#strange love poem

[transcendragon]

A Spark of Touch

How is it, my love, That feeling your warmth against mine Eases the ache in my soul? When I am nothing But a short-lived sack of flesh Carrying a mind that grates against the world A connection with you Takes me through to being more? – I can know I’m nothing but A biological machine, nerves and hormones Circling until I’m finally done, yet When I’m in your arms I’m greater Your…

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

Just because someone carries it well, doesn't mean it isn't heavy.

Christin Lewis

[jvledrn]

In English we say "I miss you" but in the language of poetry we say "A vacant space where once you stood. Your absence, a haunting solitude"

[juan-francisco-palencia]

𝘼 𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙝.

Sometimes a simple detail, found in a deep look, unleashes an unexpected surprise, creates a great space, a place where you feel that nothing inside you will be the same again and you will feel that it grows and will remain in your heart.

— 𝙅𝙪𝙖𝙣 𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤 𝙋𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙖.

[4agonies]

You shall search for me in every single person you meet, but, to your demise, you will be unable to find me. In anyone or anywhere. I will call that my revenge while the earthlings call it “deserved karma”.

[star-struck09]

There is too much grief in loving you.

[autumnsunshine10]

(C)raving

I could spend a month of Sundays

Studying the constellations on your skin

Bathing in the lavender of your baritone

While you giddily storm my shores

Reciting poetry most quixotic

Feeding me pomegranate without seeds

No hide and seek, we're olly olly oxen free

Being who we are without restraint

I only feel at home whenever you're near

Wrap me in warmth to wickedly whisper

"We're all mad here"

[gcpoetry]

I still blame them.

[pink-heart-writes]

life doesn't suck

situations do

life doesn't suck when you go to the beach

feeling sand on your feet and salty air on your face

life doesn't suck when you eat your favorite food

whatever that may be

or when you have space for dessert

life doesn't suck when you get to travel

seeing new people and experiencing things

life doesn't really suck at all

we may get ourselves in situations that do

but that's the beauty of it

we can also get ourselves out of them

and get to enjoy this weird, yet exciting roller coaster we call life

- nick <3 (finding beauty in the chaos of life)

[blindfolded-nakedtruth]

"You are respectful, lovable, and gentle unless you don't speak up for yourself."

[timetravelsong]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫?

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

[island-in-the-shadows]

There I was thinking about (showverse) Armand again and his beautiful bloodied face and his hair covered in wall debris when poetry popped up:

For Women Who Are Beautiful to Love - Warsan Shire

Because yes, it was a companionship based on a seismic lie but it was also based on Louis' spite of Lestat. So Armand not only lied but he tried and tried to fit what Louis wanted which was pointless because there was nothing he could've done to fix what was broken.

"If I am not with him, I am nothing" ok but like the poem says: you can't make homes out of human beings (or vampires). He never really got a chance to realise that given everything in his past.

But above all, you weirdo gremlin:

You are terrifying

And strange and beautiful

Something not everyone knows how to love.

[minimalist-quotes]

A beautiful life is not stumbled upon, it is built. It is chosen. It is nurtured over the years. A beautiful life is made from the heart, not the head. It is not one we can rationalize our way into, it's one that must be felt. A beautiful life is not one that is immediately comfortable, but one grown through the acknowledgement of what is worth being uncomfortable for. It is not one that is easy, but one that is worth it.

[sagessge]

Sometimes your mother tongue isn't always a home,sometimes your childhood place isn't always your wish. Sometimes home resides somewhere far,outside these barriers,of time,age, and languages. And that's okay.

[juan-francisco-palencia]

𝐴 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑.

“ They say that everything you love, sometimes you lose little by little, but in the end, love will return in a different form than the one you knew but never had…”

—  Juan Francisco Palencia.

[4agonies]

Love life, even in darkest moments in which, it does not seem to love you back.

Cry your wrist sized heart out.

Love the other until their blood avoids its path.

Reminisce the warmth of your parents.

Love your friends, when loved and lost, have the strength to make new.

Never forget to let go of what is making you rot.

For the sake of it, may you meet every emotion there is.

I curse you to feel life till its core parts.

I hope you hold it in your palms, clenching your sunkissed cheeks, silently whisper “I love you”.

While you are going down, go down with your colors flying.

Put up a good fight.