Dark Romantica - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.
Fyodor Doestoevsky
The feelings were inexorably pervasive; they slyly slipped through the crevices of my thoughts as a persistent conundrum.
I’d write you ninety nine reasons as to why you should leave me and in the hundredth i’d write ‘STAY’
And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid.
Franz Kafka
"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life."
Virginia Woolf
“…but you people do not understand me, and i am afraid you never will.”
Vincent Van Gogh
"My alone feels so good. I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude."
Warsan Shire
People don’t understand that we quiet ones are quiet because the conversation’s always playing out in our own heads.
The wheel of time
Ada Limón, from “Too Close”, The Hurting Kind
I either urge to over explain myself or be left misunderstood. There is no in-between.
Hands are unbearably beautiful, they hold on to things they let things go.
What should i do with these hands if they can’t hold you?
Give me your hands
My soul will sleep inside of them
Inside of them my soul will sleep for eternity
Her hand in mine and in my chest a garden.
But i still don’t know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, but i can’t contain my soul from enveloping yours!
I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.
I don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands.
Help Yourself 🚩 (my red flag men dark poetry reading)
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my poem:
Sharing my precious minutes and late hours With a man who doesn’t sleep
The boys don’t know how to keep
Men are my vice and I’m feening
I only wish he cared for me
The way I know he does the other plastic barbie
The stories secretive like his prison tattoos
I’m a comfortable civilian to his masculine mind
I thought I’ve survived my troubled youth
Discovered the trap doors and atoned with selfish sorries
Signed the peace treaties and fell to my knees, pleading as if something’s listening
Yet nothing compares to soldier stories he shares of barracks and bravery
If he’s a veteran, I’m a goodie two shoes
A rookie with a mouth like a chambered glock
Ripped up boots sustain my weak knees
Distorted memories
How can a special moment that just happened yesterday, feel a decade old?
Love bites fade slowly
With trust so will my misery
Judgement don’t faze me
Nor what God has in store for me
I live for love and love even harder
I’m a pretentious painter like an instagram model is an actress, who stars only in “adult movies”
Dirty hair with an intense stare
Do you wanna hurt me or is the fist around my throat your way of saying
“I love you too”
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my poem:
Everything’s backwards and so am I
Gentle lover, forgetful father, distant mother
I’m a girl born in the wrong body, born in the right body
I may not be wife material but I do make a delicious midnight snack
I may not be your number one but I am your type
Dark romance and sugar coated lies
I may not have found true love but I have given up
He’s just a man and I was too, til I met l him…
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my poem:
He loves you
Anyone with eyes could see
Everything I’ll never be
Soft and sweet
Dreaming about pregnancy
Opening doors before you speak
Crawling babies, you’ll never be alone
Scribbles on the walls
A secure place to sleep
A nest he built for me
Furry arms to doze the day away
All the things a girl like me could wish for
Burden to what’s in between my knees
Perfect for a hall pass or midnight vacation
A cheating scheme
Who you visit only after she goes to sleep
John pays for this to be discreet
Daddy pleads for a discount
Promising you’re all he needs
Yet if it weren’t for what’s underneath my skirt
He wouldn’t blow up my phone
Delivering roses and sweets
Requesting pictures and videos of me
I’m a vision, a muse, a watercolor painting
One tiny man could buy but never keep
Grab her by the hips
And rob her delicacy
Innocence belongs to the naive
I’m all out of trust
Love was too expensive
Only left me falling to my knees
The tears roll and frowns cement
The boys I choose promise one thing
To cherish me while leaving me bleeding
A stream on my cheek
He cradles my manicured face with an open fist
Tells me I have to beg for more
Soaks my bedsheets and breaks my bed frame
I guess I like it
My mind’s empty and legs weak
I asked for this pain
Block your number as I lock the gate
The checks cleared and lipstick smeared
If loves so cheap, why am I still here picking weeds?
