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thelifelessgirl · 1 year
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Everyone gets tired of me at some point.
Then eventually they’ll leave.
They all do.
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What if I am the monster that I’ve been running from?
They say you are your own worst enemy
What if they’re right?
I have tried to live my life through rules
Isn’t that what we all do?
But it’s hard to resist the temptation of bending the rules
And breaking them
I have a temper in me that you will rarely see
I keep her chained up
But sometimes she breaks free
I can’t find a chain strong enough
To keep her from escaping
She’s far too strong
And always finds a way to break down her wall’s
I wreck things but then apologise
Just like walking on your granny’s flower’s
I look down at the wreckage
And with my tears I water the flower’s
To try and save them
Because we all have a monster in us
But I want to apologise for mine
-Tamara-Catherine
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peace2mateo · 9 months
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The stars sing a quiet song that directs all human affairs.
It makes me wonder then…
which sonata they conducted to get you into my arms, beloved.
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calibanstriplicity · 1 year
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One for the full moon.
I have wanted to write a poem about domestic violence for a while now after researching it for an essay. I started writing this tonight because of the full moon and it ended up becoming one.
Instagram is also @calibanstriplicity
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limitlessend · 2 years
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The more you try to solve a problem, the more you perpetuate it. You cannot solve that which doesn't exist. It's your attention that makes the illusion seem real. All you need to do to solve it, is to take your attention away from it.
—l.a.m.p
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spinningjupiters · 2 years
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// day dreaming //
And that's how I knew
The soil that was burning away my roots
Was not my home
I needed to stay
Somewhere else
Even if for a night
To find back my dreams
And borrow some sleep
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girlnamedangiee · 2 years
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CANCER
We lived in the sunshine
Before you were diagnosed
Just a stomachache
Or so the doctor’s supposed
Then grew a black tar pit in your lung;
and lopsided skin soaked in chemo
Just 11 years old without a mum.
After school one day
I’ll never forget,
Dad told me you had passed away
( and all I could utter was an ‘ok’)
And With a firm grip on depression’s bars
Came soaked pillows
And decorated wrists with unlovely scars
But now I see you every night;
Sparkling amongst delivered stars.
-ac
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jadealdinesarchive · 2 years
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my muse
i used to write about you
every line
every word
i chose very carefully to make sure i meant exactly what i wrote
so that one day if i had the chance,
you would read and i’d be glad
to have your heart
melted by my art
- j.a
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Excess
This is indulgent. I snatch
and take more than I need.
But your table is piled high
with rich textures and curiosity.
There is a temptation, sometimes,
to spill between alternate states:
grey, plasticised, panel-beaten
or whirlpool wild, drowning in myself.
After all, what price can I offer you
to sate me? To grab the plug
and pull it out of the socket?
No silence could ever be as golden.
It is your talent: to be too much,
too soon, too now and too then.
To be everywhere and nowhere:
your absence is in everything now.
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blacc-soul · 2 years
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dancing in the moonlight
looking into your blue eyes
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thelifelessgirl · 1 year
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You hate when people see you cry because you want to be that strong person.
At the same time, though, you hate how nobody notices how torn apart and broken you are.
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Everything changed me.
But that's okay
That little girl who once retained an innocent mind has now embelsihed the worlds voids as her own
The world changed me.
Everyday
Like sunny skies clear of clouds to cracks of thunder and sleepless nights
Life changed me
Day by day
Nothing remains shiny and new for long. Time passes and just like shiny new things we wear and tear as we go along
The world changed me
And its not done yet
There's still more change in the world left
-tamara-catherine
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peace2mateo · 9 months
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My mind is a labyrinth — a maze
Some turns have skeletons that have been stowed away not to see the light of day
Others beautiful gardens with memories to keep them thriving for millennia more
There are days I remember the turns to get back to myself
Others I lose my way inside of who I was
Clawing at the door begging to be let out
Only to be reminded by source
That it is all me
All worthy of love
Entire, and complete.
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calibanstriplicity · 2 years
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a bit about love
ig unpoeticpoeticism
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dadaaesthetic · 3 years
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".....I close my lips. I wait for you to come and open them."
_Rumi
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writers-wind · 3 years
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HISTORY
I have a history of regret
and pain and suffering,
A history which walks on to
the present
just gladly mumbling.
My soul doesn't speak
nor does my heart,
not till I beg them all
with my tears
And they tell me to
follow my melancholy mind,
speaking slowly , softly
and just gladly mumbling.
But they aren't aware of
the rustling dragons
which fly in my mind
breathing flame and fire.
I think it's easier to say
to someone else
of your belief,
But how do I teach my soul
of my own desire.
Oh, to be free of this caging mind
which bounds me into
infinite chains
of sorrow, guilt
and unknown blames.
I have a history of regret
And of pain and suffering,
A history which destroys my present
and which will soon pierce into my future
just gladly mumbling.
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