I guess we are all
TRAVELLERS
with our destination
UNKNOWN
In the end we are all
LOST SOULS
looking around
not for our place in the
WORLD
But for our place
in someone's
HEART.
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gracefully broken
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A part of you
was the moon
A part of me
was the wolf
And amidst the
dark of the night
we shared a part
of our wild
a part of an "us"
I can't let go of
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Every person
will have
a final moment
WITH YOU.
You just
never know
WHEN.
Value people
while they are
still here
before you
REGRET
not having them
while you
STILL
had them. -
disruption 1w
You are that broken shard that is too close to
my heart. It would take all of me to let you go.
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S E L F L O V E
If a year ago, you would've asked me
"If you met you, would you like you?",
I wouldn't have hesitated for a second
before answering "NO". And it's funny
because if you ask me the same question
now, I wouldn't hesitate to answer
"Yes, I would have loved me! Perhaps
more than I ever thought was possible."
Because I'm kind? No. Because I care
about everybody more than myself
Absolutely not. The reason why I would
have loved me if I met me is because
even when I'm not kind, even when I'm
not caring and gentle, even when I'm
hurting and even when I'm in pain,
I stay real.
Never in my life did I find the logic
behind trying to hide how one feels.
People hide their tears, being embarrassed
crying in front of someone.
People hide their real selves from each other.
People hide their pain because they don't
want to appear weak. People hide that
they're hurt. Why? Because they are afraid
of trusting someone wrong. Because they
fear that if they let their guard down,
the ones they love would let them down
in return. But eventually, whether we hide
our hurt or not, we find ourselves wanting
to trust someone once again. We find
ourselves giving a second chance to life
a hundredth time again. Did hiding hurt
prevent us from getting hurt again? No.
Since we are human, hurt found its way
to us inevitably.
BUT,
did we discover beautiful things about
ourselves in the process of getting hurt
Absolutely yes! And that's what all of it is about... discovering the realest, truest
and the purest version of ourselves.
When I said I would love me if I met me
not because I'm kind but because I'm real,
I meant that...
there are days when I'm far from kind.
There are days when I'm cold to the touch
and there are days when saying words to
someone is the cruelest thing I can do to
them. On those days, do I stop loving myself
because I lashed out? No. In fact, I love me
more because I did not "act" or "pretend"
that I'm fine when in reality I was far from
fine. I did not try to hide that I was hurt in
some way. Even when staying quiet and
walking away was what I should've done,
I broke down and screamed because
in that moment, that was the right thing to do.
After all,
like pleasure, pain deserves to be felt too.
Did I stop loving me for breaking down so
often? No. I loved me more than ever
because I let myself stay real. When there
was pain, I felt the pain. When there was
happiness, I lived the happiness. Now
when there are tears, I won't wipe them off.
I'll let them stream down my face, and
when I feel I'm ready, I will pick myself up
and wear not a fake or a forced smile, but
the realest smile I've ever worn as I look up
at the sky and say
"Thanks for letting me meet myself.
I love me more than I ever have."
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Be•you•tiful
If my words hurt you like hell,
I'd use my hand to wipe your tears.
If my touch is cold as ice
I'd use a cloak to wrap your fears.
And if someday the cloak is torn
and no words relieve the pain you feel,
I shall send you an alluring melody
and let it sing you to a sound sleep
Until the storm silences
'til the dust clears.
And perhaps you will see me waving
from the other side of the glass
Though you won't hear a word I say
We can wait together for the clouds to pass
Now the night is dark as deep desire
And the moonlight reflects the scars on skin
How could it not hurt like hell
When the shards of the broken heart
are still within
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disruption 2w
"I fell in love with you and then I fell out. And I thought that was it. But the next time I fell in love was again with you, and then again and again and it kept on happening. But each time I fell, it was harder than before and hurt less than the previous time. Because every time I kept falling in love with you, I accepted that I was falling alone and no matter how many more times I continue to fall, you won't be there to catch me."
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"I've done terrible things. I've made grave mistakes. I'm cold, distant and at times, even a heartless human being. Why are you still here? How are you not afraid of such dark parts of mine?" he asked, breaking down. And looking at him, I knew behind the walls he built around his fragile heart, he was falling apart.
I cupped his face in my hands to make sure he looked deep into my eyes as I replied, "If the darkness were drawn to the light, there would be no darkness at all. And would you praise the presence of the light without the darkness? Absolutely not."
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~// A Book I Will Never Finish -
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G(rief)oodbye
The worst day for you
isn't when you lose someone you love.
It's a few days later when
everybody stops "being there for you"
and moves on
with their lives but you're still stuck in the
same place
with the void inside where
the person you love used to be.
Because you can't move on, all you can do
is learn to live
with the grief cause it never ends. Not a few
days after the loss, not years later, not ever.
When they go,
they're just gone.
