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I guess I should have known . . . You're not a forever kind of story.
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #7 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )
Tell me, does it break your heart to know that if you had stayed, you wouldn't be alone now - that you'd have a woman who loves you enough not to leave you for someone else?
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #8 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )
Butterfly lie
Ride on paper wings
Gold chasing the morning
Lips tainted sweet with
The echo of your name
Ringing in desolate streets.
~
The most beautiful moments in life
Shattered as our future rides on the
Fragile wings of a butterfly.
~
Mine to hold
My hands grow cold
Watch as paper flutters
A note not mine
Sweet words of pride
In the catch they found
In a man who was not theirs to own.
~
Butterfly lie
Ride on paper wings
Gold chasing the morning
I’ll stand with tears in my eyes
And pray hope comes in the glory
A new day, a fresh start, it’s high time
That I depart from a story in which I do not play a part.
One breath...
Tears fall...
Faded memories
Stain the wall…
Goodbye…
My butterfly lie.
In Silence
May I occupy
The space
Beside you
For a while
No words
Let’s not talk
About anything
Just sit with me
In silence
Feel every breath
Perceive
The underlying connection
Time weaved
For us
Before we even walked
This galaxy
-Stormykatie
The magic began the moment you sang my favorite song.
Katie, 24:00
If your world becomes a desert of snow,
I hope my love is en0ugh to warm you
Stormykatie, April 20th
Even my demons stop to listen; savor the cadence of your voice rhyming with my heart, like I finally found the missing line of my unwritten poem.
-Unwritten poem,
Katie, 22:00
Moon illuminates
Your face in all its chaos
My heart is enthralled
Forgotten all its sorrows
I tried to think since when
Weirdness turned into a friend
Words gushed out like stream
Like they have never been
Enslaved underneath
A stone cold flesh
Suppressed shrieks
Of a heart barely beating
Time may have heard it
As we sat silently waiting
For drizzles to stop
Our worlds suddenly interlapped
Caught in a whirlpool of dreams
A quest each night star screams
I wonder how it came to be
A friendship of you and me
Bizarre as it may seem
A flower in spring it bloomed
Your smile feels like home
Eyes speak of long, lost songs
And if daylight ever crumbles
I swear to remember the bubbles
Of thoughts we shared that night
As our souls bathed in starlight!
-Starlight
(8th Avenue)
Katie, 19:11
Image: Pinterest
The wind sings my name
Though the tone is not the same
The rain hums along
An echo of our song
Begging me to come home!
(Please, come home!)
Katie, 19:00
And I believed you.
The way Samson believed Delilah.
(This truth floats over my head like Damocle's sword)
Katie, 01:00
Like the snow,
The rain,
And the shooting stars,
You will fall for me
Deeply
Irrevocably
Mark my words
-Destined to fall
(Mark my words)
-Katie, 15:30
Image: Pinterest
From the ashes
She moves
She rises
A goddess waking
Wait for it
Katie, 11: 00
There are hearts that suck at being hearts. Cold, numb, ruthless hearts, filling spaces they don’t intend to be. Causing havoc to where they land, bullets piercing flesh wherever they rain.
Yes, there are hearts like that, hiding behind ribcages, protected from the elements, pumping blood, providing oxygen to the brain so the whole system won’t fail. But what about the lives they shatter which are despairingly growing in number? Blame the victims for not mastering the game? For not learning the art of gambling? Like we all existed to just play and gamble. It’s depressing. But I watched you walked towards me with that smile too big for your face. I closed my eyes and wished I died before you took my hand so I will never come to my senses and hurt.
There are hearts that suck at being hearts. Mine is one of them. For it just can’t stop aching for your lies. And as we make love tonight, I let you possess all of me with your lips and fingers while playing a “make believe” game that I’m the one in your mind and not her. I convince myself that your heated kisses are for me, your insatiable hands reaching, seeking, yearning for satisfaction are for me. I let your wanton passion ignite the sheets, savor each move you make and pretend I didn’t hear you breathed her name over and over.
I convince myself that you’re mine and I’m yours and we’re doing this intimate dance in the name of love. But underneath my writhing flesh, there’s a heart that sucks at being heart. And as you feast over my vulnerability, my mind try to elope with beautiful fantasies to push away the truth that you’re not making love to me but to her memory.
-hearts,
bygones, ana
It’s impossible to exist in this world without losing a piece of yourself. I look at the way that my fingertips press to your cheeks like butterfly kisses and wish I was better at this. Everyday a human looses 40,000 dead skin cells, each afloat like ashes drifting off into a winter breeze. I find solace in the fact that some of this confeti of DNA has found home on your cheekbones like buried treasure. You’ve spent all day studying genetics so I wonder if you can tell me how long this will last. The helixes of our DNA intertwined across skin like satin ribbons, silky to the touch and yet so slippery.
have you ever thought, that maybe the happiest people that always cheer others up and listens to everyone’s problems are sometimes the saddest people when they’re alone and have nobody to go to.
spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression)
" saved myself for you
just to find out that you were saving yourself
for somebody else. "
- spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression )
" liking the smell of coffee and actually drinking coffee are two completely different things. "
- spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression )
You don’t want people to leave, especially if you feel you haven’t been given enough time with them. But they do leave, and their presence ages sweetly, like fine wine. But just how sweet can a frail acquaintance get, until it’s sweet enough to be poison?
-S.G
Excerpts from a story I’m working on