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! - if life cannot be without death, then maybe all they who've ruined me before you were mere reasons for you to come and bring me back to beauty.

! of what trouble are the thousand seas, the thousand mornings, the thousand tears and the thousand years of reaching you, when your soul and mine combined produce a hymn that would play for another million lifetimes? i tell you, love, the few hundred days i will spend with you on this earth are worth all the thousand swords i take to my heart before meeting you.

! - the language of your laughter electrifies the heart of the dead poet within me.

! - how beautiful it is to think so, that someone's heart in this world is the home in which you'll be living in until the ends of your eternity. but so much so is the pain just as beautiful, when that same home is shattered upon your arrival and you've no choice but to lift it up anew, now built for two people - they and you.

! - of solitude and silence, a great fortress you've once been for my anguish and despair. now i weep by your wreckage and sit by your broken throne, piecing the ruins together in quite hopes of rebuilding you, rebuilding my home once more.

! - i pray for only one wish, at nights when i am rid of all else but my spirit i cry out to the northern skies: here, i offer my tears in replace of your heaven.

6 – tender and powerful is he who allows the shadows to prevail within him – the darker the shadow, the bigger the fire. fret not of the darkness, for there will always be a burning fire if you look hard enough.

5 – one would never truly see without the awakening of the soul. to see from the perspective of your emotions is the true way to see life, for our eyes are mere windows into the house of our spirits; we must never look from them, but outwards through them.

4 – more often that not, i still await your return; grappling onto the blind faith that loved me as much, cared for me as i did for you. those hopeless days always leave my heart in shattered shards, yet a fool i am – a fool for picking them up one by one, barely fitting back the pieces together for the next awaiting of your arrival.

3 – fear me not, for i am fragile; hurt me not, for i am unshaken. never strike a boar in its sleep for it will be it's most angered when awaken, yet one must never deprive a flower of water in fear of it's poison.

2 – some days, my dreams are filled with bluebirds soaring in the high heavens, of castles that stretch out to the far and wide, of caves filled with loot as far as the eye can see, and of men and women as happy as can be – those days are saddest, my dreams always become sweeter when something is missing.

1 – sanity becomes more and more of an illusion when your reality consists of daydreams and promises of the unknown; in a sense, that is all there is to love. insanity, illusions, and unkempt promises of a future never witnessed and never forgotten.

@hσndα kчσчα nOW I WANT ANGST EVEN MORE

@pαrk jíhσσn Too Broken for Heartbreaks

What an all-too familiar feeling it is
To have your heart so hungry it starts to devour your lungs
And you start to breathe blood, your heart starts pumping air
To be so deprived of ecstasy that you start getting high off of your own sorrow
To have your longing for love long for a home
For your own body has become too small
Too fragile
Too miserable for even heartbreak to live in
The ashes of the fire that once burned loudly in your chest
Now replaced the glossy polish on the porcelain masterpieces
They filled the once flowing sea of red emotions and turned it into a gray dessert
Baby, it's cold, it's lonely
There's no oasis in this shattered desert
This heartbreak hotel has no more room for one more dramatic exit
This blank space is already marked with the tattoo my heart had worn of your name
Now scarred and chipping off from the lashes of your missing resonance
I'm swallowed whole by the empty spot you left in my arms
How hollow, how missing, how incomplete my arms feel when they're not around you
Baby, I thought you said this won't just be another empty promise?
Baby, these promises you made just left me empty
I thought you'd be there when the world comes crashing down?
Then again, I was a fool for thinking it'd work in the first place
How could you be there to console me if you were my world from the very start?
Baby, I still have my heart in a pedestal for you
Baby, it's asking me why I ever took it out of my chest if it's not gonna have any visitors anyway
I tried telling it about the name it had worn
The name that left scars which it still bears up until now
Of why it can't take the pain away no matter how hard it tries
Baby, you were honey, you were so sticky
Baby, it tells me that I'm stupid
Is it my fault for risking my sanity for a love I know I'll never have?
Maybe it is,
Maybe it is my fault
But baby,
No matter how hard I try
My knees are still glued to this rotting rose garden
I've been stuck here for far too long since you left, baby
The petals have dried and the thorns are already biting into my flesh
So long
That the coffee already ran cold
And the honey already expired