But the things they did, the things they gave
you, the things
they made you feel all stay back
in the life they left behind
and now all you can do is live in the life
they left
with the feelings they left...
without people being there to ask
"How have you been doing?"
with them being far away assuming that
you're over it
just because it has been so long.
But they don't understand
just because it's been years does not mean
the pain is now easier to bare.
And they don't understand
that now all you can do is live with the moments
and the memories of the one you lost
without people being there to say
"I'm sorry for your loss".
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disruption 3w
"If I let you go,
all that is left in me
is pain.
And it is more difficult
to bare
than the memories of you.
So let me hold on
for a while longer.
Let me hold on to a dream
till someone
wakes me up from this
peaceful sleep."
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I don’t know
what made me fall in love with him.
To name one thing would be a mistake,
Cause when I fell for him,
I fell for everything he was.
©gelukzoeker -
ikigaii 2w
WB prompt!!
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January chills
Remember, that freezing wintry day,
That was cold, as you,
and the color of the sky, 'twas gray
Like my soul.
How I crept into your warm bed,
but how you crept in my very soul
still living, rent free in my head,
Sometimes shooting at empty walls.
But does it all even matter now?
the January chills, and my Christmas of July
Coney Island's merry go, we survived somehow,
Then, now, forever.
It wasn't for them, just us, you and me
We share our hurt, our warmth, and time
Memorising the crevices of each other's palms
Unpredictably known, like the cruel
chills of January.
~ avani
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I seriously can't help but write. If it makes sense let me know, if it doesn't, I know it already.
And I know, I'm writing cheesy stuff these days, cz fuck yeah, you're right. Hum kie mehnga wala nasha.
@totallynotadrugdealer
#januaryc @writersbay.
January chills
// we could leave the Christmas lights, up til January......
How about forever?//
©ikigaii -
ikigaii 2w
#emp #totimec @writersbay #writersbay
He's my time. It's okay if this doesn't count as an entry (cz I'm second guessing) I did it, anyway! ╮(╯_╰)╭
Incoming of emotions!!
find more series of LOVER under the hashtag #loverslovelastforever
❄
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Brick by brick, he build me up
Inch by inch, while pain crawled in
Breath by breath, while I flickered away like a dying fire,
He built me up. He built me better, for the coming worse.
You're time honey, I am tears.
We'll go hand in hand, I'll be the wound, you'll be the aid.
If you're their deception, love,
I'll be the truth of you.
My eternal glow of now,
while I bask in the enlightenment of some past, that I can't recall
you're time honey, I'll be that wine.
Moonshine.
~ avani
// everything stopped when I looked at him, and he offered me his chronosphere//
( Alice through the looking glass reference)
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Lines of the post taken from dress by Taylor swift
(Come on, dude, who else would I ever mention!
And that, too this good...nobody but her.)
If I had a mic right now, I'd drop it..
// even in my worst of times, you could see the best of me,
Even in my worst lies,
You saw the truth of me.// -
veloc1ty_ 2w
anxiety's a silent drop of water penetrating the stillness of my calm mind, severing the surface with wildness and diving into it, to add up to the volume of chaos that rests dormant inside it. it charges at me like a fanatic, sending across a range of tiny ripples that die even before reaching the shore but it's enough to rattle my mental state.
and pain is like a hot spice that has lost all of its hotness, so it sits steady on the edges of my tongue waiting patiently for the crisis to arrive but it ends up not stinging me as much as it was meant to. It simply dissolves in with my inability to stir an emotion in the hot pot of the feelings i overcooked for myself.
numbness is its byproduct, a strange feeling or rather the absence of it, and it has stuck to my skin for way too long now. it all began with the collapse of a stack of intangible thoughts, starting from the least of dangerous ones to the ones that are unfavourably violent. but eventually it shaped my thought train, sushing the frightened child in me that has recently been orphaned. and as any other orphanage, it took care of me when no one bothered to.
now hope to me, is like a wet matchstick that doesn't answer properly to the whistling of spark. the fire within me has died long ago, and the fireplace that held the ceremony is now occupied by the uninvited cold. my bones shiver from inside and my lungs fail to catch a brea(k/th). time did what it had to, and im not absurd enough to hold it accountable for its actions. coz time was merely the cold water that (soak/sav)ed me from a third degree burn without realizing it would leave me freezing with a bitter cold mark in the process.
©veloc1ty_
Bg: Album cover of Circles by Mac Miller.
Used in an attempt to pay tribute to him coz listening to it urged me to write this. ❤
@writersnetwork ty for the kind repost (._.)
#allthewnreposts
Yay, I'm still worthy ❤.
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"Beautiful silence
Beautiful pain
We're only human
We're meant to dream
Lost in a life
Full of mistakes
We do what feels right
Then fall with No grace
Chased by the sun
Escaping flat lines
Dreams are a curse
Wake up you're alive."
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Song : Devil on my shoulder
Artist : Faith Marie
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