#via poetry

[squishykitty825]

Vulnerability

Societal norms tell you to keep your emotions to yourself

Don't overshare your personal feelings

Internalize everything

Some have decided to break these rules

These boundaries that nobody has put down in a book of law

Are they really rules of law if they aren't written down?

The few who have broken these laws have shown their personal truths

They do this through what has been coined as "art"

Art shows the very essence of the soul

Visual artists delve into the colors that make up the world

Painting the hues of a sunset or ocean

Photographing the stars and the mountains

Drawing the likeness of plants and landscapes

Sculpting the shapes of humans and animals

These are the artists of sight and touch

Auditory artists, also referred to as musicians, delve into a world of the sounds that flow through the air

Strumming the strings of chords

Playing the keys of arpeggios

Pushing the waves of sound through various instruments

Singing the words of their hearts through melodies and harmonies

These are the artists of sound

Sensory artists are those who may not be typically referred to as such but are nonetheless

They bring life to the sensations of flavor

Baking bitter ingredients into sweetness

Cooking raw untamed ingredients into savory dishes

Mixing and stirring devotion into something delectable

These are the artists of taste and smell

There is still yet another genre of artists, artists of words, or as they are better known; writers

Words flow from their minds to their fingertips,

Creating fantastical worlds of fictional tales

Writing stories that bring dreams to life

Stories that offer an escape from reality

These are the artists of thoughts and dreams

Every form of art is a form of self-expression

Every artist utilizes their own art to express their inner soul

It is what is expected of them

And yet, they are still patronized,

Disparaged,

And hated for their openness

Society seems content to berate them for being themselves

Calling them weak for their willingness to share

Condemning the very people they look up to

Art was created for the purpose of expression

And yet people are insistent on criticizing those brave enough to be vulnerable

The results of this can be devastating

But there doesn't seem to be an end in sight

So we stay in this standoff

This stalemate of wanting to be vulnerable but fearing the retaliation of those who would cut us down

[om-is-ok]

Never thought of being a writer until I met you.

Never thought of creating poetry until I met you.

Never understood meaning of poetry until I met you.

Never knew poetry could be this beautiful, cruel, fierce

....And heart wrenching at the same time until I met you.

Never understood why do people became poets until I met you.

Never understood why do poets talk about love so much

as if that's the most sacred thing in this world until I met you.

Now poetry is starting to make sense because of you,

....glad that I met you, my poetry. -Om.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

“Miles is, without a doubt, Wolverine. Wolverine is a style icon to him. I see similarities. Miles always follows his instinct. And he’s capable of fixing things that are broken, whether it’s material or emotional damage, in no time.” - Alex Turner

[ink-the-artist]

To see the soul is not effortless nor painless

It is hard work

It is to see a glimpse of God

How wonderful, then!

To know the soul so deeply you can disregard the body

To live truthfully and live well

That I may transform the body 

To celebrate the soul

[cesarescabinet]

Honestly imagine if they incorporate 'Dear Friend Across the River' into the score during the low-point of Viktor and Jayce's storyline.

Catch me like this if the violins kick in when Jayce abandons Viktor or vice-versa;

[half-a-corpse-half-a-poet]

Closer the exam, stronger the urge to watch the most random tv show or movie which i'm not even interested in on a usual day

[gaytkachuk]

[ad-ovest-della-luna]

La morte è la curva della strada, morire è solo non essere visto. Se ascolto, sento i tuoi passi esistere come io esisto. La terra è fatta di cielo. Non ha nido la menzogna. Mai nessuno s’è smarrito. Tutto è verità e cammino.

Fernando Pessoa

[mirror-to-the-past]

GUYS. GUYS. 😭😭 Chongyun and Diona development, holy shit. Groundwork laid for more exploration of Chongyun's pure-yang spirit at some point, but anyway AAAA- he's finally becoming more appreciative of his condition, seeing it less as a curse, and perhaps a blessing, because of the possibility it was borne from love. His intense emotions, his ability to be the warmth in spiritual shadows, he's grateful at the idea that it's all borne from love, man. I'm. So normal right now. That was so beautiful. The music in that cutscene gave me chills.

[his-heart-hymns]

Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference. Science may have found a cure for most evils; but it has found no remedy for the worst of them all -- the apathy of human beings.

-Fyodor Dostevsky

[viaslibrary]

— And I am disheartened; my past's confused piled up memories, no way to disentangle them, irritated; some day, to the tangibility of my head's burdens I will entrust my body, I will entrust my heart.

Nakahara Chūya, Fig Leaves

[om-is-ok]

Jakdi hui hai in mein meri saari kainaat

Jo dekhne mein narm hai teri kalaaiyyan.

-Ahmad Nadeem Qasim

[ladysc]

I want someone to chase after me

I want my movie scene in the pouring rain

I want sunflowers because they’re my favourite

I want someone to show up at my house unannounced

I want hands held

I want the love letters

I want poems written about me

I want songs sung together

I want to sit on a beach and watch the sun setting

I want stargazing

I want to be missed when we spend too long apart

I want nights in together

I want nights out together

I want planned futures

I want playful fights over whose eye color our babies will have

I want pictures of us laughing

I want the last slice of toast because it’s always my favourite

I want the right side of the bed

I want ‘I love you’s traced on my back while I’m half asleep

I want someone who can’t take their eyes of me in a crowd

I wanna be made to feel special

And I just want someone to love me

poem by Isabella Dorta

[namitha]

How free it is, you have no idea how free…

I have never been so pure. I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free—— The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing…

🌿 Sylvia Plath, Tulips

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[archaoism]

What I would do just to get back with you. I would lasso the moon and soon, my love, soon I will prove it beyond words, because actions speak louder and these days, I am bolder and less temperamental, less stubborn. I can admit when I am wrong and I am less clueless to losing it without being aware of it. There are parts of me I am shedding I am ashamed of, I admit, but on the other side is the version of me I should have been all along. Timing has not ever been my forte, but hardlines have always been ours. The same way I will always be yours. No matter what I do, who I become, or where I go will there be the imprint of you carried in the very pulse that beats in my throat that rages fury and hellfire to make it back to you, an inferno of such magnitude my consonants turn vowels into amber, suspended in time (quite the way I wish we were; I wish you were here).

[half-a-corpse-half-a-poet]

no rizz just seductive eyes, a pretty face and multiple personalities