Probably not a poem but I call it so

It's about an actual little blue mark lol

[paramnesiadreams]

10/21/2024 8:28am

A windy morning ushers in the cool air of late October. I desire to see the snow that has fallen in the mountains; to walk in it, especially in mid-spring (for where I am at least) when it is starting to melt. The snow has that extra crunch from being melted, snowed on again, melted again, etc. There will be a slight trickle from the melt that runs off. How I wish to be able to see it once again.

[eggsofgregs]

hey bro sorry i didn’t respond to your text it was too loving too genuine too honest and too much.

that whole paragraph? it showed how much you really care about me and love me. that’s scary as shit bro.

[writeblrwithfangs]

The Resident of the Castle in the Sky

Castle in the sky with your walls stretched high and wide. Corridors made of glass, thin and a labyrinth reminiscent.

A place without pools; or mirrors unable to find the reflection desperately sought after.

Hours go by reading books, one after another, to theorize. To understand why.

A chill as cold as ice yet as a dagger sharp pain jolted; a sudden flood of tears streamed down unable to remain content hiding itself away.

Seeking answers to questions never going to be answered, a feeling of drowning in desperation, unable to breathe.

I flash awake, relieved to learn about a nightmare yet forced to question who it was that held the blade that was so quick and sudden.

The face. I saw their faces. Only further questions remain.

[xxstarskullzxx]

Just a little something to start the morning off

I want to feel your skin, to touch you, to cherish you, to devote my all to you. Nothing could ever make my love falter, nothing could ever waver my adoration for your eyes and your laugh and your perfect soul, a soul so loving that it has enraptured mine, and made me feel I must devote every waking moment to even dream of being able to be worthy of your touch. I wish for my brain to tell me to stop wanting to inhale your scent and touching your fingertips, to stare into your eyes and get lost in the daydreams I create that I promised myself I would stop feeling. Your beauty is incomparable, a jewel so refined a simple stone I am wouldn’t dare be in your presence. A rose so beautifully red and shaped and sprouted is far too precious to be left in a field of simple weeds, yet there you are watching over, acting as though you deserve to be amongst those who are far too plain to ever compare to you and your devine self. You’re far too precious for the touch of man to ever feel, might you dare only ever be touch by the gods who created you, and even then are they even worthy of being able to embrace such a devine beauty? My love, perhaps I am too obsessed and possessive of you, but can you even blame me when you’re oh so loving. You sing me songs of appreciation, when it should be I worshipping you for even baring witnessed to you. To breath your air is a privilege, and I feel I don’t even deserve such a thing as that, to even gaze at your beauty for a mere moment.

[sprinkleofthunder]

Life starts with chaos and ends with the lack of it. Maybe that's why, living was never meant for the sane.

Excerpt from "All the Lightning trapped in Glass Jars" by sprinkleofthunder on tumblr

[razedwrong]

There is something funny about being raised catholic. I’ve watched those around me grow over zealous or atheist while I remain in the middle. Stranded.

Sundays I pray to God for change and wonder if he looks at the sky for answers too.

[hellomagicalsouls]

as someone who recently turned 24 i actually realise that im 24

i feel sick

i can remember being 13 and discovering that i actually hate sand but like to pet donkeys so i would walk on sand to pet the donkeys

but now im 24 and i still hate sand but the donkeys arent there anymore but i still love donkeys

and soon ill be 25

[arwenschepers]

I want to interact with people, I want them to interact with me.

But it is so hard (she whined like a four year old)

What do I say? How do I become interesting? Won't I be too weird?

The answer to all of those, is simply doing it. But knowing that won't stop the four year old version of me, cowering underneath her blanket

[damageinkorporated]

Laughter Next Door

I can hear you laughing

Next door from where I’m sleeping

Smile cause your laugh’s worth

Just spectating

You deserve all the laughter

you can borrow here

smile hearing your laugh

in the bed I pretend to sleep

you care so shallow

yet it feels good to be swallowed

and I’m in your bed lying

pretending to be sleeping