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[sass-ruby]

𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟

The sun made friends with the moon,

Oh, the scars he had to bear.

Though, he'd get used to it soon,

The sun loved him, even when the moon caused him despair.

They were an inseparable pair.

As the years went by,

The sun faced insanity.

The moon had to say goodbye, what a shame,

It left the sun in a mangled mentality.

On himself, he put the blame.

A new moon was born,

A new path of life.

One that had sworn, to be better,

Than the one in the afterlife.

The sun trusted, that his heart wouldn't shatter.

The new moon started to change,

His face was unrecognizable.

How strange, all the sun saw was a traitor,

And his actions weren't excusable.

He turned into a stranger.

The old moon returned,

Who is now trying to mend his ways.

The sun's heart is burned, as the new moon,

goes through his Nexus phase.

One day, he'll surely see his name on a tomb.

He lost two versions of his brother,

how hasn't he lost himself yet?

I fear, that's just the way his life is,

which has began to be his mindset.

His suffering will for enternity be endless.

(a poem made by me, inspired by a comment I saw!)

[bluenerdtastemaker]

Bound and Betrayed

Four years chained, no rise, no gain,

Each victory met with silent disdain.

An Asian star, in a world of white,

Dimming his glow, denying his right.

May the ones who mocked his grace,

Fall to ruin, their deeds erased.

May the man continue to burn because this world doesn't deserve him.

[rosesareblanche]

I see how healing and exquisite the nature is,

I see how flawed, yet unflinching it’s creation is,

A breath of wind untethered the leaves,

The tree grew more to honor the bereaved,

The kindom of fauna feral at it’s core,

The legacy of flora to relieve all that’s mold,

Reveling all it’s seasons, it shades no crevice,

I see how sanguine and embracing the nature is.

[happydahlia]

cascading tears

I cry too much,

Usually over too little.

Things that seem so soul crushing in the moment,

But looking back they’re quite pathetic.

I try to stop the floodgates from opening,

To prevent the inevitable wave of self-disgust that follows.

But the crushing weight my mind bestows on every little thing forces them open.

Why does something that’s so stupid in hindsight hurt so much now?

I can’t stop it no matter how hard I try.

So I cry until I can’t breathe,

Until my hands shake and my lungs are aching.

And until every bone in my body feels as heavy as lead.

Over time I’ve learned that I usually have no need to cry,

That i shouldn’t be so wounded at every turn.

So I wipe my tears, take a deep breath, and push it away.

It won’t matter in the morning anyways.

A/N: hii! Same as alwaysss, likes, reblogs, and comments are all greatly appreciated. I love hearing how other people relate to or interpret what I write so if you’d like to share my messages and asks are open, or you can just leave it in the comments lol. <3

@world-seen

[rainbow-starheart]

"As distance as we can be from the start"

"It become my mission to not let anything tear is apart"

"For your happiness is what I desire to see"

"For in this world,a smile united is what makes us all a family"

"As long as I'm here to matters end"

"nothing will ever stop me to become you friend"

Rainbow StarHeart by me

Anon-Chan by @a-can-of-canvas-paint

(decided to repost this :D)

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

heyd maggots im so fuckying sleepy the sleep meds hfit and ifm mmmmghg. here haved this poem i wofrte... a year alvgo? more? ufidk. copfy pasting it. it'sc a bit sad and i hfope i dont feel that way anymogre but i found it while lukrking through my gdrive so here have it anyrdway:

I flew far north over slipping rapids  I’d been younger by a couple of years  The last time I saw those salmon eggs  In patient wait in winter here I flew far north over familiar waters  Ice-crystal blue mirrored before  But the blood from my feathers dropped down now Into the ripples that lapped on the shore I flew far north over a white-lined river  The stars spilled tipped over onto clouds If there was one thing that could be forgiven Would I have the courage to say it aloud? I flew far north over misted perennials Lonelier than ever, but no words to give  If there was one thing that could be forgiven  Could I be forgiven for the fear to live? I flew far north over sugared streams  The reflection that followed me on my way An enemy, a friend, a dangerous lover That stayed by my side from starlight to day I flew far north over ashen tributaries  The ancient code my only guide Till the one voice that told me to live Became the one that most wanted to die I flew far north over gritty sheet flows  Wings beat slower and the beat kept score I flew till the wind was all that held me and  Laid me down in the waters for evermore.

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,gmmg anyway vgoodnight 9i love you slal so much.

[felicejules]

Little Serenade of a Dreamer

I know you only exist in my dreams

Chocolate brown eyes and a smile that beams

Your fingertips rough, you tickle my skin

As you catch me off-guard and pull me in-

-to the best of shenanigans one could think of

With you, I'm in trouble and maybe in love

You are my comfort, safe haven, and friend

Even though you leave me at every night's end

When morning comes, I wake up alone

Yet still I smile, you are never truly gone

Then I believe it's your laughter I'm hearing

“Sebastian…” I whisper, my heart full and yearning.

