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Poetry is like a breadcrumbs-way to find my way back home. - Darby Hudson

Loving him feels like mourning over someone whose alive. If he told me where he buried that boy, I'd spend the rest of my life digging him up.

“i have so much love for her. and she doesn’t want it. and i can’t have it because it’s not mine, and I can’t give it to anyone or anything else because it’s not theirs. it’s hers, all hers and there’s no where else to put it. it’s so fucking heavy, and i have nowhere to put it.”

– allsska via x

— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

— Arthur Miller, The Crucible

You entered,

the room lit up.

Our eyes found each others'-

mine in a search.

A soft touch of hands,

imprinted in my mind.

That rose in your hand;

my heart stopped.

A few words exchanged,

it shattered,

because she,

she's everywhere,

a part of you.

If I hold your hand,

I know,

that now I'll feel her too.

I don't think y'all understand how gut-wrenchingly beautiful Urdu poetry is, like Ahmed faraz literally said:

رنجش ہی سہی دل ہی دکھانے کے لئے آ

آ پھر سے مجھے چھوڑ کے جانے کے لئے آ Let it be anguish, even to torture my heart, come Come even if only to abandon me to torment again.

Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhane ke liye aa

Aa phir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa.

I remember

when it shatters

it feels like they never even cared

it was a white lie

presented with smiles.

It pains,

physically,

deep in your heart.

But perhaps it's nature,

we love,

sometimes we break

and we love again.

...

No, it wasn't love. They left pain in your heart, despite knowing your tender heart wouldn't ever heal from it.

Sarthak

Gonna reconnect with nature and become a cat mom because what was that.

I don't believe in palm reading or stuff like that but when Falak Shabir said

"Tu haatho mein toh hain mere, Hai kyun nahi lakeeron mein"

Really love this

World so Small

...

When your world is small

You can have a big mind.

Allow everything to fit

In your pockets—

Making room for adoration

Of your world so small.

...

Andi Leigh 09/22/2024

Much needed today

I read a poem today

I read a poem today, just to enjoy it, to feel it, after all it has been while, since I had let myself go, to just do what I like.

I came across really nice poem, written by some poet, where they spoke about beauty of life, about how not everything is perfect, and not everything is fine.

poem was not rhymed, in any way, it was just sentences and words, yet put together in a beautiful way, as I marveled and wondered at the beauty of that piece, and I realized, it was the truth of my life, and I been forcing mine to look, too perfect, too right.

poetry and poem are supposed to be what we feel, but I had been trying to fit my words into a frame, just like I had done to myself once, to make people like me, that’s why they didn’t turned out pretty, my poems, they felt like forced, like they don’t belong here, realization was cold, but now I know, my art, its supposed to be free.

©Mira Kairos

i hope you allow yourself more beginnings

instead of remaining in a memory. 

~K.T.

Will we ever get to love each other like we've always wanted to?

and when I looked at you,

I did not see the person I love

Someday.

Tumblr is my favourite place

stranded and blissfully free

leave me with the trees 

and the sand that has 

washed ashore many times

before. i will be happy here.

i promise. 

~K.T.

what then, when you become only a memory?

when i visit you in my dreams and you still feel so far away

each time the chapter ends at the same page

you never wanted to know me even when you’re alive

i dreamt of you again but i never felt more estranged

we are only made from the same story, the same vein

you are further than i could ever imagine

one thousand seas separating us

and there is no plane, nor any ship

that could carry us home

Relatable...

Ever feel like you want to escape something, but your body’s too used to it to let go?

and now you're just someone else i talk to

called out

To all the women reading this, please listen carefully.

I know we all crave love, care, and a healthy relationship. It’s normal. It’s human. We all want to feel valued and appreciated. But I’ve seen far too many women sticking by toxic men, clinging to the memory of a time when things were better—when he made you feel special, when he showed you tenderness, when he fed you with his own hands.

But, that person is now the reason you feel broken. He’s the one pulling you into a downward spiral of depression, anxiety, and maybe even worse. He won’t change. And it’s not your responsibility to try and fix him.

I’m begging you—stop going back to toxic men. Prioritize yourself, your mental and emotional health, your future, and the people who truly care about you—your parents, your friends, your career.

Please, recognize your worth. You deserve so much more.