#my poetey

[iamktb206]

Found this one in the trash can. 🚮

[iblamenabil]

i wish i can give you all your time back, and get mine back

[sherrylephotography]

Barceloneta Beach Spain

My photography @sherrylephotography 5/23

White caps rolling ashore as waves break on the sandy shore

Watching florescent green sails sail smoothly on the blue horizon

Building a sand castle, riding the waves, eating turron ice cream all on this special day in May

[saagar-jaisi-aankhonwali]

Moonlit Pages #2

Moonshine's Musings चांदनी का चिंतन

Today Is June 16 i.e father's day , I wished my dad and gifted him a collage made of our pictures but I can't help and wonder that yes I love my dad too much but at the same time I also hate him.... That doesn't even makes any sense but that's how our relationship is....

I have taken so much after my dad , the way I talk , my anger issues , over possessiveness for people around me and due to these traits , I end up tagging him as a monster but the truth is I am more worse of a monster than him.... I have more anger issues than him , and making him the demon for that just shows how much of a hypocrite I am....

My dad and I are so similar that we end up fighting with each other , we both are just a reflection of each other but just the difference is that :

Yes I am born with my father's anger but the patience my mother holds also runs through my veins....

He is the only man in my life whom I can show faith upon , the world makes me feel unheard , unseen just like a background character but to him I am the only one who matters like i am the main character of his life - his queen , kiki , Rani beti and what not....

I may never say it to him but I love him to the core and he's the best man life has given me....

हाथों की उंगली पकड़ कर चलना सिखाया ख्वाबों के पर् बनाके उड़ना सिखाया अब चल पड़ी हु इस दुनिया से लड़ने में आप बस साथ रह कर मेरी उड़ान देखना इन पंखों की जान देखना ....

I love you dad , I love you so very much....

My dear past self is probably giggling rn....

My dear future self please don't let him down and do make him proud....

Moonshine 💌

[thebutterflypoetess]

Pushed

Everything in me wants, craves, desires more.

And for it I go mad. 

Mad and falling like a devil.

 When I open my eyes, 

 the weight of my memories and my regret fall on my heart. 

 I try (I’m trying, I swear!) to stop living in the past and in the pain,

 but (forgive me, I’m trying!) I get pushed down in the dark and get consumed. 

 My body is exhausted. 

 My mind is exhausted. 

 I get destroyed by the repetitive falling in the void.

��Please, help me escape!

 I was angry, now ashamed,

 the world broke my inner child,

 I feel too much and fear a lot,

 the cold wind can’t stop the fire in me. 

 Everything is wrong and I’ve got nowhere to go. 

 Each day is sadness and grief,

 and I dream of rising Sun and warm breeze,

 yet it is not my time to live.

 And I despise the way the world is.

 I don’t want that world to be where I exist!

 It kills my heart, my mind, my soul,

 and it leaves me cracked and broken.

 I can’t close my eyes in peace,

 laugh tracks echo in my ears,

 and I see, and I hate,

 what happened and what I did.

 She’s a sinner, she’s innocent,

 she is ruined and she’s gone,

 she had no chance of surviving,

 she had to disappear, yet I miss her. 

 Her picture frame is broken and falling off the wall,

 her voice is a whisper in the loud hall, 

 she cannot cry, nor smile, 

 and I bear the consequences of her existence. 

 I’m so sick of this!

I’d rather choke on my blood,

 then to keep being in this cell,

 forced to feel nothing anymore.

 I’m tired of fighting,

 I need to lay down and sleep,

 but I don’t deserve to rest.

 I deserve to die in the dark.

Nothing in me shall get what it desires, right?

For I am emotional and sensitive,

my fate, my damned destiny, is to rot!

Not to be caught, but to be pushed,

not to fly, but to fall,

not to swim, but to drown.

[discocannon8002]

I’m sorry

poem inspired by @doomedmanic

Everyday people, they say.

She’ll get it eventually

why doesn’t she try more

if she just applied herself more

But we are.

