so this is where i’ll lie, it seems. this is my cross to bear. this is the hole in my chest, this is the break across my spine, this is the part where i tell you i have been left wanting. (you know this part already.) this is where i tell you that these teeth are sinking into my neck, but they aren’t yours, so perfectly square, and this is where i tell you that i am bleeding now, but not by your hand. this is where i am nothing but ash and dust where i wish i was seafoam, the sand turning to silk under my body and your eyes. this is the part where i hold you for too long outside your car and where you hold my gaze in a church gym and where i think about telling you that i can’t do this, that you could never hold me back, that i am putting walls between the two of us because without them it’s nothing but floodgates and green and your mouth. it’s always your mouth, and your gentle fingers and your laugh in an empty room. it’s your smile and your tears of joy and your frustrated scoff and your shoes on my front carpet. this is where i turn to face you and feel the ache. this is the part where i love you still.

“Hide in my heart like a secret." ― Rumi

The Secret 02/08/2021 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain

traumacore

I dream about being a rockstar

I dream about being a rock

I dream about being a star

I dreamed about being eight again

throwing rocks in a lake

it was a funny dream

cause when I was eight

I didn't dream

I didn't sleep

I only counted stars.

— noire

As soon as it started, it ended. Like when you see a shooting star. It doesn’t last very long. It is just gone in the blink of an eye.

thinkin abt how mlp:fim ended nearly exactly 9 years from its start

Silent tears fall, raining down pools of warmth,

a flicker of life stirs this calcified heart

yearning to beat again.

memories of light struggle to prevail

but under the cover of night,

she cannot help

but fall …

back into the depths of winter

where shadows fill her wounds

and whispers embrace her silent musings.

where love used to bloom, pain nestles in

tracing her every curve as it lies

waiting to consume the fragile prey.

hidden beneath the dense cover of fog

lies a barren field of regret.

where slender branches used to sprout

withered arms tremble in the wind

as ashes taint the air,

fragments of promises once so beautiful

fade into the void.

frost preserves the glassy sky

to mirror the stars around her shining

but firm in its mission the guard stands steady

holding back the rain’s cathartic power.

seconds turns to years as time holds its breath

waiting for Persephone to return,

to break the heart of stone and sow flowers

where it used to lie.

For the ones who had to face the wrath of war, endure the loss of their loved ones, stood up with tears streaming down their face because they have a life to get back to, people to look after, the survivors, this one's for you ♡.

Everyday I sit outside and look upto the sky, mama said you have turned into a star and you hide behind the cotton like clouds . Everyday, I wait for you to talk to me, I wait for you to tear down the clouds so that you can come meet me , don't you love me anymore?

With a heavy heart, I go back to my room. My mom gives me a sad smile. I don't smile back. How can I? You took my smile with you and left me with an open heart wound and your memories.

You were feeding me, more like trying to feed me and then all of a sudden you vanished into thin air. I woke up with a scream stuck in the middle of my throat, my hands clutching the bedsheet, my entire body covered in sweat and my insides, hollow. You haunt me these days.

Today something happened , I found a letter on your grave. It said * I am disappointed in you, keep a hand on your heart, do you hear your heartbeat, that's where I reside. It's lonely here because now you're scared to let anybody in. The little girl that I nurtured, values souls more than physical presence. Who are you? * You took that little girl away with you, I don't recognise her any more.

I closed the letter, my vision got cloudy. Tears rolled down my cheeks and suddenly I was crying. I looked so ugly while crying, my mouth covered in snot, that scream came out as loud ugly sobs but for the first time since you went away, I felt alive .

It's been months and I still haven't figured out what happened to your little girl but today I noticed how the sky changes it's hues and how they blend in. Today I waved at the sky , kept a hand on my heart and I felt you wave back, I smiled.

The inspiration behind this one was the fault in our stars. Also the ending is as realistic as it can be. I really wanted it to be a happy ending because I loved augustus but the ending was what made me love the book even more. Reason? The baby steps. We all know how hazel is crushed ( so are we) but she's moving on. How everything slowly falls back in place and how augustus is alive in her heart. How she cherishes those moments and how she tries to live her life for her loved ones, for augustus.

i will love you until my lungs give out or the sun swallows the earth. i will love you when you’re far away or when you question your worth. i have loved you for so long, my heart can’t deny, i will even love you in my pain, in another life.

“Only the worthy may wield this sacred blade”

Ⓢ🅐🄵Ⓔ 🅗🄾Ⓤ🅢🄴

They watch you and wonder how I could ever feel unwelcomed here

How I could wish I had another body to call mine

They ask how I could want to cut my existence here short

But can't they see?

We've lived too long. Seen too much.

Experienced too much, too soon

This isn't a safe house

This is a house that has been broken in by nearly everybody-

Blood family stole here too

Stole everything;

My love, my self esteem, my laughter, my voice, my self worth, my security blanket, my innocence.

Everything

This is a run down motel that is in need of refurbishing

We had no insurance. Nothing to fall back on but our destructive coping mechanisms.

I'm tired of being tired of being tired. WE ARE

I want to be more yet nothing.

_._ann_j.nae_._

Poem: love prayer

Let the tongue of love,Swallow us, deeply& assimilate us through the intestines:Driving every molecule therein. Let love embrace usWith open hands& never may we partExcept thriving in her heart O! & let love encapsulate usAs we move down the throatCoated and adorned with robes —Of love: a wish for a servant of love. ©2021, Abdul Hakim Genius,Tamale, Ghana.

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I love the way humans heal. We cry and we fight and we lay in bed for days. We feel too much and then not at all. We destroy ourselves brick by brick and smash plates against our walls just to build ourselves back up again. We change how we look and we pick up new hobbies. We make beautiful art out of our tragedies and rebuild ourselves with time. We make ourselves masterpieces with the rubble until the net earthquake.

Then we do it all over again.

We rise from our graves,

To trumpets played by angels fair.

We parade before the staffs,

With garlands in our hair.

We raise our glass to celebrate,

And find a fish in there.

I sat inside a room with nothing in it

and realized it was still full.

This is when I knew I was enough.

-Rudy Francisco

It doesn’t matter if there are days you don’t feel like talking, any more than the days that you need assurance. I know you need time for your mind to recharge and your soul to breathe.

I am not here to be angry in the moment do you feel insecure or time is it your question that you are worth. I am not here to judge you for your mistakes or question your integrity.

I am here to listen to you; I’m here to show you that you can trust me. Hold my secrets and I’ll hold yours. Listen to my thoughts and I’ll listen to yours.

-Courtney Peppernell

[Pillow Thoughts III Mending the mind]

“Aprenderás que no importa en cuantos pedazos tu corazón se partió, el mundo no se detendrá para que lo arregles”

dream just died for his rose :(

saturated in the depths of sodden dreams this smoke of seraph, painted with whispers of nocturnal breeze Psyche's long-lasting, effervescent heart of gentle glass, benign to make me one with infernal, shadow lives past touch of an electric skull, remaining never, like the shock of pallid sun terrified by the languid, ancient ones words that feel, touch, yearn for more whence luster kneels before an altar of astrologies undone like longings forlorn among a kingdom that spur along the darker road arisen within domains of long-lost grace, held, soft, in arms that cannot know.

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