#Light's Poetry Corner

[the-lights-are-loud]

Dead Smile

They killed it

Murdered in cold blood.

And puppet its body

In a horrific falsehood of a dance

Gave it a lying smile

With razored teeth

Filled with too many sweet words to count

For the world fakes privacy

Lying with black bars and blurry faces

But what can we do?

When cameras are everywhere

Invisible

Blended into every background

In the open hands of every person

We cannot stop it.

So smile when you see privacy’s corpse.

Masterlist

[fairydrowning]

Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."

[luciferslilith7]

"How many graves will I need,to bury everything that died inside of me?"

~Naya Aknis

@luciferslilith7

[g0j0s]

you cut off women from dancing, because girls of good characters do not indulge in such lewd activities. if they become one with their swaying hips, how will you hold down their bodies and spirits?

you cut off women from reading, because books have so many vile ideas about freedom and humanity. hence, they may begin to spin ideas from the yarn of knowledge, jeopardising the conditional safety of your cage.

you cut off women from adorning themselves lovingly, because lest they begin to like the shape of their noses or the curves of their waist; they will stop caring about other people and conforming to your standards of beauty.

you cut off women from expressing because girls from good families do not raise their voices. you say the devil resides in their voice boxes and if they don’t watch their tongues, they may taint the name of their families.

you cut off women from being, so the only thing they’re left with is fear and misery. grinding that terror on the stone of fate like grains, they toil away their lives.

then you call them many many rotten things if any of them refuses to believe this. still, if they don’t comply, force is applied repeatedly.

they become a skeleton of their potential self, grieving in secrecy; because privacy is a luxury. what if in the empty silence they finally start thinking & questioning?

yet, you wonder why they’re exhausted and angry, fighting silent wars within and outside.

[tofubutter27]

Sometimes the best thing to do is to look at the sky and think of nothing.

[poetic--elixir]

“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

I see everything. I remember it all.

Gently, lovingly, I preserve it in my heart.

-Anna Akhmatova

[rizuuspoetry]

[the-lights-are-loud]

The Artist

I am the simple artist

Who’s wonders do not match the greats

I pray I am known before I am forgotten

For it is one thing to be seen

But never loved as a whole

I am the simple artist 

Who watches as they drown

I am not enough to stay afloat

Yet too much to sink

Messily bound by knots that do not matter

I am the simple artist

That may need to give up my craft

I lose hope that I may matter at all

Because who cares for the art

Of the simple artist.

Masterlist

[inamoratasonata]

he never left my mind. i never even crossed his.

[luciferslilith7]

My ink stained heart ~

@luciferslilith7

[timetravelsong]

𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

[g0j0s]

orange peel theory this pomegranate peel theory that. but have you thought about badaam peel theory? when they soak the almonds overnight and peel them in the morning for you. now that right there is love at its peak.

[poetic--elixir]

“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”

– Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop

[starryvomit]

“If you do not tell your story, someone else will, and they will tell it wrong.”

-Kane Smego, 2014.

[evenlis]

March storms wash me clean of the dirt, the grime, and the wanting. Come April, I will be ready to bloom in all colours of spring. Same earth, same world, but I will see it differently.

- Evenlis