Setting Things On Top Of Other Things
You wore me like a sun coat,
you lost me like a glove
but you were never on the bottom
of the drawer of my love.
You wore me like a sun coat,
you lost me like a glove
but you were never on the bottom
of the drawer of my love.
#throwback
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Today’s #VoiceMemos is #inspired by my brother @iam_ronbass!! Had to put the ✍🏾 to the 📗when I saw this. We def need more #LOVE! Keep shining Bruh!! #iNEEDtoWrite #message #quote #quoteoftheday #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet #writer #author
#Repost @iam_ronbass
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“I will always love you” ❤ || Interior Mural by Ron Bass || #BlackGirlsInTheMoMa #MuseumOfMelaninAwesomeness #MuseumOfMommaAfrica #RonBass #Love #Peace #Light #WomensRights #Art #Mural #SomewhereInAmerica
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seasons change and grow, but forever with those who hold you closest is like a candle that cannot be blown out. you are that candle, shining in the highest window of a steeple, to be loved, held, and admired like the final star to wink away in the sunrise. and one day, perhaps, you will see how you shine. // h.rae
crumbling the cookie of habit… breaking itvdien in the milkriver of life — still eating most of the crumbs but paying attention as I chew and make smaller my bites
I had this image in my head
that love was pure just like a dove
inspiring calmness in the chaos,
and even peace amongst the wars
then I grew up and fell in love
and love, indeed, was like a bird
at first a dove, then something else
with powerful wings, but claws that stung
so much that even today, after a while,
the faint memory of that pain still
sends cold shivers down my spine
it was a hawk of lust and need
it ripped my soul out, with no mercy
and left deep scars after its feast
and when I thought it can’t get worse
the hawk was nothing compared to
those who proudly wear the name of love
but are just scavengers at heart
like vultures, they prey on weak souls
and eat them out, trying to get full
to prove themselves that anything’s good
no matter the damage or the taste
a dead heart with no hopes is just flesh.
~Agath.
« What do cats remember of days?
They remember the ways in from the cold,
The warmest spot, the place of food.
They remember the places of pain, their enemies,
the irritation of birds, the warm fumes of the soil,
the usefulness of dust.
They remember the creak of a bed, the sound
of their owner´s footsteps,
the taste of fish, the loveliness of cream.
Cats remember what is essential of days.
Letting all other memories go as of no worth
they sleep sounder than we,
whose hearts break remembering so many
inessential things. »
— Brian Patten, “Inessential Things”
Sometimes i still wish for your return not so we would be together , not so i would forgive you and start over- but because i still can’t handle the fact of what you did and how you are not doing anything to fix it, how it is so easy for you to walk away and leave me, just like that.
i have nothing, i am nothing
If the concept of time is a lie
Then why care that I’m running out of life
If the need to do well drives me so insane
Then why do I throw it all away
If the effects of my trauma is just a show
Then why does the mere thought of him hit me blow after blow
If you think that my pain is a myth
Then why shouldn’t I cut my own wrists
And though you say love doesn’t last forever
Why do I want to spend forever with her
you can’t look me in the eyes any longer
you don’t caress my cheek with your fingertips
your voice sounds hollow when you speak to me
your knuckles are bloodier than ever
and your lips are pursued
as if to refrain from revealing too much
you bite on your tongue
to stop yourself from saying it
but darling i already know
all i’m asking of you
if you’ve fallen out of love is to lie
but if you’re leaving take this heart
it no longer needs to beat if you are not around
and if you’ve fallen out of love
baby don’t you cry
i knew the day would come when
you’d feel lonesome sitting next to me
and if you’re fallen out of love
i assure you it’s alright because
i’ve fallen out of love with myself long ago
-delirioussky
I would have told you sooner that I love you
but I knew you weren’t ready to believe me
“TO”
Please He May Learn To Welcome
In Thy Moans Flew O S
Song When The Ground With Tears Blossom
Pouring Pity Tigers Howl Bless
Another To Cherish Thee Oh It
Shine But Thel Is An Infant
D Think Not Fear Pit
Very Small Sweet Sleep Ancient
the body’s memory
more potent
more powerful
than human minds
than gendered egos.
i am alive,
and by god
i’m tired of being awakened, but unlived.
tomorrow, today, now
i step outside.
— Fariha Róisín, from “self-portraiture,” How to Cure a Ghost
Your breath isn’t steady
Your heartbeat’s too fast
You feel so un-ready
You feel just like broken glass
You wipe away the tears
Threatening to spill
You force yourself to focus
You force yourself to be still
Close your eyes