#Written

[hereiswhatremains]

"I think in the end all I really wanted was for you to see how much I could have loved you."

— excerpt from the collection dyingful by akhira

[misterpoet333]

how i wish to be safe from darkness

untouchable from its bile

denial my form of ignorance

its forces haunt my shadows

i have no fear about these dangers

accepting they're all to real

but under my skin they'll never crawl

my faith won't let them in

[horriblewithwords]

It was natural for me to claim her.

It was like I had known her in a past life.

My body flowed to her like a current had brought us together.

Natural attraction. For one. For another. I noticed her. How she reacted when she felt my touch. How connected she was to my skin.

It was normal for us. No one dared to question it.

[poetryforall]

[shawtyimmaparty]

Once we start loving ourselves, people no longer seem good to us unless they are actually good for us.

[drunkwriternim]

Darling, you made everyone else unattractive to me.

[godsentfailure]

[ballisticjingles05]

Even as tears fall from my eyes, I'm still the one whispering, "Sorry."

[famoussongpeach]

"Bleed the Sky"

The sky bursts open,

not gently,

not softly,

but like a body breaking,

like something holding on for too long

finally letting go.

The first drop hits—

hot asphalt hisses,

dust rises like ghosts startled awake,

and the earth opens her mouth

like she’s starving.

There’s no beauty here.

No poetry.

Just the raw writhing of water finding cracks,

finding hunger,

finding every place that aches or crumbles or waits.

The rain doesn’t ask permission.

It doesn’t care where it falls—

forest, rooftop, desert, skin.

It pounds against leaves as if to punish them

for turning their faces away,

fills the throats of rivers

until they choke on their own rushing,

slides down windowpanes like tears

too heavy to hold back.

And it keeps going.

There is no tenderness in this.

This is not about grace.

This is about gravity and surrender,

the weight of billions of tiny impacts

stripping the world bare.

And something in you loosens—

against your will,

unraveling in the rhythm,

in the relentless pounding that reminds you of your own breaking,

of the times you couldn’t stop falling.

You stand there,

letting it hit you,

letting it drench everything you thought was safe.

Maybe this is what healing feels like:

not silent, not soft,

not clean.

But messy.

Wet hands in the dirt,

skin soaked,

blurry vision as everything spills.

The rain knows.

It always knows.

It comes to destroy,

and in the destruction

it leaves something you didn’t know you were—

raw, gasping,

and growing.

[votive-candle]

29 / 07 / 2024 🪩🕺🏽🚓🤞🏽

i got WELL carried away with this one, lads

couldn't decide if i wanted to write a fanfic or draw fan art so i kind of did both at the same time for maximum efficiency

again i’ve not even played much of the game because i've been so inspired to draw and write as soon as i got started, so i am maybe projecting some personality onto them for now, but i want to think Kim likes to fluster Harry a lot (platonically or romantically, either is good)

mostly gleamed that from the "mambo or jambo line" among others

also wrote an excerpt from Shivers but it got a little suggestive for the comic

[wolkenleere]

And I wondered what it was like to be chosen. I was never chosen. I was a maybe, a probably, sometimes even a definitely but never the one, never the chosen one.

Unknown

[hereiswhatremains]

"Even, after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, 'You owe me.' Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky."

— Hafiz

[misterpoet333]

all these souls claim to know me

but not one can say

my name

their greedy hunger

clamoring for attention

they selfishly distract with games

i need not know the hell they hide behind shadows and mist

i claim my soul and defend my name

always protecting myself

[horriblewithwords]

Long story short, they say you can only lie to yourself for so long before you know what you know and know what you don’t know to be true.

[poetryforall]