writing poetry

You could’ve said sorry,
and I’ll forgive you—
again and again.

I could’ve listened.

And everything
still could’ve been
the same.

—  ma.c.a // Wishful Thinking
How can you forget someone you’ve loved for so long if thinking about them became a habit?
—  T.D

This is our riot act,
our manifesto,
our revolution:
because the ones
who did this know
we are talking about
their monstrous actions.
It’s time for them
to have the nightmares,
for them to suffer
for what happened,
for them to fear being
named by the same
voices they silenced.

I hope they are
forever haunted
by these two words:
“Me too”

Nikita Gill, Me Too

Take my hand, and cleanse my tainted heart with the ocean you hold in your eyes. Come and grace this old, ugly skin with your soft kisses. I am in terrible need of your love.
—  Lukas W. // Love me

i want flowers, honeyed in the melting dusk, and i want to live on a world with suns that never sleep and glimmering oceans and figs heavy on every tree, i want wings made of brazen petals. place me in the bud of a newborn star and maybe my fingers will prickle with poetry again. 

Leaves have fallen,
Shaken then planted,
A seeded atmosphere.
 
Winter creeps
From above,
Branches black,
 
Bare.
Empty.
Sticks enter skin.
—  poeticallyordinary
I’m a perfectionist and yet, nothing in me is perfect. I still think the best solution to problems is crying, I still avoid confrontation and I still write my feelings instead of talking about them but I’m getting better and if I can do it, so can you.
—  giulswrites

Embody me

In relics that soar through your mind

Embody me

In the flower petals your dreams sleep on

Embody me

In every second well spent

Because agony torments even the best of us

Relics have rust

Petals dry up

And time goes by

And trying to fly away from your problems

Won’t solve anything.

I know why losses are heavy; you lose more than a person- you lose places, books, movies, songs, friends, you lose everything they’ve touched.
—  Eliot Knight
Your true reflection lies not in mirrors.
Look within. 
Let the beauty of your heart shine through 
like the morning sun.
—  R. Jacob

You said to me “I wonder what it’s like to be beautiful”, and I told you that you’d be feeling the exact same as you are now

— You are already beautiful but you just don’t see it