#spilledinks

[ailbey]

[luckystarinsky]

when mary oliver said ‘if you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. give in to it.’

and mahmoud darwish said ‘and if happiness should surprise you again, do not mention its previous betrayal.

enter into the happiness, and burst.’

[animentality]

[sakshinarula]

I am not going to make my grief small and palatable. My love wasn't small either.

- Sakshi Narula

[raveezus]

[mkwrites]

I can’t let him read my poetry because how could I go back to being strangers with someone who has seen my soul?

-m.k. // words are windows to the soul

[poetryofmanya]

[shannyhere]

pockets are empty, dreams on hold

bills stack high, and the nights feel cold i chase the hours, but they slip away working for pennies, day after day

i need the money, it’s all i can see freedom’s a price that’s too high for me counting the minutes, waiting for more but the struggle’s the same as the day before

[shelbyatwar]

She is not mine, yet my biggest fear is losing her.

-yash

[lovefilledd]

[mqmotivate]

Feeling Quotes - Feeling safe in someone's energy is a different type of intimacy. That peace of mind and security is very underrated and I cannot emphasize this enough. Read more at - https://minimalistquotes.com

[rizuuspoetry]

[lowkeyflynn]

When you least expect it, love might surprise you.

-Flynn Caulfield

[liesandnights]

I’m surviving solely on day dreams and fantasies at this point.

[sakshinarula]

I feel like a galaxy when you look at me. No one has ever looked at my darkness with so much love.

-The Art Of Staying Lost, Sakshi Narula

[poetrythreesixfive]

Helene

September was a dry affair

until we found the rain,

until the South was saturated

by a hurricane.

A wind machine of epic size,

a thousand miles wide,

a surge propelled by savage winds

and fattened by the tide.

We thought we hid in safety

up North, above the fray,

but Hurricane Helene, we found,

unsated, would not stay.

She tore across the marshlands,

and onto drier land,

and soon we felt the wrath of God

delivered by her hand.

Perhaps there is a lesson,

to grace this bitter pill—

but every year, the wounds are worse,

and healing, harder still.

-GeorgeFilip