vyxii 1h
the depth of my soul can only be expressed
           among the midst of burning
                                      hearts &
                                               raining
                                             eyes.
the maze of my thoughts can only be
                                                                spoken
         through              br  o  k e n,
                                         ink-
                                              -d-i-p-p-e-d   hearts.
only when my mind is
                                                 bent &
                                          curled &
                                   swirled &
                                         l o s t
can my words begin to mean something.

only when my head is                  light &             hazy

& my perception compares to that of some
drug-
        -fueled
                 frenzy,
can my words be
                                                  beautiful.

but i am happy,
                                 for the most part.

& so my words fall
                                                  off
                                                                                      the                    pag-

                                                                                                            -es.


& they mean nothing.
just some
simple
empty
ramblings.

of a newly
normal
girl.
my words are measured:
two cups of cold with a hint of
warmth
to make it convincing.
I’m genuine(ly measuring out each word that I seem to be spitting out so effortlessly)
and sometimes i tire,
of doing all the writing —
they say that if you cannot be the poet,
you must be the poem;

perhaps one day you'll write about me, too.

l.a.c
david carradine — "if you can't be the poet, be the poem."
Rory 10h
what's the word for finding something
you never even knew you were missing
for meeting someone you have always known
is there a word for the feeling I get when you touch me
where nostalgia, goosebumps, and home collide

you are grey as cumulus nimbus
your rain brings out every color of my rainbow
we will dance under darkened skies
kiss on moonlit lakes and love loudly through looks of lust
slow play, silent smirks, poetry

you are an expert at words
your tongue is gold
soft and smooth
your words touch my veins
so tell me, love, what is the word
for the feeling of infinity
that I see when I look at you?
Give                                              
life  and                                              
truth to words                                              
Let   your    poems                                                
roam                                              
♡                                          
f                                  
r                        
e                        
e                                
l                                
y                        


              I
               write  these
                 poems          to    
                    to    touch   the  hearts    
            of
             ♡
         m
  a
       n
y

In                      
my mind                    
poems      are                  
        true   emblems   of                            
  a                    
♡              
s    
o      
u            
l  


                                              These
                                               Lanterns
                                                 are  meant  to
                                                  be    my   way    to
                                                give
                                                 ♡
                                           m
                                y
                                        ♡            
                                               t                  
                                          h
                                                    a
                                                         n
                                                     k
                                             s
                                      ♡


These                                
Lanterns                              
are  meant  to                              
be    my   way   to                            
share                              
♡                            
m                        
y                
  ♡          
   d    
  r        
e              
a                  
m          
s
        ♡

                                                      These
                                                   Lanterns
                                                    are meant to
                                                     be  my  way  to
                                                     share
                                                      ♡
                                                         m
                                                              y
                                                                    ♡
                                                                       p
                                                                       a
                                                                      i
                                                                  n

These              
Lanterns              
are  meant to            
be   my  way   to              
share              
♡              
m          
  y    
   ♡
    s    
    i      
  g          
h          
t  

                                                  These
                                                Lanterns
                                                are meant to
                                                 be   my way   to
                                                   share
                                                   ♡
                                                 m
                                                      y
                                                             ♡
                                                                    p
                                                                        l
                                                                     e
                                                           a
                                                    s

But                                  
most of                                
all, Lanterns                                
will always share                              
my                              
♡                          
i                          
n                                
n                                  
e                            
r                    
♡              
l            
  i                  
   g                          
h                                  
t                                

Words have so much power that they can change your and others loves for the better. Short Lanterns, I know, but man, they're really addictive! ^-^
Thanks everyone!
Be back soon!
Lyn xxx
Daisy 11h
I love you so much and it's creepy,

I told you that i am freaky.


i love you in my most gruesome way,

I have created a game for us which is known as love or die.

My dearest darling get ready to play,

And don't ask me ludicrous questions like 'what' or 'why'.


I love you so much and it's creepy ,

I told you that i am freaky.


I want to hold your hands forever,

I feel to cut your hands and keep it with me.

So that we both don't get apart no never,

All I need is thee.


I love you so much and it's creepy,

I told you that i am freaky.


I want to see you all day and all night,

But when i see you with someone else,

My heart which is like an anthracite,

it burns and it melts.


I love you so much and it's creepy,

I told you that i am freaky.
Jme Love 12h
Saturday night nothing going on.
Broke two pipes.Hotrail here i come.
Room full of people nothing to say.
The Weeknd breaks the silence.
It my only saving grace.
Everyone's lost in their own little world.Just looking for ways to escape the demons at their door.Its not that hard to do especially when a new pipe full of shit gets handed to you.Pop a few more pills.Take another shot of shine.It realy is a cocktail that heals.Time to get out of your head.Time to leave those demons behind.Saturday night nothing going on.Just sitting in this room full of people getting lost in the words of this song.
my mind my reality my demons my escape my life.
I wish I could say something beautiful.
But all of the words I dance with keep stepping on my toes,
like the boy I danced with in 8th grade that told me
he was surprised by how graceful I was for my size.

I've always carried other people's grief and anger around in my extra pounds,
storing their feelings like I was preparing for winter
and I've never been graceful about it.

I fall and I stumble and I slip but at least I didn't step on Brandon's feet when I was so nervous about my first kiss following the Sadie Hawkins dance.

I wish I could say something beautiful,
but all of the metaphors I try to grow never bloom.
Because I overwater them the way I overwater all of the loved ones in my garden and all of the wildflowers in my lungs.

I've been told my thumb is black, and not green, because I never know when to stop piling fertilizer upon seeds that will never sprout,
and when to stop piling unreciprocated love upon the people that I care about.

I wish I could say something beautiful.
But my voice is always silent like lightning or booming like thunder
and I've never learned how to make it fill a room like the sound of rain,
without being a natural disaster.

I wish I could say something beautiful.
But I still have a hard time looking into a mirror without picking myself apart,
like diagramming myself for autopsy before I've ever even pulled the trigger.

How could I ever produce something beautiful, when I can't understand the work of art that I am?

How could I say something beautiful, when I stand in my hallowed exhibition hall and refuse to paint my walls because I'm so afraid of making mistakes?

How could I say something beautiful, when I'm afraid to frame my best qualities because what if other people think that they're overrated? Overrated like seeing the Mona Lisa in person and still not understanding what the fuck she's smiling about.

How could I say something beautiful when I've never been able to appreciate the different hues and shadows and brush strokes that fill my skin and my mind and my mouth?
I've never been able to appraise and value myself because I'm afraid I'll never sell and never find a home.

How could I say or create or become something beautiful when I'm so preoccupied with imitating others' paintings instead of allowing myself to be my own masterpiece?

I wish I could say something beautiful, but maybe the most beautiful thing I could say in this moment is that beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

and kid you gotta be beholden to yourself instead of those critics in your art gallery.
liv 1d
i always have so many thoughts, yet i can never find the right words to say
i think too much.
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