The moon envied my love for you.

If she couldn't have that kind of passion

How can someone else?

~Shubhaa

Before hurting a poet, just think of those million souls, whom he will make suffer, the same way, he suffered, just with a few drops of ink.

But I do feel strange, almost unearthly. I'll never get used to being alive. It's a mystery. Always startled to find I've survived.

-John Steinbeck, from Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters

"When a person tells you, you hurt them, you

don't get to decide you didn't."

- Louis C.K.

no butterflies no glee when i see you but somehow i constantly think about and wish to be with you

Jak naprawić świat, którego nie da się naprawić?

He comenzado a hablarte con otras voces. La mía muy cansada está de buscarte y nunca encontrarte.

Si tú vas, vengo. Si tú vienes, voy.

Con M de Mar

I prefer silence

To the sadness

Of being misunderstood

GΛᄂΛƬΣΛ

I was broken, since my dawn

You were the love, my heart

Couldn't hold

Darling, we weren't a tragedy

Simply we met, with a goodbye kiss.........

October 17

End of an era

I would take my time reminiscing

there was much to savor

shaping my skin and bones

it could be a comet across the sky

a hurricane, once upon a time

carefully and duly recorded

this blink of an eye

resting sweetly in my dreams now

Sitting under moonlight, my mind wonders to the past

Thinking what is it I done to not be allowed to love and be loved.

Next to you, I was a weakling, just another boy swooned by charisma of Achilles.

Lonely are the nights I spent without you, lonely are the days when she comes to taunt me.

Only thing I wanted was to be let in peace, with tenderness of my heart, I think and I think so I go back to start

I am not a warrior like you, I am someone poets write about as heroes emotional support,

Maybe that is why I had to go first, because I would not survive without you? Cruel is my destiny, cruel are the God's who tore us apart.

Now hear me scream and break, hear me shout and yell my name

"I am Philtatos his most beloved" hear me add a thing or two, come now Odysseus hear me speaking to them and to you

Listen to my voice enchanting you like a drug

"I am Patroclus, I deserve to love and be loved."

Written by me.

Comment down or text me if you have any request on who I should write poem about.

Darkness of us

The darkness inside us is a haunting sea.

It devours everything that dares step in.

The darkness inside us are hollow woods.

Woods that might welcome us but will be death in disguise.

The darkness inside us is a raging storm.

It pulls us in and throws our heads out.

The darkness inside us is a dead spirit.

Hoping to be alive through us.

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Don't repost or copy! This is my peom!

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How to get Home

How to get home when you are lost inside of your own head, unknown how to get out, how to find some help,

how to get home when you are stumbling with every step you take, without any support and with two weak legs shaking?

How to get home, when you never known that loving feeling that should be home?

- Ely C. Winters.  | @nosebleedclub  Oct. #31

me???? tired???? sleepy???? yes constantly

Zastanawiam się czy kiedy przechodzisz koło mojego domu, myślisz co u mnie. Czy wspominasz nasze wspólne wypady, rozmowy i uśmiechy, a może uważasz, że to był stracony czas? Albo tak naprawdę to wszystko jest Ci obojętne? Chciałabym kiedyś się tego dowiedzieć...

Sabrá Dios en qué boca morirán los besos que yo anhelaba darte. Podría mentirte y decir que seguiré esperando, pero ¿esperar qué o a quién? Ya no hay nada que nos mantenga unidos y el único lazo que hay entre los dos amenaza con romperse. Tantas noches dediqué a imaginarte a mi lado que ahora ellas solas corren a tu encuentro. ¿Qué se hace cuando el alma busca lo que el corazón perdió? Procuro mantener la mente ocupada, intento no dejarme llevar por este traicionero que me bombea en el pecho. Lucho, te juro que lucho con todas mis fuerzas. Voy perdiendo la batalla, no puedo ocultarlo. Y no dejo de pensar… Sabrá Dios en qué boca morirán los besos que yo anhelaba darte, sabrá Dios que piel incendiaran tus manos.

Hay vida después de ti, pero no sé si quiero vivirla.

Con M de Mar

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am seven

and my reply is

pink

because i am a girl

and pink

is a princess color.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am ten

and i like

green

because a boy told me that pink

is lame and girly.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am thirteen

and i tell them

purple

it is unique and spunky

like i want to be.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am seventeen

and i just say

red

i do not say

it is bright and angry at the world

as i am

i cannot form the words to express

all of my frustrations

so i paint my lips with

rage.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am twenty

and it’s pink

i remember the joy

of being a child

i reclaim the freedom

of femininity

because i cannot remember

what my shoulders felt like

before the depression

hung from them.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am twenty-six

and my answer is

brown

it confuses most people

they don’t see it

they may think of dirt

and dust

and dead things

but it is coffee with friends

and the chocolate chip cookies

my mom used to make.

it is my hair

and my eyes

amber and gold

in the sun

and i love myself

again

Dusk found me clothed in

The night sky, stars concealed

Behind my lashes, rain mixed with

My mascara,

On my knees

Trembling to my own thunder

Repeating a prayer, I sinked in

The river of darkness

When the Heavens whispered

Let there be light

Let there be light...........

October 16

The kind of walks that could last forever