#soulfulreverie

[theprocast]

Time danced in relentless motion,

and I watched as chance after chance after chance

slipped through my fingers.

Moments that could have been etched

In our shared history

were instead lost in the abyss of silence.

The words I have been wanting to say

but never have to courage to

remained locked within my soul,

stifling under the weight

of my own indecision and lack of faith.

Faith for what we could have been,

where our love could have gotten us,

and why we always find out our way

to each other's doorstep.

The unspoken truths echoed

in the depths of my being,

a constant reminder of the opportunities—

of you, of us that slipped away.

Regret paints its melancholic strokes

on the canvas of my heart,

for the road not taken will forever haunt me.

Yet, amidst the sorrow,

a flicker of hope remains,

whispering that perhaps, one day,

the universe will conspire

to reunite our paths and grant us

a second chance at the love we left behind.

[wnq-writers]

It may sound very strange but when you look at me like that, the knives turn into feathers and I think that’s worth thy wounds.

s.a., black magic

[soulfulreverie]

I. Has it ever occurred to you That maybe the sun Feels weary Of smiling Down at strangers; At an audience That never even Tried to chin up and glance? And yet, each morning The spectacular still continues to rise Shining, singing To the deaf ears Blind minds— Silent applause. II. I have always loved the trees The way it gives shade How it changes its colors From green to yellow, to brown But I didn’t realize how They are slowly dying Yet I am still enthralled How can I be so mean? And where do they Get the guts to stand No matter what season No matter how many times They died and revived Oh, how I wish I can be friends With a tree. III. I can feel the breath of the wind Crawling its way up my spine And I can’t help but marvel, Maybe the sole reason he whispers is to be heard, Maybe the wind is just as lonely As the next stranger walking— He tries to embrace But gets lost in translation Soft skin osculates Transforms into blows; This ability He cannot control— He calls it love. But others have their Own perception and What they only ever see Is catastrophe. And I reckon, maybe, Love and catastrophe Are synonymous anyway. IV. A sea of clouds has Appeared on my way And I wonder if I Can just touch it But they are too far away From my longing arms Maybe she is created that way That you can’t always Have something you adore Then I find out— I even clasp it And envelope it into my arms She evanesced. How lonesome the clouds are, They can’t feel my affection So she just Lingers her emotions Until she can’t grip The melancholy And turns it into a downpour Nevertheless, I am petrified That she can create Storms and drift Our memories away. V. Upon seeing their point of views I came to an epiphany: Maybe they are composed Of hidden sentiments— Joy and misery They are too dauntless To express Their feelings To a blind, deaf, and Numb audience Just like how many People experience An unrequited feeling.

Feeling Between The Lines // s.a. & n.b.

[mnqdelima]

I am often asked, "What does 'I love you' mean?"

I love you means I will be there when you need someone to listen to your problems, dilemmas, and doubts. I love you means I support you in every decision you make. I love you means I save you a spot everywhere. I love you means you never bored me. I love you means I know your darkest side but I stayed. I love you means we don’t have a lot in common but you still piqued my interest. I love you means your way of thinking is uncanny but I love it even when sometimes it is hard to manage.

I love you means I am willing to endure and take a lot of pain in order to be with you. I love you means I will go to the very ends of the Earth just to see you even if it’s just a day. I love you means I will stay even if you are pushing me away. I love you means it’s okay that you talk to your exes and to other people because I am confident you love me. I love you means I trust you. I love you means I have faith in you. I love you means I want to know all your stories. I love you means being intimate with you, not by touching you, but by talking to you at 3am about your biggest dreams, deepest desires, stories of your past, and a lot more.

I love you means I will fight for you and for us. I love you means I forgive you for the things you already did because I know you didn’t intentionally hurt me. I love you means you get mad at me but I’m not going to fight you. I love you means I’m drained and I want to sleep but I will stay up all night just to talk to you because I feel incomplete whenever a day passes that I didn’t talk to you. I love you means I will listen to your music even though I don’t like it. I love you means I will read all the poems and proses you made for me every day. I love you means there are times that you annoy me but I really enjoy it even though I never say it. I love you means I don’t care if you talk or you don’t while phoning me because even though it’s your breathing that I hear, I still get goosebumps. I love you means it’s okay that you rant at me with the things that exasperated you today. I love you means I want to tie you up because you are so stubborn sometimes but I don’t care, I know you are so adorable.

I love you means you brought light to my dimmed world. I love you means you opened a lot of doors of euphoria when you came into my life. I love you means you beguiled me with everything you do. I love you means I can live without you but I wouldn't choose to. I love you means there’s no other person I am going to tell these three words other than you. I love you means we didn’t get along at first but I am more than willing to swim deeper in your ocean. I love you means I will write songs for you even though I am not good with composing songs. I love you means there’s no other person I’d rather be with, especially at times when I am so down because you are the only one who can lift me up while holding my hand.

