Poetscommunity - Tumblr Posts

It's how you still pursue me even after having me already. I find peace in you. You've made me understand that distance means nothing when two hearts are willing to make it work. You changed my perception of love. Your voice takes bad energy away. I love how you assure me of how much you love me and want to be with me when you know that I'm an overthinker. Even on a busy day you'll call me & text me too. You do your best to make sure I'm good. As they say, "the ocean never runs dry" so is our love. You're what I need in my life and I ain't letting you go. I love every single bit of you, I'll love you at your best & worst moments too. My love for you has no principles. Te Amor ❤️

-essence.of.a.poetic.lordette

https://www.instagram.com/iamcoffeeandaesthetics

Staring at the painting,

and being stared by my reflection on it,

as we both shift on our legs, musing.

I wonder if my reflection is jealous of me being in the real world,

Or I am jealous of her being in the not-so-real world.

I wish for the barrier of canvas between us to disappear so we can talk about this matter at hand.

I pressed my nose against the cold glass pane and looked outside at the falling rain. Does nature finds me as beautiful as I find nature? Or it is a one sided unrequited love where no matter how much I burn, I ain't lighting up anyone's day. The disappointing emptiness of my heart or the fulfilling accomplishment of the rare feeling. What should I ponder upon?

Would you ever understand?

The words between these lines,

in the white space?

The ones i didn't write in the Roman script.

Or ones I pursed in, tight-lipped.

What would it take you to be?

a literature genius, a psychology master,

a poetry lover?

I guess not..

All it will take is a little peep,

in the depth of my heart,

to draw my curtains, a little apart,

to find if it's a lengthy scientific mystery,

or carelessly carved work of art.

May I write you then?

on this miserable paper,

and give all of me into my first attempt,

to make you eternal?

They say

this is what poets do.

Give life to the dead.

Not in a way that they start breathing again,

But in a way that the world starts breathing them.

I've asked my guardian angel

to free me of all ties

And show me that side of the world

where heartless humans reside.

So I could be one of them

and be a loner soul

And play this game of earth

of treachery, cheat and foul.

He asked me, if I was

already tired of it all

Who knows if I still hadn't

experienced my worst fall.

Who knows if life has in store

For me, a deeper abyss

I have a long life ahead

so much more to live, than this.

I cried all tattered and broken

Can't do this anymore!

Have myself served on a table

And allow all devils to devour.

He laughed out loud at my misery

Said i can't give up now

With my foremost breath intake

I'd survive- was the very first vow.

He suggested I slam my heart

onto the people, places and things

And let it wound a magic carpet

from all those attached strings.

If I'd save myself too much

I won't have much to live

Life ain't a book of receipts

It's how much you've got to give.

-Vanshika Singh, Slam my heart.

This all had been so different if people were known, liked and loved not for what they could do but for what they were in person. I have felt this concept burrowing me from inside, like a mid life crisis or an existential dilemma. It takes a lot to decide in the moment, to be a person for people or a person for myself. And to my extreme displeasure, when the moment comes, I forget about this very question and be the resourceful little traitor who betrays her own conscience. Although, at the end of it all, I start believing there are more like me- contemplating hard but giving up even before the question of selfishness arises, not even consciously. That's the only hope I have in humans now.

- Vanshika

It is going to be an uncertain summer. The constant heat that seems calm and firm in its place. But I have this storm running inside. No matter how much I convince myself there is a world after this summer, I know I'll win big or I'll loose big this time. It hurts to not be in control. And it hurts even more to pretend like I am in it.

-VS

My brain says academics but my heart says a Renaissance era poet in Florence, struggling to make ends meet with bestie Michelangelo cuz wages are falling.

🧡🍊✨🌙

Let’s just sit here (stay) for a while, my beloved.

The air smells like tangerine when we’re together.

Let this deafening silence engulf us, the paper in your left hand is still burning, but the air smells like tangerine.

You once said you don’t like to go back home early, “it’s made up of dead bones” you said.

So let’s sit here for a while,

till the tangerineness in the air fades away and it smells like yet another day.

~ Vai 🌙

We define love in our own silly ways but the truth is nobody’s ever got it right, even Joel & Clementine were no exception. Their story was all trigger warnings and crashes, it was messy but also a reminder of how stupid we act in love. I can’t help but think about the second chance they got? Didn’t they realise how brutally it ended the first time?

Well, I guess, the sad truth is you can’t unlove the people you love, it’s not entirely possible to just erase them, you can stop seeing them physically but they always reside in you, they build a home inside you and I think that pretty much explains why they gave it another shot.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

“She’s like if the moon had wished to become a human”

I think I will pass away now

Fall of an Empire

Worthless

you should really get help if you are reading this

Am I not Human?

To The Moon

What have you looked at, Moon,

In your time,

Now long past your prime?’

‘O, I have looked at, often looked at

Sweet, sublime,

Sore things, shudderful, night and noon

In my time.’

‘What have you mused on, Moon,

In your day,

So aloof, so far away?’

‘O, I have mused on, often mused on

Growth, decay,

Nations alive, dead, mad, aswoon,

In my day!’

‘Have you much wondered, Moon,

On your rounds,

Self-wrapt, beyond Earth’s bounds?’

‘Yea, I have wondered, often wondered

At the sounds

Reaching me of the human tune

On my rounds.’

‘What do you think of it, Moon,

As you go?

Is Life much, or no?’

‘O, I think of it, often think of it

As a show

God ought surely to shut up soon,

As I go.’

for once in my life, the past is past.

no photo of me before you holds the weight it used to.

no single day was ever as bright as mine are now.

now.

now, i am looking forward.

you have plucked me up, brushed me off, patted my head, and turned me around.

i am facing away from the past, looking the same direction as you. forward.

just like that, you have slipped out of my grasp.

i hold yet a fragment of you.

i must hold it firmly, for it cannot leave, yet i cannot hold it too tight, for i wish not to crush it,

i wish not to crush you.

yet you are still crumbling in my fingertips and soon there will be nothing i can do.

you have already decided to slip through by the cracks of my palms. i was never good enough to keep hold of you.

i’ll cherish everything we didn’t get to do.

all the dates we never went on,

the cape trip we never took.

the way we never got to dance and the way we never got raising canes.

silly, don’t you think?

no, not the raising canes.

loving every minute of what we never got done.

that crinkly, dried up bouquet fell in my sleep,

and i didn’t even wake up.

i’ve been sleepwalking long enough, just tell me.

or do i come to you in omens, too?