#poem by me

[a-void-home]

iv. excerpt from kinder death

[mywitchlove]

Fingertips burn, lips collide,

Breathless moans, no place to hide.

Teeth on skin, a fevered crave,

Drowned in lust, we misbehave.

No mercy, love, no sacred vow-

Take me, wreck me, here and now.

☽◯☾

[the-banks-of-lethe]

Xaire Hypnos, the Night-Wanderer

Hypnos Nyktipolos // Night-wanderer

! This epithet for Lord Hypnos was made in the modern times, this is not conducive to any historical records of Hypnos [though was used for other deities] !

Rejoice in he who wanders at night! Patrolling the streets; Lulling all he meets at bedroom windows, Straw made nests; And store bought doghouses; To a restful night of slumber, succumbing to his alluring embrace; Yearning for more when lovely Eos rises, Saying their goodbyes with a yawn and stretch to greet the day.

Praise he who wanders the earth at night, giving sleep to all, Hypnos!

[feral-harvest]

excerpt by me <3

[aureumaze]

december speaks in frost,

and whispers of ghosts.

the air bites like an old promise,

heavy with yesterdays.

it's lingering in the quiet.

december settles like an old wound,

aching beneath the snow.

it's a thief, stealing warmth.

—a.m

[alice-syndrome-archived]

All shipping is okay.

If you don't like it go away,

Instead of ruining an artists day,

With a slanderous and hypocritical display.

[annagxx]

She Deserved the Light All my life, there was only dark, so I became my own small spark. A lonely glow, a fragile flame, but it was mine—I had no shame. Through endless voids, I swam alone, my light, my guide, my heart, my home. But then I saw a glow unknown, not made by me, not mine—its own. I reached, I trusted, I let go, and in that warmth, I lost my glow. Now here I lay, the fight was long— I made my light, but I was wrong. She fought, she burned, she shined so bright, and still, she lost���she deserved the light.

-कashak

[zukoxhere]

Shattered Expectations

When they see me

They imagine me as someone I’m not

A dream, a lie or a thought

When they see the real me

Disappointment is the look I see

I’m not the fantasy you’ve made

Just a memory that will fade

I don’t blame you because

Your eyes could be misleading

And my looks are deceiving

[cpyyder]

I want to go out more. and I want to take pictures of myself. I want to be with my friends. and I want to hold hands. and spin around barefoot. on fresh grass. and we are laughing so much I need you to show me I’m real. you try to take your hands away from mine. I need you to tell me I’m real. and I’m clutching. and I’m shaking. and I’m begging. and you’re not laughing anymore. why aren’t we laughing anymore? but I never was. everything is blurry and my cheeks are wet. I am praying that I exist.

[a-void-home]

[mywitchlove]

"𝔸 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖’𝕤 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣"

ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕖,

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣—𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖.

𝔹𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤,

ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟—𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤.

☽◯☾

[noirrose96]

Your absence makes existence feel like a chore. My every breath a reminder, Of why it’s not commingled with yours Or illustrating my desire, painting with the hues of want. Of why it shudders beneath the weight of grieving us. And when I dare to imagine you severing the frail, insufficient veins still binding my heart to yours— I forget how to breathe entirely.

[feral-harvest]

— Carolina Outcrop

[aureumaze]

i build the same house each time,

brick by brick with my trembling hands.

cracked beneath the polished floor.

i plant the same garden,

seeds of trust in barren soil.

the roots rot, falls to weeds.

i sail the same ship through storms,

patching the sails with old regrets.

i sink again into familiar waters.

a house in ruins,

a garden overgrown,

a ship swallowed by the sea,

i still return to rebuild.

—a.m.

[chand-ki-priyatama]

I forgot how to love

Now I no more feel those butterflies

The glint in my eyes lies

So dim , so dull

Almost as if it's gone

i do not know how to love

Perhaps my heart has forgotten

Forgotten ~ how to love

I always prayed to the once up above

To bestow me with a love

Which feels more than love

But now I stand in a hazy maze

When once my head was filled with craze

Craze ~ to love and to be loved madly

When once I would have

Sufficed my life gladly

Just to be loved by the one I love

Firstly I struggled to unlove

But now my heart has forgotten its own depths

Perhaps my heart has forgotten how to love

I forgot how to love

The only thing which kept me sane

But now ,

I forgot how to love ~K.Y 💗

[themundanepoet99]

"Don’t Let Poets Lie to You"

They’ll tell you

the moon is lonely,

that the sea is full of longing,

that love is a fire

or a storm

or a bird

with fragile wings.

But the moon is just a rock,

the sea doesn’t miss you,

and love—

love is neither a wildfire

nor a hurricane.

It’s an old coat

you wear without thinking,

a key you never lost

but sometimes forget to use.

Poets will dress up sadness,

tie a ribbon around it,

call it beautiful,

but grief is not poetry—

it’s dishes in the sink,

a number you don’t dial,

a laugh that lands wrong

because the right person

isn’t there to hear it.

They’ll say time heals,

but time does nothing

except keep moving

whether you’re ready or not.

They’ll spin you a world

where words fix things,

where metaphors soften the edges,

where the right stanza

can pull you back

from whatever edge

you’re standing on.

But words are just words.

They won’t hold you at night,

they won’t change

what has already happened.

At best,

they sit beside you,

quiet company

in the dark.

So don’t let poets lie to you.

Or do.

Sometimes the lies

are all we have.