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Something
by RaquelAnd so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look to me
to find the way it all began -
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss.
Could it be that I am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending Something
that I am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide.
bell hooks (via queerfatfemme)
(Source: theredtree, via poetdreamer)
Genuine love is rarely an emotional space where needs are instantly gratified. To know love we have to invest time and commitment… dreaming that love will save us, solve all our problems or provide a steady state of bliss or security only keeps us stuck in wishful fantasy, undermining the real power of love — which is to transform us.
Through all the darkness and sadness
I kept you in my heart
Always thinking of you
Wondering if you were thinking of me
Hoping that you were…
And…
You thought of me which makes it seem so much less dark inside me
I Want To Die
On days like today,
When everything seems
Ever so white in its void,
And angels would impale
Their hearts upon devil tears.
As the emotion of a million
Is shattered and burned,
Turned to comet’s dust
And swallowed by the dirty.
Love no longer tastes beautiful
When scars remind us of
What it was to touch yesterday.
(via aquietjoy-deactivated20120205)
Bleed
My skin is not pale
my blood is crimson,
but if you would take a blade
and cut through my chest you’d see,
my blood is crimson,
my heart is pallid, sickly.And here I lacerate my pen,
like I would lacerate my vein open,
because I need ample convincing,
I’m not as dead as I think,
I still feel something.
Phoenix
It hides inside her,
enslaved to the bars
of a cage,
wants to be free,
won’t break the chains.
Convincing herself
she prefers the dark,
when could
fly away
faster
than an
avalanche.
Incentive desire
for things she’s
never done,
but dreads nothing more
than to travel the unknown.
She knows
she has to
change her ways,
no need to be afraid
of a penultimate fate.
Full of life and dreams,
needing to believe,
before ending up
lamenting
a life
she never
tried
to
live.
(via aquietjoy-deactivated20120205)
My dearest Juliet
I have been but a humble slave to your beauty,
From the first moment our eyes met.
You were my shining light,
In my dark days.
My love for you has consumed me,
Where all that is left is you.
Our love could never be,
Always obstructed from blossoming.
It was poisoned,
It is ruined.
It is clear that we cannot ever freely be together.
Alas I cannot live in a world where you belong to another,
Where you will be held in another’s arms and caressed.
My heart shall always be yours my sweet Juliet.
With this blade my blood shall spill from my veins and resolve us of our sins.
I sincerely hope that in time you will forgive me
And find solace in the memories of our love.
Eternally yours
Romeo
Glance
Passive passion,
Activated, with a look,
That look, that baited hook,
Takes, every word from a poets book,
Mashes all the passion into one dreamy eyed glance.
That thousand hour stare,
Peering through blades of hair,
Giving my heart into your care,
If not but moments flouting int he air.
A blink and a flash,
And the glance is lost behind,
Turned lash,
Rushing fast,
I pass,
And amass,
The courage to come,
And answer your call,
Your advance,
Your glance.
Regret
The day that your heart stopped beating
A hole was ripped into my soul that left me raw and aching
At the exact moment you left this Earth
I was unaware of your departure
I was foolishly preoccupied with childish conquests
It breaks me that I was so oblivious to your departing
Unimaginable that I was so detached from this fact
The truth…
It has haunted me ever since that fateful day
Silently punishing myself for my detachment and foolishness
To this day there is no bigger regret that I carry with me
I was not aware
I was not there
I did not say goodbye
