#can poetry heal

[nicholasandriani]

How to Write Poetry for Beginners: A Masterclass on Craft, How to Read Poetry, and How to live Poetically

Welcome, aspiring poets! If you have a passion for words and a desire to express yourself through verse, then this e-learning unit on writing poetry is perfect for you. Who would benefit from this course? Beginner poets who want to learn the fundamentals of poetry, including form, meter, and rhyme. Experienced poets who want to hone their craft and experiment with new techniques and…

[amburuthings]

– Vir shiral malasa, bellanaris.

[arylleth]

A friend once told me that the secret to finding love was not to actually look for it, but to heal the things that were preventing you from seeing and receiving it. I think the biggest one of all is, “What will having this love fix?” What will having this person next to me make me feel better about? What do I need them to tell me? What do I need them to prove? Who do I need them to look great in front of? What purpose do they serve for my ego?

[timetravelsong]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

[darkfrenchwitch]

something breaking

in the silence

holds me back

some- hazmat level

truths

my spine just isn't ready

to shoulder

i stay a busy seance

play tea with

my ghosts

but,

stillness is

a cruel kind of patient

waiting

for my feet

to touch the ground

[honeypleasejustkillme]

got “save me an orange” by hayley grace today, tho im ngl i didn’t finish it yet, i got to page 35 and had to put it down cuz i was crying too much to see 😭

(i HIGHLY recommend)

[usefulquotes7]

When you can tell your story and it doesn't make you cry, that's when you know you've healed. Unknown

[sadghostgirl14]

[jay-wasreblogging]

Dharma (pt 2)

[2riskywhiskey]

And For Her

And For Her…

I would leave.

I would leave this

head full of doubt;

This head full of obsession;

This head full of lonely and controlling unforgiving thoughts;

I would leave it for the better.

I would pack it’s bags,

demand it never come back..

I would sign those papers and divorce the depression;

I would leave these disorders with nothing but a restraining order.

Because with her, I don’t have to fight for my endorphins;

I don’t have to spell “dopamine” three times to feel I deserve it;

And I don’t have to beg for mercy

For the girl I meet each day in the mirror;

I don’t have to pretend to be good at pretending.

And for her…

I would cut those strings,

Tied to this ring,

Woven in addictions and regret;

I would toss it in a lake somewhere,

And I would kill it inside of my head..

And I would forgive myself;

For every lash,

Every bruise,

Every scar,

I would apologize to that little girl,

For giving up on love,

Because she was given,

All the wrong love from the world.

And I will fight for her when she cannot fight for herself.

I will hold her hands,

And wipe her tears,

And tell her gently in her ear,

That there will never be a day…

That I will not be there for her.

-jlh

[irfanullashariff]

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

- Emily Dickinson

[six-white-venus]

I wrap my fingers around the warm cup of tea. I have discovered that I like lemon tea now. I’ve been discovering a lot of things lately; my smile, to breathe without hurting, what it means to exhale, unwinded shoulders, and the love i have for my perima.

I take a sip. It’s new. It’s wonderful.

I learn to play rummy during my vacation.

I’m good at it, but my cousins are way better than me. But that’s okay. I’m still learning, and that’s okay.

I learn how to reduce points from my stack (one by one, I pick my troubles out of my chest. I don’t need them anymore), I learn that I know way more songs than I thought I knew (I look back at the path I’ve walked. How come I never noticed the flowers that lined them?).

My sister wins the game. I grin because I’m no longer in the last place.

I flip through the polaroids taken in the last two months.

click! I hold my birthday gifts in my trembling hands. They’re lovely. I burst into tears as my best friend holds me close. In her arms, I am safe. I know when I fall, she will be there to catch me, always.

click! I talk to her till midnight about all my woes. She’s saved as ‘mushroom head’ in my phone and I miss her terribly. A month later, we sit on the floor of a bookstore and she listens to me ramble about classics. The distance between us isn’t so huge anymore.

click! I’m out of breath from cycling. The girl painted in red sits behind me and yells, “Hurry! Before anyone sees us!” We sit down to catch our breath in a lonely, lively part of the forest. I look at her like she’s my sun.

click! we talk for hours and hours on the phone and dream of our future together, of grocery runs, dorm rooms and fitful sleep. Every time we meet, we end up in a pile of laughter and tangled limbs. He is home.

click! they yell my name whenever they catch sight of me, like my presence matters, like it’s precious. Our feet carry us towards each other, running, running, running, till we meet halfway in an embrace that steals my breath away. I knock my head against theirs and we exhale a laugh.

I close the album with a smile. There are many more polaroids to take.

days blur into weeks. I get my heart broken by the people I love, and I pick myself up again. I gag and push away my sister, laughing, when she bites my cheek. I goof around with my mother, learn to drive from my father and fall on my face once. The wounds don’t bother me because I know they’ll cease to burn one day. My doctor gives me a fist bump and wishes me luck for my exam.

I sleep. I wake up. I wonder what’s for breakfast as I brush my teeth. I’m glad I exist.

[epiphanydusk]

sometimes I’ll hold on to all my anger and fury because it’s my only remnant of everything we had, maybe some part of me wants to hate you more than I want to forget.

[irregularspace]

Healing cares nothing for what caused a wound… Its only desire it to recover, to repair the damage and rejoice in being unbroken…

[whogivesmestrengthhh]

Love keepers

You’re thoughtful and considerate

But sometimes selfish and forgetful

All the “I’m sorry’s”

And the “I forgive you’s”

Will eventually take their toll

Is this all just in the learning?

How many dices will we roll?

I always understand after the fact

But you always seem so cruel

I’ll keep trying extend my patience

Just don’t play me for the fool

Disengagement

&

Indifference

To them, I’m no stranger

All I pray is that the love will stay

No more becoming a relationship endangered

We’ve planted security more than ever before

So I say, no more heart breakers

Eventually the hurt will finally lose its sting

Let us be love growers and love keepers

[aj-artjunkyard]

Consumed w/ the urge to make a reverse-Frank-Zhang OC aka a new camper who everyone swears is an Ares kid that turns out to be an Apollo kid

Ares camper: tough break on that claiming last week man how goes it in the sissy cabin

A 6ft, ripped 15yo littered with battle scars and armed to the teeth, bangin out a sick beat on the war drums: bro tell me why this actually goes hard