my oasis ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Can't we just stop time for a little while? The stars have decided our fate I know because I’ve wasted years in denial But I hope mercy will keep you here with me
One moment I hold you in a tight embrace, The next you crumble to sand in my arms And I'm lost again Calling out for you and Looking for your grains of sand In an endless desert
"It was just a dream" I whisper to myself, alone in the dark But in truth, I know you'll never be back. Not in this world, And not even in the world of dreams
"poeticide".
the agony of being a poet
is not actually found
in being unable to write;
it's worse. my downfall is choosing to relive the pain
with every word, emotions inexpressible;
i try to exclaim: desperately
crying for help, in verse,
doomed to repeat
the cycle
until nobody is left
to witness me.
"poeticide."
d.b.a
note: i have no foolish intentions and cherish life, as well as my place within it. the emotions i feel and express are very real, but be at ease - everything will be okay, for myself and you, the reader.
If the storm subsides,
i will have no reason to fight.
to live.
bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
I was getting to the shore. Then you came back and tried to drown me. again.
But darling ,
Now I know how to swim.
the world is heartbreaking every day and the world is beautiful every day and we have to pay attention to both
I can kill the desire, but I can’t kill the tenderness, the need to touch you when your eyes are dark, when you are pale.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939-1947
My soul is aching,
begging to be shattered by you,
as if breaking is the only way
to feel whole again....
““You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she’s not deadly. She’s beautiful and she’s laughing.””
— Hélène Cixous