The ghost of a touch, then a trick of the light

And I cannot wait to see you again tonight…

[aliciagarci]

In the midnight's hush, a poem I shall weave,

With words that captivate, and minds it shall deceive.

Imagery and rhythm, a dance upon the page,

A masterpiece of wonder, to keep people in awe and engage.

From nature's beauty to love's sweet embrace,

Each line a stroke of art, a story to embrace.

With words as my paintbrush, I'll create a vivid scene,

A tapestry of emotions, like you've never seen.

So let your imagination soar, as the words come alive,

In this unique poem, let your spirit thrive.

For in the realm of poetry, wonders unfold,

Leaving hearts enchanted, and stories yet untold.

May this poem be a journey, a magical flight,

That keeps you in awe, from morning until night.

For poetry has a power, to touch hearts and souls,

And leave a lasting impression that forever unfolds.

[moonblacckkk]

Beneath the weight of a heavy sky, i tread through shadows that whisper lies.

The walls around me grow tighter still, a silent battle, a war of will.

I am a bird with broken wings, yearning for the song that freedom brings.

Yet every step feels chained to the ground, in a world where love is a hollow sound.

They say they care, they say they see, but their love feels like a distant plea.

Empty echoes in a cavern of doubt, leaving my soul to wander about.

Depression's claws dig deep, unseen, a cruel master in this haunting scene.

Yet within me burns a fragile spark, fighting to guide me out of the dark.

Though I stumble, though I fall, i know there's light beyond this wall.

But what if the spark is not enough? What if my spirit, weary and rough, succumbs to the silence, the endless night, and fades into shadows, out of sight?

No voice will call, no hand will save, just an echoing heart in a silent grave.

[unrittenn]

A hug is the color orange

Not like a traffic cone but like that rusty color that paints the sky at dusk

A Hug is the rain hitting my window pain

Not the kind that shakes the trees but the kind that falls and barely makes the leaves shake

A hug is a warm meal

Not something you eat with with your hands but a pasta or soup that leaves you feeling full

A hug is sleep

Not the restless kind where you toss and turn but the kind that envelopes you slowly and deeply leaving you well rested in its wake

A hug is what I need

Not like air or food but the way a child needs is mother after a fall or a dog sits at the door for his owner not for treats but for love

- Trash

[nervousloveheart]

I was never meant to fly like the rest of you

I was never meant to fly like the rest of you. I was never meant to see the world from a birds eye view, above the clouds with the sun glistening on my feathers. I was never meant to feel life like that, to feel the world like that. 

Instead, I was meant to spend my days crawling, sometimes stumbling over the endless miles on our earth, putting one foot in front of the other. 

But I don’t mind. They can’t see the beauty that I do. They can’t see the tiny blades of dewed grass in the morning, they can’t see the grains of sand on a beach rolling out with the waves. They can’t see the footprints on commonly traveled paths that connect people from all walks of life, they can’t see the ripple of water on the surface of a lake. 

They will never know what they’re missing.

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In this poem, I described things high off the ground and in the air to represent neurotypical people’s way of thinking and the way the world was built to accommodate them. I described things close to the ground to represent the way neurodivergent people are often focused on one thing and how they can see the beauty in some things a lot easier than others can, and because the way they see things is different to the way neurotypical people do. Flying does not equal success, you can’t find diamonds if you’re not digging in the dirt.

[kaytaygay]

Ok I was just chilling in my bed when my brain came up with this piece of poetry

In a sea filled with chaos and uncertainty are you a continent? A land that’s known to many, always there for others to lean on for security and a sense of safety.

Or are you an island? A small paradise known only to a few, however those that know you feel safe and secure in your presence.

Or are you just another boat on the sea searching for a continent or island to call your own.

I’m not a poet I’ve never come up with any sort of poetry before but I think this is beautiful!

[dddistracted]

Lemons

Going back to the one you had before

Leaving me behind it all

Unclothed of all my trauma

Like pouring lemon on a wound

It hurts

Your ignorance like salt

Hurting me with every noun, every verb

You feel like a lemon to a wound.

[rosesareblanche]

Yearning to believe, willing to follow,

My head’s rotting with foul dreams, my insides are hollow,

How long it has been since I had a blissful sleep?

My smile’s crooked and my cuts too deep,

An apple’s bite might drowse my soul,

Living my girlhood reverie, O what a site to behold,

Champions the grief, I relearnt to breathe,

But a damned prince kisses and my heart’s ensheathed.

[marcelinesghost13]

Once again, blog she took her claws and ripped out my heart and put all her hate into it. When she was done she shoved it back in my chest. With a venomous tone told me you know what hate feels like. As she played the victim of our tragic love story.

[divshit11]

How can I start anew with another,

And forget the love we shared together?

How can I invest effort, only for it to be in vain,

Share happy moments then endure the pain?

How can I trust and let someone in,

Believing he's the one, with honesty within?

How can I bond and dare to care,

When they might say it meant nothing, leaving me bare?