#romanticise
eating every last bit of my guts like a snake swallowing his prey
swallowing me whole to the last fraction of my many crushed pieces
last portion of a flesh through and through rotten
I swear
by the toxins of limerence
by the rancor
that rancor
towards this world of scatterbrains
oh pull me out of this sorrowful pit
a dark place with no luminous love
buried it has the softness of a touch
the touch sin that raw manner of a sinner
the resident of this world of scatterbrains
18h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 2:38 AM UTC
People love fields,
fields of flowers.
Society say they're beautiful.
They grow in parks,
they are anywhere life lingers.
Even in the dull city, they bloom.
And everyone picks them,
"I love this flower, I'll take it home and put it in my vase!"
People pick the flowers, in an "act of love".
Then, people bring them home,
to put in their vases,
where inevitably they will wilt.
If you truly romanticise them,
you'll care for them,
you'll water them daily,
you'll make sure they're in a spot where the sun hits,
you'll make sure they thrive.
And I'll do the same,
for you.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 3:30 PM UTC
I have a tendency to romanticise,
A habit of hoping.
Jumping to conclusions in my mind,
Maybe it's a way of coping.
It's caused a few issues,
Assumptions tend to do so.
But my mind won't give up that easily,
It sure doesn’t like hearing, 'no.'
So I may as well embrace it,
After all, what's so bad about hope?
Maybe that’s what we all need,
Maybe that’s a good way to cope.
Ana
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 9:48 PM UTC
Some people
will have you believe
that damage can be beautiful,
and it's true
that you can find
the sunlight through the clouds.
But my trauma is not pretty.
It is an ugly bruise
that everyone thinks is okay
to poke at,
and watch the black and blue
attempt to change colours
when it heals.
There is no beauty
in crying alone at 3am,
spilling alcohol down your shirt
at a party you're only attending
to drown your issues in,
swallowing tiny little pills
to feel somewhat okay,
avoiding any comfort
because you feel you deserve less.
It is a lonely place to be,
stuck in a broken mind
with one-way windows.
I can romanticise my pain
as much as i want,
but it will always be
a toxic relationship
i have with myself.
And it is not beautiful.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 9:53 PM UTC
Silver skies, tranquil nights
Gently gazing down from afar
Silver rooftops, twinkling lights
Buried deep among the stars
Silver memories paint silver portraits
Hung from my interior walls
Silver melodies, not unfortunate
I hear, my name, it calls
Silver teardrops stain my cheeks
Making melancholy of innocence
Silver snowstorms, heartache's peak
An evocative and celibate synthesis
Silver dreams, silver eyes
Meet silver nights, tranquil skies
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
I tried to walk
About in the woods
And dense evergreen forests
That are filled with monsoon
Which would've hit it moments back
And before the roots could actually seep it all in
The mangroves witness the shower again.
I tried to romanticize
Scribbling about the way he'd curl up
Beside
His fingers in my hair
Each strand longing for his affection
Longing this magnetic attraction
Between my hair and his stubble face.
I tried meeting people
Having interactions in my head
Portraits of people and learning
About their cultures and
Means of existence and more.
I tried to write
I tried to write impossibly
Of the things I'd never lived
Witnessing is an act,
Living is a dream.
I tried dreaming
I tried dreaming of all that could be
Could have been;
All the intricate fallacies
The make believes.
I was trying to write impossibly
Of the things I'd never lived
And then reality struck me.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
There is nothing romantic or beautiful about smoking
Smokers out there are aware about their bodies being harmed because of cigarettes
I know people who have ruined their lives because of smoking
now could you please stop romanticising this thing because it is ******* ******* me off.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC