#wnq-writers

[almaaspoetry]

In English we say, "I miss you," but in poetry we say, "Your absence is a hollow ache, a silent echo that reverberates through my days and nights."

I walk through the spaces we once shared, and the world seems dimmer, the colors muted. The laughter that once filled the air is now a distant memory, a ghostly whisper that lingers at the edge of my consciousness. The scent of your presence still haunts the rooms, a lingering trace that clings to the corners, refusing to be forgotten.

The days stretch long and empty, each moment a reminder of your absence. The sun rises and sets, casting long shadows that stretch across the floor, mimicking the void within me. The stars at night seem dimmer, their light no longer enough to chase away the darkness that has settled in my heart.

I find myself searching for you in the little things: in the way the wind rustles the leaves, in the quiet moments of dawn, in the fleeting smiles of strangers. Each reminder a bittersweet pang, a reminder of what was and what is no longer.

Your absence is a melody that plays softly in the background of my life, a tune that I cannot escape. It is the silence that follows a symphony, the quiet that lingers after the music has stopped. It is a weight that I carry with me, a part of me that is missing, a piece of my soul that is incomplete.

In poetry, I say, "You are the unspoken verse, the missing line in my song, the empty space in my heart that only you can fill."

[yusha-rizvi12]

“I was dead a long time ago, what you are seeing, it’s just a funeral!”

Yusha Rizvi

[k-writesometimes]

What is love

but a stone—

the crusher

and the crushed.

[soulfulreverie]

bittersweet is the place where we rest our sore feet after dancing all night with a bottle of serotonin, oxytocin, endorphins, dopamine risky and raw on your cousin’s kitchen floor, a place where your hands find its way to the arch of my back,  with you whispering, “I can’t breathe”, only for me to catch you smiling. bittersweet is how  you tell me you admire everything about me in between inhales and exhales, sounding like a drunk person eager to have the next sip. bittersweet is when that bottle is empty and all that’s left of the bottles are wines and whiskeys and more nightcaps to sip out, what we both do not want to take away– like the night and the memories combined and the love that grew bitter and sour like the colors of wine. bittersweet is when you love me and i love you and we still couldn’t be together.

[savvysomethingxo]

I want the emptiness to ache

When I can no longer feel,

The wounds to stop bleeding,

But never disappear.

I just want to feel the pain of being alive,

So I won’t still wonder,

How it feels to die.

[vent-it-out]

It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[myxoxo87]

The truth is, were all going through something...

Our approach to challenges distinguishes us from those who lack resilience.

[iambrillyant]

“walking down your authentic path can be one of the loneliest roads to travel on because the longer you’re on it, the more you realize that only a select few will be compatible with who you are with no mask on.”

— billy chapata

[diet-mountain-dew-nyc]

"I wanted to be unforgettable. Indelible. I wanted to haunt their hearts and minds—to be everywhere and nowhere, spectacular and out of reach. Only in the chaos did it dawn on me. Being remembered is not the same as being missed."

[yusha-rizvi12]

“If love never existed, there would have been no grief in death!”

Yusha Rizvi

[k-writesometimes]

I want to be the coarse grain of sand on the beach that sticks to the soles of your feet. The tiny, stubborn presence that, even if you wash them, some still remain on the sides of your legs, or in the crevices of the clothes you wear when you lie down. I want to be that tiny presence you cannot ignore, a small inconvenience that always brings a smile to your face. Because in finding a trace of me, you’ll remember that, on that summer day, you were happy.

[savvysomethingxo]

I was heartbroken, and that’s okay.

But, sometimes you need to give yourself

Permission to feel the pain.

[poetryandpanties]

Soul Ties

You didn’t know it then, but I needed that.

That hug from you.

Like a ballon my emotions released

I felt lighter immensely from your touch

With your arms out I closed my eyes

Wishing this embrace would

Last forever

Because I needed this

I longed for this

I yearned for this

Your heart to mine

You pull me in closer

As if to say I’ll carry your load

I am here to stay

A sigh of relief

I bet….

You didn’t know

That I needed that hug from you

That sense of protection

Just knowing you got me

Like I got you

[vent-it-out]

If anyone needs to share anything, I'm here.

I remember the time when my life was not going as I wanted it to go, and it was during that time I found peace and solace by sharing my feelings with a stranger.

So if you want to share or vent, I'm here :)

[beasteaterr]

not love at first sight but curiosity at first glance. the need to know more, to learn everything. an inability to look away. they say attention is the beginning of devotion — you've always had all of mine.

halo

[iambrillyant]

“your gut instinct is not a liar, those initial feelings exist for a reason, sit on them if you need to, process whether your feelings are valid or just projections, but never dismiss your intuition when the signs are staring you in the face and your nervous system is agreeing.”

— iambrillyant