#poetic darkness

[yourstrulyzoi]

[deadlypoetacademia]

[strokeofserenity]

[flowrrs4u]

I am good. I am loved.

[lethaloptix]

Dismissal is not silence—it is the shattering of something fragile and unseen. A shadow slips into the chest, prying ribs apart to cradle the void left behind.

Indifference is a scream that cannot be heard but is felt, vibrating through marrow and muscle. A scream that declares: You are nothing.

Tonight, I became the nothing that was seen. The darkness consumed me, and I welcomed it. The hollow weight settled in, clawing into flesh, carving its name into bone.

There is no beauty in neglect, only rot. It festers in the cracks left behind, a disease that murmurs: You will never be enough.

And yet, here I stand, still breathing, still burning. Let the darkness take what remains—what’s left belongs to it now.

[peaceishim]

[imsayak]

People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

[lenainwonderland]

- Vladimir Nabokov

[janacademia]

a melt into each other type of love

[existingillusion]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[fictionalaffection]

lost in a world of forgotten books

[lone-nyctophile]

Instead of new branches, I might grow deeper roots.

-David Kishik

[poetic--elixir]

Truth is like fire; to tell the truth means to glow and burn.

— Gustav Klimt

[strokeofserenity]

Margaret Atwood, “The Blind Assassin.”

[flowrrs4u]

and it's so deserving

[mysticpolin]