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5.0k · Jun 2015
A six word story
Havran Dec 2015
My darling, I will find you
underneath the burning sea.
I will know no rest
until I bring you safely home with me~
3.8k · Aug 2015
A six word story
3.7k · Jul 2015
My hands
Havran Jul 2015
are often unsteady;
you could see it when
I write,
as the words
form on formerly
blank
sheets in a jumbled mess
though not devoid of
meaning
as I found it
with my hand
kept safely in yours.
Holding hands with someone you love
can make days shine ever so brightly,
doesn't it? :)
3.5k · Jun 2015
A six word story
Havran May 2015
The dusk came;
I watched the moon glowing,
and there I have it,
a word to describe the feeling when you’re bluer than blue;
Yellow, darling,
that’s what it felt like, right?
Glowing, but empty.
It’s time to let go of those
who lift you up just to leave you emptier
than when they found you.
Remember how the sun sets to make way for the moon?
Well, this I tell you:
The moon leaves for a brighter day.
The dawn came;
I watched as the sun turned slowly
from red
to bright orange.
It’s the morning,
and
it’s
beautiful.
It’s time to rise and shine darling.
Rise above the horizon
and shine brighter.

To become your own sun,
to realize that you are the world,
and that
the people,
and the places,
and the phrases
and words
and thoughts
and ideas
that revolve
and pass around you
are
to each
their own solar systems.
It was wrong of them to tell us
that no man is an island.
Each one of us is an island,
and it is when you
peek into
The
Looking
Glass
that you realize
that some islands
have beacons
and some have
watchtowers,
yet all of them
are searching
for another light.
To shine in their way;
to lead,
or be lead
home.”

*Y.O. & D.C.
A collaboration between my dearest bestfriend and I :)
2.1k · Oct 2015
A six word story
Havran Oct 2015
"You make my life make sense."
2.0k · May 2015
Untitled
Havran May 2015
A friend told me
that when life
ever gets me down
I should just remember
That Day.
No,
I’m talking about
a completely
different
day
now.
How did that song go again?
“I will always remember;
it was late afternoon.”
Wasn’t that
how it went?
To be right there
with You
on That Day
was more than I
could have ever
asked for.”
— D.C., Here’s to what could have been #1
1.9k · Jul 2015
An eight word story
Havran Jul 2015
Poetry
is born
of dreams
and reality
coinciding.
Havran Jun 2015
and here I found myself
in complete radio silence.
You're the soft humming static,
the deafening silence
as soon as I close my car door.
There's a certain kind of peace here,
though what I have is emptiness;
what I have is nothing.
You're the cigarette in my fingers at 3 am,
if only I hadn't quit.
You're the portrait that I'd create in awe,
if only I knew how to draw.
You're every song and piece of poetry
that these hands will ever compose for months,
and even years,
and by the stars, sweetie,
do I know how to write.
1.8k · Sep 2015
A six word story
1.8k · Sep 2015
Hollow
Havran Sep 2015
"You knew of words,
but not meaning."
Havran Jun 2015
Another sun sets in the horizon,
but our day is just beginning.
We were on a road that led to nowhere.
But it didn’t matter,
because we couldn’t see the end.
And I thought to myself
that it would be alright
if we postponed all our worries for tomorrow.
Like how you went out through the window
while your parents were asleep, since we had places to be.
Along the way
you started complaining that you were hungry,
and we were running out of gas,
while the only thing I could think about
was how perfectly your hand fit in mine.

~*D.C.
1.7k · Jul 2015
It's raining waves today
Havran Jul 2015
Sweetie.
let's cover ourselves in blankets
and good stories
so
we
can
enjoy
it.
Rain is good for writers and the ones they love. :)
1.6k · Oct 2015
A six word story
Havran Oct 2015
"You made sense
when everything didn't."
1.6k · Jun 2015
My play on 'Imagery'
Havran Jun 2015
Breathe.
Breathe deep,
and in between
those breaths
bring back
banished beliefs
buried beneath
beyond
broken bonds
and
burnt bliss.

Embers.
Embers everywhere
of emotions
expecting
Elysium’s
elusive embrace.

Roses.
Roses scattering
restlessly;
rarely receiving
reprieve;
reminiscing;
ruing
reproachful ravens
resting
rigidly;
rabidly reaping,
rending
rotten remains,
resenting rainfall
refusing remorse.

Nostalgia.
Nostalgia underneath
neon nightlights;
noticing
nubs,
noises,
nuances;
neither neglecting
nameless
nonbelievers,
nor nurturing
narrow-sighted
naiveté.

Asleep.
Asleep amidst
fleeting azaleas
acknowledging
an abandon
amplifying
already
almighty
affection;
almost
altering
an­cient,
ardent,
adamant
air
as an
ageless art.

