Silence's POV ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I might be the only one ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀who wants to hug the ending ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and fade into nothingness, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to be filled with infinite, unuttered words ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀that are supposed to be ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀already dancing on the lips ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of the people who hold on to me dearly, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀savouring the interva...

Faded colors give us The power to see reality. They always tell us, "Now I am old, It's time to exchange me." But they forget that They have great value even now. Faded memories Give us a touch of closeness. Faded hair color Says that now it's time to Take some rest for yourself. Faded leaves say Th...

I’m awake in a messed up century Choking on things I don’t wanna be Strung out and addicted to amphetamines That’s just the price I pay I take a good thing and I mess it all up I’m convinced love adds up to nothing much Breaking the wall where all my hopes are hung That’s just the price I pay Rai...

1. Break your halo. Snap it with your bare hands. Let the shards get in between your fingers, sharp and piercing. Use it as a knife to defend yourself, as nobody else will save you. And definitely not from yourself. Let the blood fall onto a sigil that you vowed to protect you from those who ha...

#obitpoetry i. Childhood ──died on a random afternoon wearing a daisy adorned dress. I had outgrown it, unfortunately. I watched the yellow ribbons on my braids finally coiling around my feet when my parents said i couldn't play outside anymore. I wonder if my gr...

sorry i haven't been posting, i've been going THRU it here's a more lengthy poem i wrote just last night, 11:44 it's in screenshots cos i wanted to perserve the formatting, sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i took the cover image during my prom day date

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ my pulse is discovering a paradox, my intricate design i’m good at this little thing called rhythm declarations are yet unbothered should we stop? should i try to leave a nice way of thinking? ‎ but anyhow, ‎ i’ll gather occasions noble sentiments of affirmations and r...

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You appeared just as I feared you would: Offering your charm just like burnt Oud. Under your eyes I question if I should. Night arrives, your image is firewood. Gallantry dies in your slender fingers, While that sleek smooth stomach sways and lingers. I saw then a friend show...