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as I gaze upon the early morning mist

I’m wondering whose lips last night you kissed

and as dawn breaks into yet another day

I’m wondering how long with me you will stay

“please”

please don’t tell me you love me when even before those words slip over your lips your eyes expose your lies

please don’t tell me you love me in words so bold while your hands once warm to touch are now just stone cold

please don’t tell me you love me with words to be heard when the things you despise escape in your sighs

please don’t tell me you love me declaring undying affection when the truth is betrayed by your every single action

please don’t tell me you love me when it’s plain to see that yes you need me but that’s just not the same believe me

A Poet's Curse

And poets write Of love and Lust Of how their treatment Is unjust Poets write of Hurt & pain Such things Inspire again And again But how can You verse The curse Of life mundane Each day the same Write about Blissful normality No lifetime calamity But If we need To be hurt To feel Is that real I know Poets bleed And need To hurt So that they can Ink in verse Their life’s curse But it’s hard to Comprehend This goes Until the end So that on their tomb Is carved in stone Here lies A poet Who lived alone Cursed by The need to verse All life’s wrongs Instead of singing Misfortune’s song Missed opportunities Long since Gone By focusing on Each woeful stanza Missed out on life’s Wondrous bonanza

Can’t wait to see my Hubbie live 😍😍

Mila Kunis

KJ Apa photographed by Bartek Szmigulski for Rollacoaster Magazine Autumn 2019

🎀🧸

“How to fall in love

When someone shows you their soul, show yours in return.

Because this is how lovers meet;

An act of courage

And an act of surrender.”

MeOwW

This is Blizzard... fear his mighty roar

Love this

I went through people like I went through books. Compulsively. Consistently. One after the other. Falling in love. Shedding tears. Obsessing. Hating. Cursing. I was amused. Curious. Excited. Interested. Happy. Heartbroken. In pain. Some people like books were triology, a series, in terms of the phases of my life and our interactions. Some just stand alone books. Some got stained with my coffee. The others got away like the books you lend to friends and never get back. Most are sitting right here, on my bookshelf, most dusty yet precious. I don't read them again, but often think fondly of them. Like 442 pages, some stay in my life for 442 days. But the point is. I go through people the way I go through books. But people aren't books. I can't devour them. I can't annotate them. I can't derive my own meaning out of them. They are living, breathing souls. Deriving their own meaning out of my existence and our interactions. But that's not even the troubling part. The troubling part comes here: like books, I can't finish reading people. I can't be done with them. But I still need the next one, the new one. The one from another genre. The one I chance upon in a foreign country's independent bookstore cafe. I guess I've realized this. I've admitted it. This is my dark side. I go through people like I go through books. I used to think it's people who always leave. And I guess I was right. People do always leave. But I'm the people. I'm the one who leaves. Not literally. Not explicitly. Not painfully. But gradually, silently, in care and love. And that's more horrible, isn't it? Isn't it.

i’ve been swallowing cigarettes with coffee for breakfast and i can’t remember the last time someone told me they loved me. i went from humming in the shower to crouching on the tiled floor heaving my lungs out not knowing where my tears began and the water ended. i always say goodbye to my loved ones as if that’s the last time i’m gonna see them because i forget to look either ways before crossing the road nowadays and find myself almost wishing to never make it to my destination while i’m inside a car or a plane. i read somewhere that “you never know when the bus is coming” so i think since then a part of me has been living in a way as if i’m always expecting for the bus to hit some days it’s ‘i better do everything that makes me happy and tell everyone i love them before it hits me’ but more often than not it’s ‘why hasn’t it hit me yet.’

“When you dance to your own rhythm, people may not understand you; they may even hate you. But mostly they’ll wish they had the courage to do the same.”

— Sue Fitzmaurice 

Embrace me in arms of love.

Dance across my heart to the beat of romance.

Engulfed by the happiness you rain over me;

I’m falling into oceans of affection.

Devotion is the path I’ll walk for you.

Miles paved with attraction.

Yearnings of our bodies sensually entwined;

making love to my mind, body, and soul.

Enhancer of my desire to love.

Hypnotize me into a trance of heated passion.

R.A.

Your poetry is gorgeous

your heart isn’t purple but it’s certainly not yet black perhaps it’s shades of blue for a love that’s not coming back

life stresses mean it’s certainly not mellow and your courage keeps it from turning ribbon yellow

your heart’s certainly not it’s natural rose red but whatever hue it beats shows your heart isn’t yet dead

Wise words

This or That

This or That

I’ve been tagged by @converginglives.  Thanks for the tag :-).

Rules: bold your answers, neither and both are also acceptable. Don’t stress yourself out. Just bold what you like. Then tag 10 people

I’m doing this as myself, not one of my characters.

coffee or tea

early bird or night owl

chocolate or vanilla

spring or fall

silver or gold

pop or alternative

freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks

mountain or fields

thunderstorms or lighting

Egyptian or Greek mythology

ivory or scarlet

flute or lyre

eyes or lips

witch or fairy

opal or diamond

butterflies or honeybees

macarons or éclairs

typewritten or handwritten letters

secret garden or secret library

rooftop or balcony [neither, I’m not good with heights]

spicy or mild 

opera or ballet

London or Paris

Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet

denim or leather

potions or spells

ocean or desert

mermaid or siren

masquerade ball or cocktail party

10 writer peeps, if you’d like to do this: @authordai, @desperatlytryingtowriteabook, @endlesshourglass, @firewritten, @focusdumbass, @libralibro, @maigoth, @merigreenleaf, @reeseweston, @siarven.

Halloween Prompts

• Person A and B accidentally show up in matching Halloween costumes and everyone mistaking them as a couple.

• Person A thinking that Person B is staring at them because B is just someone creepy but when B tells them that they actually recognize that A dressed up as an obscure character and they get really excited to talk about their obscure show/movie/book together.

• Person A asking Person B out on Halloween using the line “Will you be my boo?” And after Person B is done rolling their eyes at the pun they say yes.

• Person A is trying to really pull off their Halloween costume so they don’t wear their glasses but they have Person B guide them around to keep A from tripping over things.

• Person A getting super freaked out by Person B’s creepy costume but when B takes off their mask A realizes that they’re absolutely gorgeous.

● Happy Halloween! » The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993) ─ “I am the shadow on the moon at night / Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.”

Yee

and dare I say it,

Haw

There is meaning to every journey unknown to the traveller 

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