Loss.
Loss overpowering;
lost love,
lingering longing,
lasting laments.
Lachrymose lovers
left layers
of a
limited life
within
long-forgotten lore;
lest labeled
Loveless;
left
little
longer
living.

Yearning.
Yearning for
the warmth
of home.
Yesterday,
You
were
yelling
‘YES’
at the top
of your lungs,
and
it
was
enough.
Yet
Yggdrasil
yielded
yew
for years
and years;
young,
yellow yeggs
yanked asunder
Yin
from Yang
into the
ever yonder.

Night-time.
Night-time symphonies
nullify
nothingness;
nourishing
Nyx Nightmother’s
need
of newfound
night-thinkers;
napping
nonchalantly
now,
near,
and nevermore.

~
**D.C.
1.6k · Jun 2015
Untitled
Havran Jun 2015
There's something about
how this night feels,
with the gentle evening breeze
passing along its own lullaby
onto the balcony
and
into the corners of our home.

There's something about
how this night feels,
with the city slowly falling asleep around us;
the lights in every window are as stars
in the encompassing night sky.

There's something about
how this night feels,
drinking hot chocolate just the way you like it
in mugs that we picked for each other.

There's something about
how this night feels,
with the scent of your hair,
and the sound of your steady breathing as you sleep
calming my weary heart.
1.5k · Jan 2017
~
Havran Jan 2017
~
"You are always so honest with me
no matter how difficult  the truth could be,
and from this I felt that maybe you do,
that, in a way, you really did love me too."
1.5k · Sep 2015
A six word story
Havran Sep 2015
A forever kind of love exists.
1.5k · Oct 2015
Alatria
Havran Oct 2015
(noun)

The feeling of intense wonder for the Universe.
Might this become a real thing? A dictionary word? :)
1.4k · May 2015
Candid Embrace
Havran May 2015
T'was a myriad of emotions that had overcome,
Of life, love, and laughter, with happiness for some.
Years will have passed, but this love shall remain true,
Outlasting time that pales in comparison, to the bond I have with you.

Under dreamy night skies, star-crossed lovers shall wait.
Withstanding the distances, unyielding to their fate.
Hope burns anew like a living and kindred fire,
Only because of you, the one I truly desire.

I was once in pain, and had gone astray.
And then you came along, and took it all away.
During the nights that you shared with me your stories,
Oh, I miss you so, you had taken all my worries.

Remember, my love, for I wrote this because of you.
Even if we are to be apart, I will always love you.
So much so, that nothing can ever replace,
The warmth of your presence, your candid embrace.
Hi :D
1.3k · Feb 2017
Ripples & Waves
Havran Feb 2017
"Like ripples that turn into waves, people affect other people. And though not all experiences may come as easy or as light as we wanted them to be, the capacity for us to see what truly matters still exists."
1.3k · Jul 2015
A ten word story
Havran Jul 2015
Keep I love you from
ever becoming a reflex response.
It's the Monday Blues.
1.2k · Jun 2015
Lullaby for the little one
Havran Jun 2015
Sunlight, little Sunlight,
let your dreams be bright tonight.
Sunlight, charming Sunlight
I'll carry you safely all through the night~

Sunlight, baby Sunlight,
I will protect you as you sleep.
Sunlight, darling Sunlight,
This is a promise I will keep~
1.2k · Oct 2015
Late night conversations
Havran Oct 2015
"People treat you like damaged goods
or ticking time bombs,
as if you’re some oddity
they would never understand
even when they don’t know a thing about you.
You are not some machine to be fixed.
You are not a problem.
You are not a burden.
You are a person
healing from the hurt,
finding warmth
under the rain
and wonder
under the stars.
And late at night
as you share
your stories
I feel like the Earth,
listening,
and remembering,
while you are the Moon,
and you are glowing."
Havran Oct 2015
"I am not
a continuation
of my past mistakes,
nor a new chapter
in a book
of
everything that will go wrong.
I believe in the habit of
no
longer
bringing
myself
down,
so why
shouldn’t you?
1.1k · Mar 2016
Where do you want to go?
Havran Mar 2016
"I have no idea where I'm going or if I want to be where I am right now. I am restless; you know this; I have wanderlust in my lungs and poetry in my veins."
1.1k · Mar 2022
~
Havran Mar 2022
~
"There are times when I am but a nameless grave,
full of flowers that were meant for someone who wasn't me."
1.1k · Sep 2015
It will be alright
Havran Sep 2015
"We could spend so much of our time searching for all the wrong things when all we ever truly want in this life is love, and happiness, and that ineffable feeling that we belong."
1.1k · Jul 2015
A ten word story
Havran Jul 2015
You
are my morning song,
and my favorite evening lullaby.
Havran Jul 2016
"There’s something about you and this thrill of having no idea where we are or where we’re going. It’s alright, you didn’t have to say it. It’s alright, I could tell."
1.1k · Aug 2015
The sound of silence
Havran Aug 2015
"This
is a familiar scene for me;
You,
with your eyes on the road,
and myself,
watching the sights
as we pass them by.
There
are so many things
that I
want to ask of you,
so many questions
to be answered,
and yet,
there is a quiet
between us,
that which we also share;
the familiar sound
of silence;
the sound
of all the things
you didn’t say.”
1.1k · Dec 2015
Farewell
Havran Dec 2015
You didn’t tell me about farewell.
I had no idea
how much I could miss you
until missing you
was the only thing
I could do.
988 · Jun 2015
Missing Sun
Havran Jun 2015
I find solace in sunlight,
no matter how it is, Sweetie.
Get it? Solace? Sol? Sunlight?
You didn't just find the part of me
that's been lost for so long,
You.
Found.
Me.


