the good things never hit that hard
it’s a privilege, bestowed upon pain
to make us weep & bleed art.

-uv

#words
#poem #justathought

reading Dostoevsky’s letters, each phrase is poetry in itself.

#poetry #poem #dostoevsky

in a rut, again
no meaning can be found
in these vile valleys of vulnerability

-uv

#poetry #poems #justwords

too tired for words today

#ramblings
#tryingtowrite
#poetry

the more you understand it
the more illegible life becomes

perhaps, an empty mind
a careless stride
is the only way out of it alive

-uv

#poem #poetry #rambling #writing #nyresolution

for the ones who give too much & get too less.

(january is making me nostalgic for bright sunlight & blue skies.)

#poetry #poem #writing

are you tired of waiting?

#poem #poetry #writing

All I want is a cottage in the Scottish Highlands, a freshly-fallen snow, a crackling fire, a riveting mystery novel, a kettle on the stove, and a healthy supply of emotional support scones.

(2/2)

they only come alive in the tips of my fingers
find their home in the margins of a paper
or maybe, sway away in whispers to his ears

if not,
they die in soft silent sighs
alone & abundant
full to the brim, these
meaningless musings of my mind

it is not the absence of thoughts, but abundance
that mutes their meaning
& strangle their coherence

like the endless knots in two threads
the wires that entangle themselves relentlessly
into a wispy web of words & mumbles

(1/2)

-uv
#poem #poetry

a day late, yet early enough
i owe myself another attempt
to try harder than my urge to give up
to spell faster than my thoughts sprint
to press “post” more often than shying away unto myself
so maybe a year, a decade
or even an eternity later
i shall be something than a mere nothing

-uv

#poem