#Random poetic words

[keitorin3]

The Man who dies and dies again.

He'll raise one last time,

And know that one still waits.

Another day, a thousand lifetimes,

And now the time has come.

"Are you still my destiny?

Are we truly meant to be?

Merlin, do you still remember me?"

bradley james dying in historical dramas: a trilogy 

[theanonymousninja247]

Pretty Random Turtle Thunks: Sway

Rating: Cookies and Cream (16+ plz and thank you)

Do you ever think about Leo and how he’s the king of Insomnia?

He knows a little something about what it’s like to be haunted. To have your bones ache with the ghosts of weary exhaustion; a feeling that unfortunately more often than not makes one feel more dead than alive.

He understands the drag of having to pry your eyes open for just another day, plaster on a smile that stopped feeling real years ago and then attempt to go at it with only half energy in your cup.

Leo understands the rolling around feelings of restlessness, like the waves of a dyspeptic ocean, never settling. Never still enough to ever find peace.

So can you imagine when Leo finds out one way or another (as he so often does, clever turtle that he is) that somehow you are plagued with a similar state of mind?

It may be for various reasons: work, family, life, responsibilities etc etc and despite the variety of it all, he probably would get it more than most. For despite all the differences, there is a startling amount of connection, a unique relateablilty if you will, between the two of you, that unconsciously draws him close. It’s because of this connection that his heart just… sinks. Leo may very well be a swashbuckling charismatic pirate for all these years he’s learned to travail against his insomnia seas. But you…

You are no such experienced sailor.

The waters of sleep are relentless in their cruelty in their attempt to escape you. And ever in lucks favor, and that being none at all, you are found hopeless drifting, never to find your own serenity amongst the agitated waves.

Perhaps it is that fabled connection that draws Leo close to you tonight, or the fact that you were starting to a bit more pale and drawn out like a tired sail, than Leo ever cared to see.

He had seen enough ghosts in his own mirrored reflections. Your eyes did not need the weight of such horrors. They were last place he ever wanted to see haunted.

So with actions trickling from his own well of compassion, Leo wordlessly sweeps you up into the cradle of his arms, even despite your indignant squawk something reminiscent of a seagull’s cry. Not that he minds or even will admit to ever listening to you as he begins to rock you.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back. And. Forth.

Despite all his bravado, Leo never truly believed he was ever worthy of the title of hero. He would fight everything and everyone, including himself, to prove it to the world, to prove it to you, if he could.

And yet…there was something empowering about the feeling of you in his hold.

The way your eyelashes fluttered slowly shut, the hitches of your breath steadied and the planes of your face smoothed. Leo didn’t need feel the need to take on the world, not anymore, not when his whole entire world was now here resting in the security of his arms. As so, much like a boat resting in the embrace of the calmest waves, Leo rocks you in the simplest of sways, humming the simplest of tunes as he holds you close against his plastron. Silently praying that the beat of his heart would set the rhythm for which you could finally fall asleep. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back. And. Forth.

…

Do you ever think about Leo and how he’s the king of Insomnia?

[most-ment]

Fickle

It's easy for me to make up my mind;

To shut out the unnecessary ponders and thoughts

Yet for my heart it is more difficult than I could define,

To tame it's incessant feelings and wants

~

I wouldn't say I'm logical,

But I've learnt much from experiences that aren't mine.

Yet my feelings remain forever incorrigible,

Despite the ever prominent warning signs.

~

All it takes is a met gaze;

A glimpse, a flicker, a spark,

For my heart to begin it's usual craze

To bundle up with the same feelings that once tore it apart.

~

When will it learn?

I find it so pointless to ask.

If only I could shut out the unecessary feelings,

Of my fickle, loving heart.

~

Note: Salaam loves, hope you like the poem! P.S I'm having exams today and henceforth so please send prayers ly!