When the others stars fell
silent
You burned ever brighter;
the glowing compass
awaiting this
day-dreamer,
night-thinker's
acceptance
of all of that Your Sun could bring.

I love it,
I love You
-there is no past tense to this-  
and You didn't steal
or maim, or desecrate
this Moon,
for whatever it gave,
it gave willingly.

Where are you though,
Dear Missing Sun
May I take you home?
985 · Jun 2015
Let's talk about dreams
Havran Jun 2015
When I was young
(or at least younger than I am today)
I had a dream that I was Spider-man.

I looked different though; a suit of mercurial qualities and blue that
-when hit by moonlight-
glowed ever white.

It was night,
yet the city was screaming,
and as I swung over a police station
I found Rhino wreaking chaos.

He saw me;
the challenge was clear.
As I landed on the pavement
he was already midcharge,
but
I
did
not
evade.

Instead,
I ran faster
than him,
and the force of the punch I threw
sent
him
flying;
I was going so fast
that every movement I made to strike
left after-images,
and Rhino just couldn't keep up.

*Poor Rhino.
902 · Jun 2015
What makes us who we are
Havran Jun 2015
A writer
is someone with an old soul,
a young heart,
and a timeless mind.

-*D.C.
895 · Aug 2015
Intertwined
Havran Aug 2015
I know that you
and I are connected,
I can feel it;
the undeniable tug
of my soul
in response
to yours.
~D.C.
Havran Jun 2015
Sometimes
you
get used
too much,
and you
confuse bloodstains
for watermarks.
It’d be easier
to pretend like
nothing’s happening,
rather than admitting
that, deep down,
You were hurting.
And you were always hurting.
One minute
everything’s going fine
and the next
you’re breaking down;
tears flowing from your eyes
uncontrollable,
unbearable,
unyielding.
You
look me straight
in the eye,
and I knew
the words
even as
they caught in your lungs,
“Am I okay?”
I shook my head
and said not a word,
as you leaned in close.
In the silence,
I wondered:
Who was consoling whom?
If I close these eyes,
it would feel like
all of those other nights,
or perhaps,
this was still the same night.
And all the heartache,
and truth,
and yearning,
were seeking moonlight
once again.

-D.C.
878 · Jun 2015
Here's to them
Havran Jun 2015
because look at them
gallivanting about
the avenues
and boulevards of your skin
as if you are not
the very accumulation of stardust
after countless supernovas
marked the end of old stars
making way for new ones,
as if your eyes
held not a single secret of the universe
even when it's so painfully obvious
with
just
one
glance
that that is not the case.

Here's to them
when they tell You
or make you feel
as if you're not worth a single coin.

*Because you're worth more
than all the treasure in the world.
872 · Sep 2015
What is hidden
Havran Sep 2015
To the common passerby
she is a beauty
with
her flowing hair
and flawless skin,
but to the one who knows her
she is fire,
she is rain;
a combination
of fury,
and melancholy
hidden behind
misty eyes
kept in plain sight.
As she takes in
the grey air
that takes her to
another space,
another time,
even her shattered dreams
come to life once more.
If only temporarily.
first of the picture series on my tumblr :)
867 · Sep 2015
Birds and Adventure
Havran Sep 2015
"When I was young, I heard somewhere that when you look up to the sky and watch birds as they fly, you undeniably wish to go on an adventure, and for years I've watched them flown, until I met you. And without warning, without a clue, adventure found me."
836 · Jun 2015
Untitled
Havran Jun 2015
It's 5:30 in the morning
and the very memory of You
lingers
as the most bittersweet of aftertastes.

I'm quivering,
and this is what it feels like
to be *brimming
with poetry;
to have only just woken up,
in restlessness,
full
of
words.

