Desiderium - ishani 

I know it’s time to let go of these old feelings, put them in an envelope, sealed with a kiss, then mailing them to you door, with no message attatched, because I’m just returning the love that you couldn’t give me, but I know it sounds insane that I want to keep those good memories, just until there could be a slight chance of you loving me the slightest.

Necromania - ishani

I don’t want to die, but should I die in the middle of the night and wake up to see my angel in front of me, I wouldn’t mind leaving what I left behind, because I’m now able to guide them without meeting expectations that I cannot meet.  

maybe the mysterious beauty of the moon stays in her eternity, all the lives she saw, all the lovers she hugged, the poets she danced with, all the wolves she assisted while crying, all the deaths under her sensitive eyes, all the tears, all the screams, all the moans and all the songs under her light. she's way too precious for us, humans

The Day Of Parting

She was the white flower of penance

It had been a fractious morning of defeat

Only her eyes spoke to me

Please have a seat.

I sat upon the velvet chair

A coffee cup in my hand

I could hear her voice made of music

But couldn’t hear the band

We both talked in sharp voices

The year was sixty nine

Two joints on the table

And a half a glass of wine

Hendrix playing in the background

To a silently sinking ship

A lover no more forever

To the one who was just not so hip

She was headed for a place called Woodstock

I was headed far away

The end of a turbulent relationship

On Memorial Day

Spigot4

Merriam Coates

i am aching and i do not know what for i look at possibility and long for something else wandering from one point to another as if everything's just offshore of my desires and wants and needs undefined clauses and guarantees knowing a future that I never thought of for I made it longer and i'd love to outrun the past outrun myself unbox my contrast redo my health but there are no slates as clean as death itself unseen standing beside me and ready to make real some afterlife some interpretation inevitability never waiting

Administrative Segregation

One hour for recreation

Twenty three hours in your cell

The heat in the summer will bake you

And roast you in an unpleasant hell

The lights stay on through an eternity

Screams keep you awake all night long

Some lunatic thinks he can sing

Bosses on the run doing count

The next day is the same fucking thing

Handcuffed for showers

Handcuffs for medical

Somewhere out there supposedly there’s freedom

What does freedom bring?

It sometimes brings you here

To the place of hell

The place of fear

Come right in

The carnival barker says

See this place of death

Right before your eyes

Spigot4

Merriam Coates

“You cannot kill my darkness,” she told him.

He smiled as the sun coated her skin, “I’m just trying to let some light in.”

— e.s

“I cannot love you,” she cried.

So he reached into her chest and pulled out her beating heart.

As she sank to the floor, he smiled at her demise and whispered faintly, “then you shall never loved again.”

— e.s

Loving me is like loving a

Masked witch.

I cast spells of delight

Before I hide.

Enbalm myself in mystery,

Before you even try.

Engulf myself in hate

Before you can touch me.

And each time you think

You know me,

I cast a new spell.

i guess translating my poetry into Greek is my new defence mechanism to spill my heart out without the consequence of being exposed—

—Σ 'αγαπώ αα || you should know that, besides who doesn't want a tinge of dark academia anyway

Michele L. Harvey’s Favorites Day 7

the garage

by rope and rafter

he left

and with him

his reasons

Ignatius Fay, Third Place 2016 Sanford Goldstein

International Tanka Contest

I made and wrote something, I hope you like it ♡

Let my soul reach its potential to ignite even in darkness

To cast spells upon sadness

To wipe away the sins with crimson tears

That I've built all these years

- khizr

Ignite oh sleeping beauty, ignite and burn endlessly!

March 6, 2014

Throwback Thursday,

A chance to show the world 

   where we came from. 

What day should we show the world 

   where we’re going? 

Radiant Rose 19

Day 19 - Raw poetry.

It is too late to save me,

I have made my prayer to the skies,

I slip into the slumber,

As the skies become cheerful again.

- Geetanjali lachke.

thank you for reading!

No I’m the dog and it’s my fault, my god I never had a soul teach me how to fill this hole in my heart or how to let men in or where to start having fonder thoughts. It’s hard to think that this began further than when I rebelled against the notion that a man is what I should be groomed to tend to never once did I wonder if he could be my lover and my friend too

Él me ama. Me ama. Me ama. Me ama. Me lo repito todo el día:

Él me ama con cada parte de su corazón roto.

Y yo lo amo. Lo amo demasiado.

Pero creo que nunca podré arreglarlo.

Todo mi amor no es suficiente para sanarlo.

Y algo me dice que nunca lo será.

there are moments when you look so beautifulI have to take my eyes off you to save myself

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Bumble Bee Heaven

Irresistible to the Little Bee Bumble bee heaven the poppy is all he wants to find and see

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Yes, I am not Juliet

But I can stay with you until your dream is get;

I can be with you until my last breath;

I can love you until death.

@𝐗𝐗𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐗𝐗

Fighting. Yelling. Anger. Sudden movements. Loud noise. All terrifies me. I hate being in those situations. I can take a lot. But I cant take yelling, I break. Loud sounds and sudden movements make me jump or flinch. I always get defensiveness. I just want peace and quiet.