#self wrote poems

[grandevnyl]

What is love!?

What is love? I ask the man who has conveyed his 'love' to me,

"Love," he says, " it's something that makes you take the risk, hopes for a future, and makes your lungs struggle to breathe. " ....

I ask then, isn't it better to just not love ?

"We all wish, but sometimes our heart wishes something else, and it's too late to stop," he says .....

Now I wonder if my lungs will ever feel the way his did, every time we met.

- Grande ♡

[valentines-diary-too]

You told me once 

‘Always the poet, never the poetry’

And while words have never been my strength 

I know, with every stanza I read

You, my love,

Are the women every poet portrays.

—valentines-diary

[goldenroseeon]

We already got the Minecraft movie, it's called "Let's Actually Play Minecraft Again" by RT "Drift King" Game.

[aquiescentmoon]

Do you know the person who ask opinions from you but never respects you?

Yah, that’s my dad.

[whogivesmestrengthhh]

Today, a friend said something to me that made me sad but hopeful.

That the last time you left, it really broke me apart. But this time, I’m really healing from it all.

It’s been painful and it’s hard, but I’m healing what was broken. What was broken back then, and broken again wasn’t like the first time.

I’m proud of myself for the growth of how I’ve been processing my pain, but that does not mean the depth of my wounds have not been the deepest they’ve ever been.

With you, I think for the first time with anyone. I really started to let my guard down, let you break through my walls and unveils my masks. I really started to trust you, I really wanted to try. I gave my everything into what I hoped would be a lifetime together. I pushed myself past limits I didn’t know I had or could and challenged myself in ways I never dreamed. I gave my undying devotion, maybe even past the point I should have. Because I believed in us. I wanted so bad for it to be you and me. Even against all signs and all actions showing me maybe it shouldn’t be. I really have no regrets for all the work and effort and love I outpoured into us and into myself. I want to hold true to all the goodness it brought out of me, and the testimony to my willingness to keep trying.

I’m grappling with the pain that despite all the efforts and all the trust, we so devotionally tried to built back between us, was shattered in a single moment. That everything in the aftermath was just thrusting the knife deeper inside. Ripping apart any last shred of hope between us. And even though I have to keep reminding myself that shreds and shattered pieces can never be whole again, I know my heart will heal. It may be battered and bruised with slashes and holes, but it will find new hope again. When I can fully let go of the grief of what I hoped would be, and I release myself from your grasp of good memories and the drowning of bad ones. I will come to a better place of clarity and peace.

For now, I go through the process of the waves of emotions, from relief, to freedom, to despair, to reminiscing, to confusion, to anger, to hope, to sorrow, to all the waves of ups and downs to come. That I know will bring me closer to deeper understanding and stronger growth, with a soft and open kept heart.

[hakaan05]

It’s too cruel to bring a lesson out of you, too harsh to be a mistake on trusting. Yet I do anyway. To salvage something good out of you.

To look at you and not hate you, but still have the courage to say no. Instead I close my eyes, fearing that in the end I might have learned nothing.

I don’t want to brand you as a mistake

[badtzr0m1]

To love like a dog

I’m like a dog, no matter how much you hurt me I always stay in hopes of seeing change, I don’t try to bite nor bark, I don’t growl or run.

I’m like a dog, an obedient well trained puppy who just wants nothing but to please you, not caring for my well being, love you even when you despise me.

I’m like a dog not caring about the world, not caring about myself, whose sole purpose is to love and protect you.

[beautifulballoonface]

When you ask me what love is, I can't give you an answer,

But, maybe just maybe

It's about the little things

The little things between you and me

And between me and them,

Them and you,

And you and you

How I stock up my fridge with cold drinks

Even though no one in my home likes it

How I always beat the coffee for my friend

Making it look like it's something I always do

When in honesty, I'm too lazy to even make me a coffee

And maybe love is reading stuff on internet

The stuff which barely makes sense to me

The technologies and what not

Even though the last time I needed something

It was my brother who had to help me

So maybe love is not just the grand gestures

And maybe it's not always romantic either

It's just the little things

And our whole life around it

Between me and them,

Between me and me.

[leonieanderson]

I also spoke of poetry and sunsets, and none of this bored him.

Excerpted from ‘ Autumn Notions’ by Leonie Anderson

[violet-evers]

Oh my gosh I think I'm

falling in love...

With myself 🔥

[hoppipolla]

I was fine before. What did I do wrong?