We apply ourselves to the point of destruction.

we try. We try until we can’t anymore

and even then we try somehow

why do we try is what you may ask

half of us, we don’t know.

we try just to try because we’re hanging on to a thread

but I know for myself I try

to get a SHRED of your APPRECIATION!!

because I do things I think you couldn’t

if you were depressed!!

SO IM SORRY FOR BEING ME

IM SORRY FOR BEING OVERSTIMULATED!!

I’m sorry I’m worthless

I’m sorry I always mess up

I’m sorry I can’t do it right

I’m sorry I’m not good enough

but mostly I’m sorry that you see me fall

and do nothing. While I apologize apologies

That I don’t truly believe

until… slowly… day by day…

one by one… sorry by sorry…

I believe all these things wrong with me.

[thefictionalgirl]

The youngest daughter

You heard about me a lot,

She mentions me all the time,

They mention me all the time,

How she had to protect me

from the problems I've never caused.

You heard about me right?

But what do you know?

The lazy and unreliable one

in every story?

That's only natural for you to believe,

Because you know I believe that too.

The one who is admired,

The one who is loved.

And the one who doesn't care,

never try to be enough.

One who's "too much"

all the damn time.

And I know you heard about me,

And I know you heard,

How I spend a lot,

Someone your blood and flesh,

gets not as much as you thought.

Mom favours her,

Dad loves her the best,

She does whatever she wants,

a luxurious nest.

You practically heard this a lot, what I'm going to tell you,

Listen to me even though you know–

They sacrificed a lot, for building her life,

She did nothing, but she's the one at the edge of a knife.

Uncivilised, uncompromising and not so nice

No matter who becomes a virtue, she's always the vice.

The oldest's anger and dissatisfaction,

maybe not always it's the case,

But whenever the question is raised,

"They love you the most, they treat you the best"

Arrogant, rebellious and the unpleasant,

She gets that alot, that's how you describe the youngest.

And for whom, parents never cared about you,

And for whom, you had to refuse the last piece of cake.

For whom, you had to give up on your room,

For whom, you'll not be praised even for how much you make.

And you try, to go back on words, to change the fate,

because of the little girl, you want to, but you cannot hate.

And I guess y'all know about these,

The cat, the mouse and the piece of cheese.

And the cat leaves and moves out,

The mouse didn't know how to cope up,

So that's why she always shouts.

But then, how about reading some things unknown ?

What happens to the girl, why doesn't she smile anymore? Why does she always frown?

Did she have to take the responsibility of always being good?

She didn't need to be compared, she didn't need to be called rude.

You were busy complimenting the comparison,

An Individual, who was never known and given a reason.

Good or bad, she never wanted them,

You all made her the antagonist here who loves to complain.

And with the tag of being spoiled one,

she became the alter ego of yours,

The princess with a large mansion

And who never endures.

Someday you leave,

Making her all alone,

She never cries,

She has now grown.

It's the best, cause you never want to see

The teenage self in her eyes again,

Where everything is immature- love, happiness or pain.

She never had the idea of how the world works, right?

She said, "no I'm fine" whenever you charged her,

But the question in her eyes didn't surrender.

Hopeful- she wanted you to try a bit more,

"She never shares, she just knows how to close the door"

You wanted to be a teacher, punish for her mistakes.

She just wanted a sister to share her aches.

Hard or soft, whatever the feelings were,

She just never trusted you again,

And why would she do it?

You became a traitor

You never took the share of her pain.

And where were you, when she was on her knees,

Praying to make it all stop?

You were not there when she got home.

You were not there when she was trying to build her rome.

She never blamed you for choosing your happiness.

But why's that different when it comes to her?

Why can't you all see

That she too has a lot of scars?

To have nothing,

It must be hard, it must be bad,

But I had you,

Then why have I always felt sad?

I cannot describe the mixed feelings,

Maybe this all happened because of us.

I love you more than my life,

I cried a lot, weren't my eyes enough obvious?

I was not a criminal, nor you were,

We could have made it better, I swear.

But you never ever tried,

And I always denied.

You left the room, you left me alone,

Now you ask me about my feelings? Why have I never shown?

