nobyelse 18h

As I write, I think of you as the firefly in the night
You led me to your spot, with a bunch of other lights
and I see more within you, the beauty, and how you glow through.
you lit the way, and lead me to my love for you

nobyelse Nov 14

thank you.
thank you for the feelings,
the thoughts, the laughter,
the tears of happiness,
being my reason to live.
thank you for this uplifting impulse that made me become a better version of myself, that made me embrace the contradictions within.
thank you for making me whole.
thank you for the memories.
thank you and I love you.

I hope your heart rate rised, too.

nobyelse Nov 4

and then I asked you,
"What's your biggest fear?"

you gave me a quivering sigh,
looked at me straight in the eyes
and said,

"It's that eventually, you will see me
the way I see myself."

nobyelse Oct 17

I am lost
in the labyrinth of my emotions
I am drowning
in the depths of my despair
I glanced back at you;
you looked away
I closed my eyes;
and turned away
where did I go wrong?
our fire was blown fast, extinguished
I was once not sure
but now I do know:
things that ember
do not glow forever

  Sep 16 nobyelse
E. E. Cummings

if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is

because you have loved me,
moon and sunset
stars and flowers
gold crescendo and silver muting

of seatides
i trusted not,
                    one night
when in my fingers

drooped your shining body
when my heart
sang between your perfect

darkness and beauty of stars
was on my mouth petals danced
against my eyes
and down

the singing reaches of
my soul
the green-

greeting pale-
departing irrevocable
i knew thee death.

                              and when
i have offered up each fragrant
night,when all my days
shall have before a certain

face become
          from the ashes
thou wilt rise and thou
wilt come to her and brush

the mischief from her eyes and fold
mouth the new
flower with

thy unimaginable
wings,where dwells the breath
of all persisting stars

  Sep 15 nobyelse
Bad Wolf

I would just give you all my words
if I could,
even if it meant
emptying my veins into your hands.
I could open up,
a thirsty river,
and thrash every syllable
my tongue knows
onto your chest.

Do you know
Finding water under dirt,
looking at me,
and speaking "snow."
I am not soft, nor clean,
but I am gleaming white
to you.
Speaking "pearl"
strength and beauty,
in a depth of ocean
no one else dares to look.

Divine me towards something worthy,

something worthy.

  Sep 11 nobyelse

A tough life needs a tough language — and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers — a language powerful enough
to say how it is.

It isn't a hiding place. It is a finding place.

WORDS BY Winterson Jeanette
FROM HER BOOK, "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?"
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