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[whateverwhimsy]

Soul Hoax

I swing and I miss

so what if I'm distracted?

Abstractions, I'm collecting

thrust of the deadbeat homes

hanging around in the

corner of my soul -

so, so what else?

I've always just taken anything

but now discerning

is the judge -

wish we could find

what keeps us stuck

to the dread.

Haven't found hope

that springs eternal,

yet.

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[notnocturne]

writing excerpt:

i heard snippets of your conversation through the wall. you whispered “her” and “dreamy”. i assumed you meant me but i suppose you could’ve meant the moon and her laughter.

[hafsachoudharyy]

[strawberries, a series, part 1] 🍓

art + photography + poetry by Hafsa Choudhary 

[secretslivehere]

your loss

[her--words]

Met him in the dark in mid-September,

Saw him for his light, a thousand burning embers.

The bells are ringing,

But not from the church.

It's a funeral procession, 

And I’ve got a front row seat. 

[marineashnalikyan]

When we met,

I knew

I had loved you

for many lifetimes.

[lapoetessepoetry]

[francoisehelene]

My mood this evening. . Nevertheless, there is always strength within us, and we wouldn't be human without feeling all kinds of emotions. When I feel sad, I find comfort by being alone, lighting up candles and incense, writing and meditating; because of these things, I can enjoy the journey and they make me happy. It's also raining this evening and the sound of the rain brings me solace. The storm always passes... Broken hopes always remain hopeful.... 

[pebblesfromtheshore]

She crossed her legs. Out of the corner of his eye could see a pale hint of skin. He fixed his gaze on her eyes. She met his gaze, the eyes laughed at him. "You will look eventually" she spoke in a lowered tone, casually confident.

"I might do alot of things….. eventually" he responded. However her gaze had more effect than the bared pale skin of her thigh. He shifted uncomfortably. Her eyes involuntarily glanced down, tracing the outline she sought, beneath the creased blue of his suit trousers. Satisfied she glanced up. His turn to smile.

He deliberately raked her with his gaze while she watched, pausing to watch the pulse beat in her neck, he saw her breathing shorten, quicken as his gaze slid down her curves, caressed by the dress, but still clear in outline. He licked his lips. She watched him intently, absorbing each part of his face, the scar on his forehead, the blue grey eyes looking into her own, the muscles flex as his jaw tensed. Her emotions betrayed as her dress puckered her excitement hardening visibly. He raised an eyebrow as he saw the echo of his own growing excitement.

"Hmmmm" it was the sound of approval. He roved lower, eyes over the curve of her belly, the round sweep as her dress clung to her creases celebrating her figure and disappeared under her thighs, no longer pressed together. Under the pressure of his gaze, she relaxed her legs and her thighs parted a fraction.

He lingered over her hands, resting on one thigh, nails sharp, but neat, strong colours highlighting their place on her fingers curled around a napkin He imagined how they would look curled around flesh, tightly held.

His discomfort intensified.

He looked up. "Shall we go?" More a statement than a request.

"Can you like that? " she nodded at the obvious bulge, eyes bright in amusement .

He stood up, uncaring, proud. She reached for her bag beneath the table, accidentally resting against him. He stiffen automatically, her neck arched, looking round she frowned "Oh that won’t do" she muttered. But uncaring he pressed forward, bulge pushing between the folds of her dress .

His hand pressed her shoulder upwards, she straightened against him. She could feel his breath behind her ear as he whispered "Don't play with me. "

He reached for her hand and drew it gently across the buckle of his leather belt. She breathed in hard. He let her hand alone, it lingered then dropped obediently to her side.

She twisted away towards the door, looking over her shoulder as he left notes on the table. Large notes. He caught her by the entrance as she paused. It was raining.

He slipped his jacket over her shoulders, hand gently brushing her, imperceptively, deliberately.

"Don't want to get wet" he mused.

"Too late" she whipped back, eyes meeting his, for a second. She held his gaze, invitation, answer, agreement, all in one look.

She turned and holding his arm they strode out to the car.

DB@D

[e-c-l-e-c-t-i-c-i-s-i-t]

We've been here before and we both know what's next... What?  Total carnage...

[please-letmein]

Imagine walking on a thin crisp layer of ice,

that lays peacefully,

upon an untouched lake,

owned completely by nature

Imagine the fear that would rush through you as you took one step too heavy,

when you was, only for a brief moment filled with too much confidence,

and you stomped so hard you let nature know you was there,

Imagine the fear that’d rush from your toes to your head, and back again,

as the ice begins to crack,

and suddenly you’re the only ice left, frozen, you hault immediately and watch the cracks spiral away from your inprint, and

Meanwhile,

you feel your body fall from beneath you,

It sets in, that you, you, wasn’t expecting this.

Imagine what feelings might come over you, when your body dunks meters beneath a freezing cold lake that had been, sealed so tightly, so securely, all winter. Imagine the organs in the body, and the shock they might be going through,

and then what about this..

Imagine,

losing consciousness and your body takes control, and all survival instincts lead the way,

You’re now bobbing your head out for air as you reach the surface,

Imagine you are bobbing, up and down

Up and down

In an ice cold lake

You were forced to walk upon, there was no route around, and it was inevitable that you would break the ice, you knew from the very first footstep that the middle of the lake would be weaker,

That the ice would not, and could not bare the weight you are carrying

Imagine the fear strucken look as there was only pure survival, as a lonely individual goal

Imagine,

this is how i felt when I picked up the phone that morning

[scatteredrevelations]

My happiness plays a stellar game of hide-and-seek

I can’t find it anywhere.

[edenmuses]

Lay's 21st

A string of stars paired

with bass guitar

Watchful gray eyes

Under a red wine sky

Liquid limbs flail

Static speakers wail

Time marked by

Man-made whiles

Fog enshrouding

As less of the crowd

Coalesce into a beat

Sounding throughout the street

[destinyyyyyyy]

i wish i had paid more attention when he started losing interest in me. i noticed the little things, but chose to completely ignore them to make myself feel better. i was delusional, telling myself he still loved me, but it gave me relief for the time being. i tried to act like everything was fine while he became more and more distant as time went by. never again will i let myself stay in something so one sided.

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

Since we are in the grip of a snowstorm and I am yearning for spring, I made a calligraphy version of Persephone. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs0s1AZhXfl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=cburhjezte2c