limitations
we're taught to learn them
we're taught to keep and not go above
until certain situations leave you like a caged dove
i'm bound by ball and chain
i'm forced to watch you break
i've thrown verbally endearing arrows
just so you knew I was here
but alas, words only get so far
efforts too narrow, too short to reach the bar
i'm damned knowing I can't have you near
and so I drown, falling down
down
down
into the depths of my worries and tears
it's all inevitable, the future
how can I save myself when it's you I can't even nurture
this must be a bad trip, this isn't real
I can still see you next to me, smiling
I can hear you tell me, " i'm okay "
you're not lying, right?
you're fine, right?
please, tell me this is just a nightmare
I don't know what to do
and the thought of it hurts
because the scariest part about death is losing you

after the sun melts behind the seas
the moon rises in the eastern skies
when stars twinkle high in the midnight blues
the northern breeze caresses the flower of hues
when the world is quiet under dreams subdued
for no wandering eyes to catch I and you
for no judgements passed on to me and you
for there exist not a single soul to hurt you
under the acacia, again, I will see you
I will see you, again, when the moonflowers in bloom
until then, till we met again at our very own secret base
I will think of you and only you
I will think of your roseate smiles, tender against my own
of the coolth of your hands held in my own
of the thunderous heartbeats beating again my own
when I pull you desperately into my arms
desperate to build a cage out of my flesh and bones
a cage to keep you as my own
so never again do I need to see you in secret
so never again do I need to see you off in regret
but these day dreams will never come true so soon
so wait, my little song bird, for patience is virtue
wait a little longer for me and you
and the song of vows I wrote for you.



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damn this took me ages but...its.. idk what to feel. criticism is appreciated {idk about meter and stuff so spare me}

/clap clap

; yellow.

you've told me well and true,
my sweetest,
of how the stars in the heavens above
shined and twinkled
just for me -
of how the moon
rises at night
to watch me sleep,
to guard me from the dark
you swore to kept me from.
you told me of the yellow,
of the sunrise
and the sunsets
we'll be seeing together,
the ones we'll be making
in our own world
together,
the togethers
filled with yellow
now a memory of black
piercing through.
i can't help but think,
love,
of which one of those shining stars above
you've wished on
to keep me with you,
wonder where
in the moon's shadow
you've kept your hidings
and wonder
where,
where possibly in this universe
you may be hiding now.
from all the stars up above,
from the millions
of twinkling things
which are you?
tell me please,
my darling love,
so that i can whisper your name to the skies
before i depart to the other lands,
a quiet wish
never granted
to meet you in my dreams again.
i long for you so,
dear muse in bright sunshine,
i miss you dearly
yet you are no longer mine.
i often wonder,
what about our togethers?
what of the yellow lands you promised me,
of the sunsets
and sunrises
we'll watch together?
will be facing them alone?
will i build them by myself,
toiling with broken fingers
and a heart torn in two?
and as i face the moon
again tonight,
i send another prayer to the heavens,
knowing well the answer would always be
no.
"please,
let me see my sweetest again,
just for once -
let me tell him,
oh mother moon,
of the suns i've witnessed
while he was gone.
he would've loved them
just as much
as i loved you."