(bold effect insp.)

[grandevnyl]

" you smiled when you should've ignored....

You reached out when you should've walked away.....

You healed me when you should've hurt me.

Now, you made me greedy......

Greedy for more."

-grande ^⁠_⁠^

[weaselle]

my paper self's depleted missing much and full of holes i've got a lot of paper needed to fulfill my paper roles i have to find my fucking files full of info on my living in the the real world it's vile how the forms are unforgiving i must return a new request for my paper proof of birth to continue on my quest to pass the ports upon this earth with my passport well in hand i can demand my other three pages powers of this land understand as my I.D. and that's a drop a drip a dribble in the bureaucratic bucket so i submit these stupid scribbles while my soul is screaming "fuck it"

[that-chronic-fairy]

"why would you do that to yourself"

Because life happens

Things happen

.. people happen

..................................

Sometimes you're so depressed that the only way to feel alive is taste the silver of the blade

To see the blood

And to feel the sting

........................................

This world is not a kind one

[verrixstudios]

« Muddied blood fills the rivers

forcing even those of ice to shiver

look not for dull scales

though from mud comes the wails

Four dragonets will rise to power

before a final acid shower

dirty blood will rise to fame

a new territory here to claim »

“Mako, what is this?” Flourish asked in confusion, the bright blue and rather lanky dragon was staring at the tattered scroll, a face of confusion.

“Uh..” Mako murmured, looking to the ground sheepishly. She was shorter and rounder than the bright dragon before her, and her dark scales were helping her blend into the shadows she so desperately wanted to crawl away and hide into. She was always a terrible liar, and even worse at hiding what she wanted to lie about. Her nightwing father blamed it on her seawing side.

“Mako!” Flourish repeated, urgently this time. She turned quickly, pushing the paper into the other’s chest. It fluttered pathetically to the ground, landing on the dark talons below. “Cause it sounds a lot like one of your prophecies again!”

“It’s nothing!” Mako complained as she lowered her head, her frilled tail swiping the tattered page into a pile of similar tattered pages. “I told you, those things get stuck in my head until I write them down! It drives me bonkers, actually.”

“Okay well usually they’re something like ‘oogly boogly wow, dinners gonna be a cow, yay-“

“None of them have ever said ‘Boogly’!” Mako interrupted with a wrinkle in her dark snout.

“My point is-“ Flourish interrupted in return, huffing, “-Why does this sound like an actual prophecy and why was it hidden in a pile of scraps?”

“Because… It’s weird. It’s nothing like my other ones…” Mako mumbled dejectedly, her wings folded right at her sides, fiddling and fidgeting. “I doubt it’s one that comes true,”

“Even the ones about dinner are always true!” Flourish exclaimed with a flick of her tail, her scales flickering a mix of colors she was clearly trying to hide. She was concerned. Why was this so weird? Why was Mako acting like this? Why now?!

“Well- yeah! Cause they usually hunt for whatever they say!” Mako retorted, growing nervous with the raised voices echoing in the room. A dull ache was beginning to gnaw at the back of her head. Something about claws. Jaws? Brawls?

“Yeah but your writing always comes true! It’s when we know to prepare for injuries all the time! So what makes this one wrong? What does it mean? Are we in danger? Are we going to get land?” The questions were practically pouring from Flourishes mouth as the practically neon dragon began to pace the ground. She didn’t notice the others discomfort until the dark dragon rather suddenly pushed past.

Mako awkwardly scrambled toward the slab in the corner, a groan rumbling from her throat as she held her head. She dipped her claws into the slowly drying ink spills nearest and began to scratch into another opened scroll.

« Within each tribe, claws will sharpen

blood will spill before three moons darken

Only end in sight to see

each queen gives territory

Acid will burn

Fire will spill

The darkest night churns

Under a new queens will »

[thepurplecardinal]

bucking bronco

i’ve been getting ready for today since dawn

and never once did the rain let up

my hubris told the sun to bring it on

ready to pounce like a tiger cub

as i approached my horse like any other day

i wouldn’t dare look it in the eyes

today i would tame this beast and it’d obey

i’d be still, like the dust, i’d rise

fear and guilt sat heavy in my gut

like a steel anchor for a wayward ship

i’d do anything to make this pony strut

even if i had to strike like lightning with a whip

i’ll tame this fucking bucking bronco

if it’s the last thing i’ll ever do

i’ll tame this fucking bucking bronco

even if it kills me, i’ll show you