Meeting you was not so much like getting to know you as it was like listening to a tune you don’t remember hearing before, yet you always seem to know what the next note will be.
You were a familiar melody so addictive that before I realized it you were stuck in my head and I couldn’t get you out. Every moment of you played on constant repeat and would go round in my head for hours.  Slowly you became the soundtrack to my life; every place I went, every person I spoke to, every dream I dreamed – there you were, constantly playing in the background. For whatever reason you resonated with me like no one else ever had and I listened to you intently… studied you and replayed you until I had memorized you perfectly.
Then you pressed the stop button one day and I didn’t hear anything from you for a long time…
The sudden silence was painful and lonely so I kept replaying you in my mind to keep me company… over and over until I thought I’d go insane. Eventually I tried to fade you out in the hopes that I’d forget you and I’ll admit that you are quieter now… I suppose it’s only natural that the more distance there is between us the quieter you become and the more time that goes by the more our conversations fade away like echoes.
You were like my favorite song once… but lately I’m forgetting all the words and I don’t know how to feel about it… But the one thing I do know for certain is that somehow I had known you long before I knew you… That is why you were already so familiar to me that is how I know that even if you were to fade to a mere whisper… it would only take a single moment with you for everything to come flooding back to me once again. And as much as I miss the sound of your voice…
I know that wall of silence is the only thing keeping the emotions at bay.

we are reality in high definition colour,
with hearts like time bombs and our
lungs are the only thing adaptable
about us. we dance to feel something
and drink to forget but our brains are
like the alarms that keep snoozing
because we can’t not forget
because every memory we try to erase
by drowning in alcohol, is etched in
our minds like tattoos we regret making
because we praise ourselves for being
the most intelligent species the Earth
has given birth to, but its funny how
that’s what kills us anyway.

I stood toe-to-toe with it; I stared it in the eye and it blinked first.
—  facing intimidation // abby // prompt for @paintingsunny
I’m at my best when I’m alone, in solitude and listening to the soil take in all that it can take. It’s when I’m alone that I realize how temporal even the still air can be.
—  s.f.; the sleeping princess awaken in spring; 25.03.17
Tumblr Published Poets

Hey everyone. I’d like to do something fun. I want to make a master post of all the published poets on tumblr and their respective works complete with links to their blogs and where to purchase their books as well as individual reviews for their books. I have lots of money from the sales of my own book and I’d like to reinvest that into other creators. So if you have any published works or know a tumblr poet who does, please reblog this with a link to where to find the book as well as a link to the author’s blog. Hoping to discover some great stuff!

I’m trying to get over you, I’m trying so goddamned hard. And some mornings I wake up and think, yes, maybe I finally am free. Free from my echoing thoughts of you. Free from the constant battle of loving you and losing you. But then other mornings I wake up and all I can think about is how your eyes look with sunlight in them and how your face looks just before you break into a smile.
Maybe we aren’t meant to be together, maybe not now, maybe not ever.
And I don’t wanna have a single grain of hope, because blessed are those with no expectations.
But sometimes I think against my own will that what if we break all the laws?
Maybe we’ll forget each other soon but what if we meet again someday in the future, and in one look we’ll feel the ache in our hearts of our incomplete love, and maybe then I’ll be right for you, and you’ll be right for me?
Maybe we are meant to be together, maybe not now, but maybe someday.

anonymous asked:

How would one go about starting a poetry/prose blog like this one?


Just come up with a good url, make your blog look good, and start writing. Tags are crucial – if you don’t use the right ones, no one will discover you. Here are some I use:
- excerpt from a book i’ll never write
- excerpt from a story i’ll never write
- ampoet
- amwriting
- poetryriot
- twc poetry
- writerscreed
- poetry
- poets on tumblr
- poetsofinstagram
- spilled ink
- spilled thoughts
- spilled words
- spilled writing
- spilled poem
- spilled prose
- spilled poetry
- writing
- writers
- writers on tumblr
- artists on tumblr
- prose
- quotes
- free write
- free verse
- fiction
- creative writing

Also, message poets on tumblr that you admire – it can be kind of daunting at first, but it pays off! Knowing/being friends with a lot of the poets here can really be a huge help, because they’ll include you in masterposts and in tag games.

Follow blogs that reblog poetry ( @inkstay, @poetryriot, @writerscreed, @writers-occult, @sleevesofgrass) and submit to them; maybe message them (although with big blogs that deal with a lot of poetry, don’t always expect a response). Even if they don’t answer, following them will give you an idea of what they reblog.

Hope this helps! If you need anything else, please feel free to ask.

Do you remember the time you fell down on your knees and begged the world to stop spinning? Love, it happened. You made it happen. On nights when crying was your only option, you closed your eyes and imagined your room to be filled with stars. The world stopped moving. All you could hear was your breathing. “Let the world claim you tonight,” you whispered to yourself. You found solace. You met Melancholy the first time, then and there, you knew you were alive. The moment you opened your eyes, the world was set to motion. And all you could utter were the words ‘I am alive.’

Your grandmother was right when she told you that you love too much. But look at where it got you. You have made a garden out of the barren land next door. You created a night sky filled with words of love. You have tucked the littlest hope and care in other people’s pockets. You have given away all of your flowers in bloom in hopes of erasing the pain in their eyes. You gave away all of yourself, and love, that’s okay. Go and give some more. Give and give and give until you learn how to let go.

There will be days when waking up is as hard as getting out of bed while the rain hums you to sleep. There will be a lot of meals that will go to waste and yet you will feel as heavy as the world being pulled to oblivion. It’s okay. Let yourself feel the heaviness of the loneliness. Of the world’s snarky remarks. Of the anxiety and panic attacks. Feel. Feel some more. Do not be afraid of tasting the blood. Do not run away from the depth of the ocean. Let the world swallow you whole and you will wake up, one day, with strength you never thought was possible.

