I have turned to dust…

matrose:

imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy

heartweary-writing:

I breathe deep:

You are somehow with me,

Though you never will be.

That is how the moon sighs,

As she tries

To pull in the sea.

J. K. L

(via writerscreed)

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corvianbard:

Come and dance
Like a flight of nightingale.
Take every chance
To move with a gale.
I know not about romance,
But yours will be a good tale.

mysecrethobbithole:

studio ghibli • rain

(via adriftinsoho)

meanwhilepoetry:

I hope you look back at past versions of yourself with kindness rather than despair.

Never belittle your poetry once it’s re-read by you years after it’s been written.

You might have forgotten what it felt like, but poetry is just that; a preservation of an undying love, a bittersweet ending or a stab-in-the-back type of hate. Poetry is an eternal keep of the promises, laughs, cries and tears of what we felt back then.

Always cherish it.

— S.Aj

michaelbogild:

Go ahead

Try to forget me

The human heart refuses To believe in a universe without a purpose.

philosophyquotes:

Immanuel Kant

The morning sun beams give me hope

And as the sun sets,

I wait for a better tomorrow

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— SunLight

My head is filled with dried leaves and sunflower petals

fakesurprise:

the haze remained grey
a sun occluded in the sky
flowers bloomed in darkness
waiting for the moment
when they would be seen

(via twcpoetry)