#poetry writers

[arcassin21]

"NNF"

By Arcassin B

Shit it all depends,

If we all divide or we all in,

Better repent the sins,

This ain't no religious pen,

Think you tryna' help me?

You think i need new friends?

Maybe it all depends.

The world ends , from me pen,

Multiverses from my head to shins,

The light within,

Wanna' hang with me?

Think i need new friends?

Full below ⬇️

[allyinbloom]

a piece i wrote ✨✨✨

[mumbled-tea]

Pretty Faces

Look at my incapability to turn my back towards the mirror, Don't know how dreadful would be those marks, those scars given by the backstabbers. Could've sacrificed it all in the name of friendship, Was ready to fight off battles to protect that very person. Called you my human diary, now you ripped off the pages of our story as if we were nothing. How wonderful was that friendship of immaturity, pure and spotless like our soul. Now don't know what your new people have done, today you don't have time for the old ones.

After so many quarrels the heart can never be as pure as in childhood. Then why even today I don't feel like erasing your pictures out of my device? Why I don't have the nerve to forget the moments spent with you. Throwing away your gifts can't get me any peace, I doubt my own self with every attempt to leave you. Can forget a stranger who was never close, But what about you who is with me in every breath? Never thought I provided resident to the meanest, Worse than the one who cheats right in front. Now I don't trust pretty face with friendly smiles, The heart of a hypocrite is as dark as the depths and deadly like the heights.

[two-bees-poetry]

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[poetryforall]

[daughterofchaosstuff]

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[ptimepoet]

- Clementine Von Radics

[katarinazurar]

“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

[melloncolliegalaxies]

[pink-heart-writes]

[mumbled-tea]

How come every beginning have to be so beautiful? But who knows what the ending holds.

[two-bees-poetry]

twenty years across the sea

[deadlypoetacademia]