I love you means I will stay, not only tonight but every night. I love you means I respect you. I love you means I won’t take advantage of you and your weaknesses. I love you means I’m sorry for the times I wasn’t there when you badly needed someone to be there. I love you means I am going to find you and pick you how many lifetimes will be given to me. I love you means I am asleep but you’re in my dreams. I love you means I am sober, I love you; I am drunk, I love you. I love you means you once poured me resentment but you also took them away from me.

But then sometimes, I love you just means I love you. No sugarcoating. No what if’s, no but’s. You don’t need explanations. Just three simple heart-boggling words.

Words by Soulfulreverie

[alaskaisnothere]

Favorite poets on tumblr?

There are soooo many! I tried to compile a small-ish list and I’m sure I forgot someone so forgive me lol (in order of my following)

@imperiallefty@sunsetico@inkintentions@optimisticpaperdaze@emotionalhue@y0uth-hostel@inkytower@astyze@jamalscmidt@reahardy@abstractcommunity@definegodliness@theheightofdepression@the-sleepy-poet@heldinhishands@i-wrotethisforme@illustrans@mycosmicbackyard@sassoonery@soulfulreverie@bumbleblossoms@teacup13@jarfidd@lexivranick@nothingwithoutwords@fallense@oscarsins@vomitingwords@writerscreed@marleyworld88@ivc-spilledink@justscribbledwords@poetbitesback

Thank y’all for being amazing mutuals

[maartejade]

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Favorite blogs? I don't visit blogs often but whenever I get to see the works of these bloggers on my dash, I get that feeling of wanting to read more:~ @soulfulreverie~ @themostawesomebitch~ @mediwriter~ @baby--veinsThere you gooooo~ thank you for dropping by!

[theprocast]

is she lucky because you chose her or is she unlucky for not knowing what happened between us?

s.a., are you able to sleep at night?

[wnq-writers]

his soul is composed of all the mysteries in the world without question.

s.a., you’re my favorite riddle

[soulfulreverie]

I see humans everyday but I rarely see humanity.

soulfulreverie | Nine Word Story #11

[riovernadizon]

He looked at me with his eyes asking me why. I looked at him too. We stared a little too long until he broke the silence.

“You didn’t say goodbye.”

It was an arctic sentence like I’m the hot sunny day of April and his words are the cold snowy day of February. I looked down and twitched my palms. I always do this whenever I feel nervous.

“Tell me why,” he said.

I knew it was not a request the moment I heard it. To avoid the upcoming wave of argument, I answered him. Honest as I could.

“Back then, I gave you my love which means I also gave you the power to break me and that is why I left. I know you were going to break my heart.”

A long pause reigned. I took the chance to look at him and when I did, he was already looking. I can’t describe what kind of emotions he’s feeling after hearing my answer. Then he laughed: bitterly and brutally. He shrugged his shoulders and laughed again. He stood up and walked away.

But just before he can really leave, he whispered, “So you chose to break mine.”

— Soulfulreverie

[iastrall]

"Isn't it funny?" "What is?" "How we're so afraid to let go of something we don't even own at the first place" and she laughed coldly.

- s.a. to have it halfway is actually much harder than not having it at all (via soulfulreverie)

[herebly]

you write incredibly

It warms my heart whenever I read something like this. But really, they are just my feelings translated into words. Thank you for acknowledging them, love! I actually have my eyes glued in your works.

[just-six]

You are every poem remained unwritten.

six word story // soulfulreverie

[theprocast]

To say ‘I am thinking about you’ was an understatement.

My ribs throbbed with the resonance of your name and the way you utter those three words at the midst of the night. It sounded sublime paired with an ampersand and mine. You, almost like the sun and moon; I am beguiled, fascinated, captured by you entirely. My heart is thumping so fast with each syllable that escaped your lips and I am still trying to remain my composure because every time I hear your voice, I shiver. It pounded so longingly within the steel walls of my chest. You were everything at once and nothing at all at the same time. My mind savored the words you hurl me then and now; they kept coming in circles like they are my lullaby stuck on repeat. You were my greatest and worst love, my high and low, my summer and winter, my day and night, my pain and relief. My hands would ink down each breathed word I had of you dwelling cavernous within the depths of my mind. You were both an exaggeration and subtlety. I never had so many words until the day I met you.

I still think about you, and that is still an understatement.

[wnq-writers]

We are a match made from heaven, but then, so is thunder and lightning.

s.a., soulmates

[soulfulreverie]

You are always an ongoing memory.

soulfulreverie | six word story #46