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“I’m most interested in the little things that nobody observes, that nobody thinks are of any value.”
Ruth Bernhard
Some nights I wake and everything hurts a little. It is amazing how long a ruined thing will burn.
Paul Guest, from “1987”
Healing taught me that honesty wouldn't ruin a real thing. Speaking about your feelings won't lose you anything worth having. Setting boundaries won't scare off proper people. & authenticity won't cost you genuine relationships.
“…but you people do not understand me, and i am afraid you never will.”
Vincent Van Gogh
"My alone feels so good. I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude."
Warsan Shire
People don’t understand that we quiet ones are quiet because the conversation’s always playing out in our own heads.
The wheel of time
I either urge to over explain myself or be left misunderstood. There is no in-between.
I myself am made entirely of flaws,
stitched together with good intentions.
Augusten Burroughs
When God holds the paintbrush.🤌
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
Franz Kafka
Texting sucks, lets have deep conversations and roll on the grass instead.
Hands are unbearably beautiful, they hold on to things they let things go.
What should i do with these hands if they can’t hold you?
Give me your hands
My soul will sleep inside of them
Inside of them my soul will sleep for eternity
Her hand in mine and in my chest a garden.
But i still don’t know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, but i can’t contain my soul from enveloping yours!
I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.
I don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands.
This is what i like about photographs- they are proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Jodi Picoult
'nother paintin', 'nother poem. "My Steaming Lullaby" Scum rises to the swampy surface, staining the secret garden. The desperate mockingbird observes impatiently from within the muck. Father has yet to waken from his clogged hole. Free from the cries crumbling into the valley below. I dream of roses in the heavenly bardo. Thorns tenderizing my rough wooden interior. Infested with the sad death march of floating ants, yielding ten bushels of blackberries through summer's open veins. Captain's eyes spark as the bonsai are trimmed, clover cleared. Where once measely skunk cabbage grew, springs meyer lemons by the bucket full. The mockingbird reaches perfection enraptured in an amber falsetto. Turkish Sherbet pours down the sandy cliffs. #poem #poetry #poemsofinstagram #painting #abstract #contemporaryart https://www.instagram.com/p/B4-o5CXAvGj/?igshid=1xk7n4c4sk0qq
Marks to Roots
Strange feeling in the stomach,
it feels like a sword has crushed in me at my teen hood.
nobody told me things gone be change this quick,
like my body is no more mine.
just a glance and that pre teen body is at its end.
as a almost post teen kid,
i feel terrible for that twelve year old me.
staring at the mirror for the longest time,
caressing her stomach for the twelfth number of time.
the scars, the marks and the wounds,
were & are still there. at it's own place.
never ever could forgot those terrible feelings,
about how they're looking at me.
yeah, im no more like yesterday,
maybe a little less stressful than tomorrow,
but I'm here all stuck.
stuck at that strange body & fats,
that feels terrible to touch, to strange to feel, to awkward to acknowledge & to unacceptable to accept.
my body totally changed,
maybe in years those marks would turn to roots.
roots would grow its own lil plant,
hanging some memorable pathetic nightmares,
that's exciting to recall every night.
~k ♡
Monsters
They hide in my closet
They plague my night
Putting my mind through a tempest
Those demons I fight
Chthonic creatures
They plague my night
They were buried deep down
But now they stand upright
Scared I lie,
They've plagued my night
I try to sound my barbaric yawp
My voice doesn't show any might
Shut my eyes I squeeze
It's plagued my nights
It's nothing new
The new day will bring new light
Counting numbers, I lay so still
Those demons haunt my nights until
Sleep evades again and again
All efforts to bury those hatchets go in vain
~Urvashi Kumar
There's so many things I'd like to tell you. Maybe how I thought that this could finally be my 'good day'. Or how when you said that you missed me, my heart skipped a beat, because no one ever misses me. You're the first person who listened. Who understood. I loved you so much. I finally thought I could trust you. But now I'm sitting here bleeding from my chest. You left the door open when you took my heart. You never came back. I thought I could trust you, but I'm not sure anymore.
- Dreaming of Wolves//Poems
I'm scared to form friendships because I know I'm going to give it my all. I'll be loyal every single time. I'll stay up with them until 3AM if they just need to talk. I'll never abandon them. I'll comfort them and give them letters. I'll do everything. But for me? They'll be interested for a little bit. Then they'll drift away and abandon me. They won't care. They won't even think of me. This is why I don't make friendships; because I'll get hurt all over again and I need to protect myself.
- Dreaming of Wolves//Memoir
"You lead me on. Through every word, every single text, you romanticized the idea of our friendship. You slowly gained my trust even after years of me not trusting people. I even said I'd take a bullet for you. You told me you'd stay, unlike the others. You told me you'd stay. You told me you'd stay. And I believed you.
And then you left.
Breaking every word that you ever said to me."
- Dreaming of Wolves // Spilled
"I told you I loved you 500 times. I proved it too. Over and over, every little action, I made sure it counted. It took everything out of my heart. I poured it out for you, and then I waited for you to pour yours out for me.
Then you said it.
Those three words.
Right back to me.
I swear I blacked out, but I remember it crystal clear.
As time went by, I saw you with the others. How your smile was brighter, your laugh louder, you genuinely loved everyone and everything. But with me? It all toned down. I shifted you. It felt like you shut me out. But then I realized it. Whether it was you ignoring me or avoiding me, I got the message. And then I felt it. The storm. I cried for weeks. You never noticed.
I loved you.
You said you loved me.
You
Liar. "
- Dreaming of Wolves // Liar