#you are poetry

[heartofmuse]

Poetry never dies because it abounds in your galaxy eyes, in your lips of spring, in your heart so wild. Poetry beats in the scent of your skin calling me to write it with my hands, with my lips as I say your name, with my heart as it beats with you in it.

e.v.e.

[euesworld]

"She likes books, she likes me.. she likes to be held when the moonlight caresses her dreams. She likes it when I touch her just right, a tickle to be fancied along her thighs at night with a smile just for me to see.. she is like a book, at the least something sweet, maybe a book just for me that only my heart can read. She is confusing, almost as if she is a philosophy.. she likes science, she likes space. She loves it when I kiss her from her neck to her lips, and then drip those kisses between her knees.. spending time with her is like a journey into the chapters of her mind, and I find that I just need a little more time. Between the pages of her thoughts, sometimes hot, sometimes sweet.. but this I tell you, it is so sweet stroking the paragraphs of her needs."

I'm just saying maino.. sometimes things aren't as they seem.. a nightmare can easily become a pretty sweet dream - eUë

[soulsilhouette]

In the Beginning Was Poetry

They said, in the beginning was the word,

And the word became flesh, raw and unheard.

When I met you, you were poetry alive,

A verse in motion, where all things survive.

Your syllables etched themselves in my soul,

Each breath of yours making broken things whole.

You didn’t just speak. You became the sound,

Of echoes I’d lost but had always been bound.

You moved like a secret held by the skies,

A rhythm, a pulse, a depth in disguise.

But beneath the beauty, I felt the ache,

Of words unsaid and choices at stake.

You were the storm that murmured my name,

The fire in your eyes, untamed, yet tame.

In your silence, I heard a roar,

A thousand stories, a million more.

You never had to speak, nor even try,

You were the reason stars found the sky.

In every tear, in every laugh, it’s true

The poem in me had always been you.

[anku007]

Oh Darling!!

Oh Darling, I can’t wait, To see your radiant face. To gaze into those beautiful eyes. To touch your aromatic skin. To hold your face in my hand.

Oh Darling I can’t wait, To breathlessly kiss your moist lips. To feel your tongue painted upon mine. To quench the desires of our parched souls.

Oh Darling I can’t wait, To drown myself into you. To forget about the world. To get lost in for eternity .

Oh Darling I can’t wait , To love you with endless love !!!

[vulpinesaint]

quiz enjoyers! i am now inviting you to come create something in my workshop❕

[within-the-last-minute]

stay safe because i like being alive at the same time as you.

[brightdeadthing]

love as recognition

anna gavalda / friedrich nietzsche / clarice lispector / jandy nelson / rebecca perry / mhairi mcfarlane

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[euesworld]

"Sit with me.. let's inspire poetry with every glance. Give me a kiss, I'll make a wish, as your beautiful lips make my soul softly dance.."

I want to make art, to paint the roof of your heart with stars.. with kisses and wishes, I want a love that's ours - eUë

[halflifesk666]

Is your soul okay?

[khloodsadek]

[anku007]

Only she… !!!

Without her, I am stuck in this endless loop

Alone, numb and shattered

Being swallowed into darkness

Only she can pull me from this abyss

Without her, I’m filled with infinite tears

Pain, sorrows and despair

Killing me inside

Only she can made me to step out of the shadows

Without her, I am lost

Only she can find me,

Only she can save me !!

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

Sometimes, it isn’t the one who takes your breath away, it’s the one that reminds you to breathe.

k.b. // by jennifer johnson

[fagocitando-o-caos]

[mournfulroses]

Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Selected Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke; "You See, I Desire a Lot,"