- sing to me, darling of mine, the song of your soul; whisper to me of the god that crafted your beauty, allow me the privilege of uncovering you from your glamour. your beauty and your hurt, i want to be part of it. i want to be the blood that thrums and pulses in your beating heart, i want to be the waft of atmosphere you take in. share with me a piece of you, my beauty, so that i may truly understand the weight and glory of holding the universe in my own two hands.

rip yeah, i get you -- even when i reread, i still don't know what's wrong.
and i use commas sporadically and misuse them ;;;;

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Same
when i do write, i tend to have to reread it a lot to make sure my tenses arent switching back and forth

oof yes i am horrible with being consistent with my tenses ;;;;; aaaaa thank you

It's good so far!
Though, if i remember my tenses correctly abxnamx
you do combine a past tense for a future purpose
Like " Yet, years later, that same world had suddenly become bleak and gray."
I feel like it should be 'became' and not 'become'
same with "Perhaps years down the road, we would be as happy as they promised us, that we would finally feel full of ..."
I think it should be "we will..." and not "we would"

// for hw purposes pls ignore : D

When I was a child, I remember being told to dream big; that the world was at my fingertips and I was only limited by my imagination. Every day was a new opportunity, every mistake, a new learning experience. We were allowed to fall and dust ourselves off before being encouraged to get back up and try again. The world was a colorful place, full of dreams and excitement, a world of hopes and new beginnings. Yet, years later, that same world had suddenly become bleak and gray. The same people who told us that we were free to do what we want, to be what we want, are the ones who now look at us with contempt and disdain when we stray from the path that they have so meticulously created for us to follow. Perhaps it was wrong or perhaps it was right. Perhaps years down the road, we would be as happy as they promised us, that we would finally feel full of something as our minds were numbed and our souls were emptied in order to fill a certain mold. If we all followed the same course, would we come out as special as we had been told? For, if we were all the same, were any of us truly special?

:o

; oxygen.

more often than not
you've left me
rather breathless,
with your beauty
so vast and eternal
and the honesty
of your emotions
so captivating,
so entirely captivating
in every way.
somehow,
touching you feels
almost surreal,
almost as if i'm living
every moment
in a dream
from which
i'd never want to wake from.
all these times
i've been searching,
wandering
the great unknown
for something,
anything to quench my thirst.
my starved lungs
breathe in only
the winds of despair,
they've learned to do so
in the face of mirages
along the way.
but then you came,
ocean enchanting;
you quenched my thirst
and left me
overflowing,
a fountain
from which
i will never again go thirsty,
a river of life
to fulfill my hunger.
you-
you are enough.
you're more than enough for me.
the graces of your spirit
abounds in the deepest waters,
and i,
a wanderer,
fight to uncover them,
with every kiss
and every starved touch
i lead my feet
to where it cannot travel,
to the depths of your emotions
where your love becomes
it's most extravagant.
maybe i'm drowning,
maybe i'm in need of air.
but maybe because
of your love
that courses through my veins,
i learn to breathe in the water,
learn to blend it into my blood.
maybe i'm breathless,
but maybe
that's okay,
because in this ocean
of tears and drowning,
of screams and cries unheard,
your love is my sanctuary,
your love is my oxygen.

! - lullaby.

i can still taste it most days, the texture of her words so sweet in my memory as she sings for me, one last time, the hymn of her heart right before it ceases to beat. of all the moments i recall, of her and her smile, calloused hands having crafted the memories i've grown to love; of golden age weathering her face, and thus proving that real beauty does stand the test of time. a click of a tongue, a quiet moment of hesitation then a soft delicate hum, and again it replays: the oceans dripping from her eyes as she sings to me
of a love that runs deep in the seas inside our souls. oh how i miss her dearly - the woman that had set my mother's spirit on fire, and i as a babe by her having tasted that same fire in my mouth. and with the hard, cold stone of her gravestone tainting my fingertips and the last memories of her laugh resonating through me, i sing for the last time: "once, there was a girl..."

I think your words have the honestly in it more than mine do, very beautiful to read

- one's body is a holy temple, of which life and war are created, wherein all art and love resonate and tears and hurt remain. never treat it wrongly, it is a gift from this earth we are blessed with- you are from the ground and will soon return to it, make your body a gift back to the earth when you return.

last one of mine too

Here I stand alone
there isn't anyone I can trust
when I sit on the throne
Yet I dare to call myself hope
hope for better future
hope for standing strong
hope for reaching goals
The King that will survive
the sharpness of the throne

thank you, jib, i love the honesty of yours as well.

I really love your words