Was it so easy for you to abandon everything?

I know it's not bad, but why can't I do nothing?

TELL ME TELL ME I WANT TO KNOW,

don't you know that this crappy delinquent always feels so low?

After all this time,

After screaming for so long,

You hear the depth of my voice,

What about my continuous melancholic song?

Can't you see it falling from my eyes?

Can't you see I'm tired of tossing the dice?

Constantly hoping to earn a six,

I'll pick the pieces up in order to fix.

I refuse to believe in cracks,

I will try, I'll try to give what it lacks,

But you can never give me back, the years I spent yearning in vain,

Even if you try to have a conversation with stories from the memory lane.

Distanced soul,

Unattached roles

How do you think it happened?

How do you know it's not for the best?

Because that's way she became her,

That's way of the youngest.

✒mystica

[allmpoems]

I don't feel any different [9/2/24]

I don't feel any different.

Can they tell?

Do they know?

I don't feel any different.

Did I change?

Does it show?

I still feel just like myself.

I'm not altered.

I'm not changed.

I guess they lied,

when they said.

I wouldn't be the same.

I don't feel any different.

It just felt

a little new

I don't feel any different.

Except closer, now,

to you.

[gwyns-writing]

sigh of a dyke

356 queer people*

320 beautiful trans people**

365 days***

*who suffered a hate crime in 2023.

**murdered in 2023.

***in 2023.

1 queer child*

468 bills**

52 days***

*murdered in 2024.

**that killed them, just from 2024.

***in 2024, only.

sigh. it's heavy. but what can I do?*

*cry, pray, search, hope, abandon religion, try again, fail, fight, scream, grieve your compassion, damn the murderers, damn your father and damn your parents, damn your peers, damn the boys you met in high school, damn your middle school religion teachers, damn the people that killed them, all of the people that killed them, all of the politicians who started this, and who continue it, and all of the people who believe in an evil god's word and hold hate in their hearts and laugh at a person's queerness and say that the fight is won. they are all responsible. they killed this child. they all did. pray that hell is hot for them, and pray that there is a heaven just for queer people, and pray that there is a heaven for you, too, you despicable, evil, sick, disgusting fucking dyke.

[robinprinceofchaos]

‘You know who you are’

do i?

do i, truly, know who i am?

i mean, what do i look like in your eyes?

it must be so.

different.

[ily-beyond-measure-carstairs]

I looked him in the eyes and wondered if there was ever a poem more beautiful than him.

[kate-bush-was-right]

Park bench

While you're away I'll tend to your flowers

I'll water them with the same care you would

I'll feed your pets, nourishing something that has loved you as I have

I'll keep your room tidy, leave your bed the way you left it

I'll only enter every now and then to dust.

I promise not to read your diaries, only running my finger along their spines

Tracing where your hands once touched

When those flowers from your garden are in full bloom, I'll harvest them from the soil for you

I'll make enough money to donate a park bench to our town

At the market I'll sell them

In the seat will be engraved a message of our love and your name

I will sit on that bench everyday until it becomes a monument to us both

And every person who passes and needs to rest, will know your name and that you were loved.

[selenepluto]

"She lives the poetry she cannot write."

~ Oscar Wilde

[inkboundsoulwhisper]

a goddamn illiterate

[feeldeeplyfeeltenderly]

Eyelashes on skin

Couches hold memories both good and bad

Tea stains and chocolate chip pancakes

My head on your shoulder

No

Your head on mine

Cyclical lives and hands in your hair in my hair in your hair

I dream of arms that hold me close

The air is thick and hot

My love

Words that slip out unintentionally

Words that don’t enter the forefront of your mind before leaving your lips

Your lips on mine, pressed upside down before you fall into bed

We silently reminisce over a secret

I know more about you than so many others and that favor has been returned

Ten hours, twelve hours, fifteen hours

Could I spend the night with you again one day?

Wake up next to you

Feel you turn and wrap me up in your arms

The travesty is not missing it, but only having had it once

Hands in your hair in my hair in your hair

Come back home