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[mentalabrasion-blog]

I want someone

Who's autumn at heart

Cold mornings, cool nights

And leaves blowing across the yard

In bright orange and red bursts

Of color

Dark, cloudy skies and warm blankets

To cuddle under while we watch

Horror movies and truly believe

In forever

[sagessge]

The chill air of September reminds me of us,when it's wasn't us,it reminds me of acceptance afterward. It reminds me that after the rains of August,the rust has set in. Like a jewel on the outside door. When the dusky sky shimmers with all the elements ever,you see an orange light emitted by the sun and the rising moon. You see possibilities and comfort coming along. The winter reaches smoothly and slowly as you put your morning alarm off. The new term,the new starting,yet the same old things,the same old story,when I see your face and a wound sort of breaks. It's been almost 3 years. For God's sake, get over it! I say,but my dear September comes and goes,and I can tell by each of it,some of my love fades, but then comes the spring and summer. And I'm reminded of you and the wilting leaves,the scent of flowers,the vanishing winter, and your warm hands. My hands are warmer now. I guess I know better,how to love myself more,how to give it to myself, what I seek from others,the comfort. All I ever got was hurt and more to forget. But all those parts I can spend hours regretting have made me,me. They have helped me live up to this September. September is the month of change,yet the too familiar,for it caries the both summer and winter at its brink.

[1introvertedsage]

To say I’m terrified of love - is an understatement

Thrust into my life - seems like this must be fated..

[mishhty]

Purple-Pink and Yellow-Green are matches made in heaven

[a-stella-poet]

to hold your hand for a second more, i wonder would it change.

the feel of your hand on my shoulders, i wonder would it change

the feel of your eyes upon mine, i wonder would it change

the feel of your hair, i wonder would it change

would it be different

if i didnt love you

[heartspin2023]

"In your eye I saw a star,

Which you claimed lit from me.

How can your presence brighten my existence,

That when you reflect it,

I view the beauty of the universe?"

[lakisfourouklas-blog]

I am invisible and I've been so for such a long time now.

I go somewhere, anywhere and no one can see me.

I am but a part of the background, an unseen extra

melting into the shadows.

And when I speak my voice goes unheard, though

that's not my totally fault.

Most people know only how to talk,

not at all how to truly listen.

Sometimes I lie to them just to make sure

whether they pay any attention to the words

that escape my lips or not.

I am consistent with my lies,

thus I am a good liar.

And life goes on in never ending circles

that lead to more absences and an

everlasting but somehow welcome invisibility.

[madmansmisc]

My body is living a lie 

Lying as living lies 

Upon a bed of nails 

The spirit is fled at fault

Guilty pleading with itself and I 

Pathetic. A hate like this!

I refuse to accept. Those numbers are hungry

Refuse: the trashman’s treasure 

Jobbing my full time full up life 

[winteranddeath]

It wasn't our fault that home wasn't a safe space for us while we were growing up. It wasn't our fault that all we knew of home was so much pain, violence, and destruction.

No wonder we discovered a sense of belonging and comfort in each other; we found home in each other.

[anticidic]

I'm suffering from a very real crisis of having absolutely poetic lines coming to mind and having nowhere to put them except in my notepad

[velvetporcelain]

automatic weapons

i don’t think so because it’s not my fault

the only way I could get my hands on that was by going through the fire and getting it

the most important aspect is to keep your head down

i am not sure if you can find it

what are your plans

it would make sense to be able to use the word in an appropriate context but I think it could also mean something different

she was a little nervous about the possibility of her being in a world where people were not allowed to move

but you can still get the same amount of energy from a single source of electricity just as the sun does

please don’t forget about me.

-x

[mentalabrasion-blog]

I have conversations with you in my head.

I hate that I do that.

[elle-oh-ell3]

i realised i never put this here for some reason lol so anyway

they say sleep is for the weak.

i am tired, but i am not weak… am i?

on the brink of the winter holidays, i am exhausted, but i am content. 

my songs are beautiful but breaking. 

must i succumb to the weakness in order to be strong? 

sleep is for the week, after all. 

saturdays and sundays were built for rest. 

you can conquer the word tomorrow. 

go to bed, little one. 

no, no, sleep is for the strong.