And I'm writing about You,
because I spend every sleeping hour
searching for You in That world,
and by the stars  I will find You.
I will always find you.

For when you disappeared
I lost a part of me that made me
more than whole;
You gave me happiness,
even as my vision grew bleak,
You have given me Love
in all its beauty
with each gentle caress
and long-missed embrace.

I confess;
I Love too deeply.
And You have given me
so much to cherish
that being in a world
without You in it
is unthinkable,
unbearable,
unfathomable;
Even emptier than before.

Your Love is bright as ever, even in the shadows~

You are beautiful.
And You will always be beautiful
even when your hair's white
and in a mess,
even when we're older and been through so much,
I will take one look at You
and let you know every single time
that I Love You
and that you really do mean a lot me.

My Love,
I miss you so;
I want you back in my arms.
Havran Jul 2015
Is it the falling rain
as it creates a clear sheet,
a cool blanket upon the earth?
Or is it in
the ripples
that form,
and disappear,
along the water’s surface?
Is it the taste
of burnt coal
and ashes
in
your
lungs
as you watch
the past
go up in smoke?
Could it be
along the nighttime streets
as you wander
in search for
where you belong?
Have you found it
under the light
of an
iridescent moon;
in silent reflection
as you reminisce
of Halcyon days?
Is it in
the aftertaste
of their fingers
intertwined
with yours,
or perhaps
in the whispers of
I
Love
You
residing in
the distant past.
803 · Jul 2015
Come morning light, perhaps
Havran Jul 2015
Roses askew on the floor
and scented lilac candles
flickering fleetingly into the wind
outside
these rusty windows
that creek and break
my sleep
in the middle of most every night
I turn
and I can see You
vividly
as if yesterday
You were not the silhouette
of the woman
that I have come to love.
799 · Jun 2015
Different ways
Havran Jun 2015
How are you?
Have you eaten?
I miss you!
Always remember to drink water.
G'night!
Sweet dreams!
Take care!
Sleep tight!
Don't stay up too late.
Look both ways before crossing the street.
Get a g'night's rest.
You can do it!
I believe in you!
Chase your dreams.
Breathe, breathe deep.
You can achieve anything you put your mind into!
You are beautiful.
You are amazing.
What you create is art.
I'm glad I met you.
I'm here when you need me.
I will stay.
Want do you want for breakfast?
Should I get you anything?
You can have the last slice of pizza.
Double-check for anything before you go!
Thank you!
You are worth it.
You are enough.
You are lovely.
You are Love.
Can you think of anything else to add? Share it with everyone! :)
786 · Oct 2015
Waves
Havran Oct 2015
"Like the setting sun beyond the horizon,
or the drizzle before the coming storm,
I miss you in waves;
slowly,
and then all at once."
784 · May 2016
Loss
Havran May 2016
It’s almost
a year
or so
to
the
day
when you told me
You
fell out
of our love
for no other
reason than
It just happened.
You
told me
you no longer cared,
you
told me
you didn’t want to know
another thing about me,
and what was left of us
was a shipwreck
of
a
bittersweet
memory.

It’s been almost
a year
or so
too,
from when I
told myself
that I am still
meant
for
you
for no other reason than
I just do.
I thought
I no longer cared,
I thought
I didn’t want you
and everything about you.
What was left of me
walked away
with
You.

But
We
lost
contact,
and I think you
met someone else.
I have no idea
who he is or
where he takes you or
how much
he cares about you.
I just hope what he has
is more;
more than what
I could have given you,
more than what
I could have sacrificed for you,
More than…
Just more than I do.

But I Lied,
‘cause everything
still reminds me
of you.
You are gone with the wind
but the wind
still pushes me
towards you.
And
I hope
That
He
doesn’t
exist
like the space
between
me and you.

I
met someone else, too.
She isn’t
anything like you,
but the way she cares
is
also
true.
I hope you’re happy,
‘Cause right now,
that’s also what
i’m
trying
to be.

Even if it isn’t you,
even if it isn’t me,
even if it isn’t you with me.


And if
One day
You wake up
and realize that
it is still I
that you wish for;
who holds you at night,
and gives life to the waking dream
Tell me
because
feelings
like this can ****
you.
Like what you did
to me
when you asked me
Who are you?

And I swear,
my love broke
into fragments
when I asked you,
Who are you?

But what was I to do?

But what was I to do?


~J.C & D.C.
781 · May 2015
Untitled
Havran May 2015
I may pass from this earth
some time in the far future,
and yet this would not deter me.
But deny me your smile,
and I will die
**daily
D.C., In silence
772 · Sep 2015
Everything & Nothing
Havran Sep 2015
"It meant everything to you,
and nothing to them."
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