Fall in love over and over and over again. May it be with the budding flower you see on the street. The stranger you met in the pedestrian lane with sad eyes. The children’s laughter. Everything. Fall in love with the littlest thing. Give your heart to that guy who told you 'Thank you for choosing me.“ Love the man who have shown you what it means to be weak, how it feels to be held in someone’s arms. Kiss him and make him remember your name in his mouth. Be honest about the things you feel because it’s not everyday you find people who see you behind your armor. Be weak. Be vulnerable. Go and fall in love some more.

You will survive. And you will continue counting the moving stars.

—  an open letter to my younger self // hbg
Everyone has that one person they can’t quite get over.
You can move forward with your life, you can find happiness elsewhere but every once in a while your mind will always linger back to this person. It just feels… unfinished… like there are things left unsaid.
But the funny thing is, even if you find this person and say all the things you want to… even if you do this time and time again, you will never get rid of that feeling. You will always feel unsettled and uneasy about the way it ended because the truth is it’s not about anything left unsaid or undone… What’s unresolved has nothing to do with words or actions – it’s your feelings. And it doesn’t matter how many times you go back to this person, weather you confront them or write them a letter or call them on the phone to say the things you feel you need to say to get closure… none of it will make a difference because deep down inside, for better or for worse… this person will always have a piece of your heart. Nothing you say or do will ever change that and it’s pointless to try so you may as well accept it.
No matter what you do… it will never be over between you.

look up to skies -
every 10,000 years they emerge
climbing, lithe, from the claw marks the devil
has strewn in air like petals on deathbeds

dragging tails like zippers to other worlds
mirrored like peacocks, razor sharp quills,
brains like snakes slinking across the land

- catching us unawares -
manic with laughter from mouths fresh from kills

always wondering why we stand by
as they coil around us, always
stand still and watch one after another
letting the great fragmented beast ingest
it all


i. holy streets where you yelled his name. streetlight pooling on the pavement like blood – his kiss pooling in your fingertips like poison. it’s three a.m. and the silence is like another world, a world where love is pain like sugar-sweet antifreeze and you even have the tenacity to wish you’d never heard his voice, never drunk his promises like holy water.

ii. here he first called your name. here his lips tasted clean, like spring, like light, like redemption. here his feet beat on the hot summertime gravel and you chased him and laughed and there was something to talk about but no words to say it with: you thought he was magic. you thought he was sanctity. you thought he was white light. but now you know God takes what you love and makes it dirty.

iii. at four a.m. you voice a prayer to the pavement. the streetlights flicker, almost like they hear you.

—  hallowed ground // abby, day 180
Sometimes I still get these urges to contact you.
It feels like pure desperation…  Like my skin is crawling and my eyes are burning and I just want you back in my life so badly….
And I don’t know why? Where these sudden urges come from?
Why do I still do this, even after all this time?!
It’s like I'm getting out, I'm almost clear…. and then suddenly I feel like I would do absolutely anything just to have you back in my life again.
Even for a single moment…. Just to see you, talk to you - ANYTHING!
It’s like I don’t WANT to be out, I still want to be in love with you because in my mind, loving you equates to happiness and I just want that back… just for one second.
But I have to remind myself it’s not healthy. 
Loving you is not like it used to be - it's not real anymore.
It’s not happy, it’s not positive…. and it’s gone and I can’t go back.
All I can do is put the phone down, blink back the tears … and keep moving forward.
—  Ranata Suzuki
Do you know what it’s like to love someone who doesn’t love you back? It’s like using up all your ink and spilling your heart to someone that can’t read. It’s wanting them to be happy even if it meant without you. It’s knowing that they might love you back someday but chances are It’s because they feel bad and only love you cos you loved them first. it’s like wearing your heart on your skin with no bones or their hands to protect it. But you don’t stop loving someone because they don’t love you back.” Her voice sounded frail.
“And i wanted loving you to be my best mistake but I can’t help but think maybe you don’t deserve love because you wouldn’t know what the hell to do with it.
—  v.m //excerpts #22

Today I’ll tell you 11 things about my lover:

i. He has broad shoulders and strong hands. He has a sharp jaw and a rough look, but: if he touches you, you will melt, and he will melt into you.

ii. He will be your hero if you want him to, and he will teach you how to be your own hero, even when you don’t want him to.

iii. Sometimes he will slip into an abyss of hopelessness, but you just have to wait for tomorrow. He’ll climb out of it stronger. And when there are days you slip into the same abyss, he’ll throw down a rope of faith and pull you right out.

iv. He will scream at you sometimes but you never have to worry because you know that every word is dripping of care and his last sentence always ends with love.

v. There will be nights he will say no to you a million times and you can beg and scream and cry but the next morning you wake up and know he was right.

vi. He will tell you he’s done and he will tell you he’s giving up but he will always, always have an inkling of hope. He will wait for you to pull him back into your bubble.

vii. In the middle of the night, when your conversations are stumbling into the middle of nowhere, he will say, “I love you,” and that will make you his; that will set you free.

viii. When you look at him, your eyes wide with love, he will turn away, but: it’s only because he’s scared of that wizardry in your irises.

ix. He will hardly ever agree with you on anything and his views will always stay at the opposite pole but he will always pull you by the hand and hold you tight till the differences close in.

x. You can wrap yourself around him, but he will be your armour. He will make you feel the safest; and you will be a soldier ready for battle, even if you are a prisoner of war.

xi. If you sprinkle him with all the love in your veins, he will see you as the definition of magic. He will blend with every colour in your mind and he will mix with every drop of your blood and he will never, ever leave.



He’s a blessing, my lover.