misplaced.
Loving the entire humanity tasted as sweet
as juicy red apples,
so alluring to heal, heal, heal until I lose my flesh and blood.
The funny thing in my #spiritual avoidance
was the excuse to tie shrouds in places
I imagined my wings to attach
#vss365
misplaced.
Loving the entire humanity tasted as sweet
as juicy red apples,
so alluring to heal, heal, heal until I lose my flesh and blood.
The funny thing in my #spiritual avoidance
was the excuse to tie shrouds in places
I imagined my wings to attach
#vss365
By a #wisteria in bloom
A sigh of lilac falling away from the sun
While others climb towards it
But there is beauty in the melancholy
The wistful even
A resilience to standing bare
In winter's grip
Impervious to impatience
Content she will blossom
When she is ready #vss365
I'm looking for the remnants of your pain —
spiky pearls made of black #onyx,
some rough smoke to inhale just so I could die
someday,
(not today)
'cause I need the vantablack of pain,
the one you left behind.
If I go to you,
I won't be satisfied.
Let me live.
#vss365
no threat, arms down,
I would stare into your eyes
and look for the tiniest #scintilla
of humanity
in your thousand-yard-stare.
No soldier will stand behind you
when your regime collapses
in its own impossibility.
You will be punished
by gods.
#vss365
no threat, arms down,
I would stare into your eyes
and look for the tiniest #scintilla
of humanity
in your thousand-yard-stare.
No soldier will stand behind you
when your regime collapses
in its own impossibility.
You will be punished
by gods.
#vss365
I would give you a reflection of me,
the past remnants
you want to keep.
Put me in #brine,
for your own peace.
I'm stagnant, unmoving,
evergreen.
When I break my limitations,
I can't predict
the supernova.
You might lose your daughter
to the horrors of happiness.
#vss365 #poetry
Derek Walcott
Derek Walcott
#poetry
#poetry
to hopelessness,
I hide
in a machine
built from purple prose
and internal screams.
Depression is
a waking #nightmare
and the molecules around
are porcelain, breaking
in my flu-like consciousness.
I kiss the void
and I swear
it tastes like urine.
#poetry
#vss365
to hopelessness,
I hide
in a machine
built from purple prose
and internal screams.
Depression is
a waking #nightmare
and the molecules around
are porcelain, breaking
in my flu-like consciousness.
I kiss the void
and I swear
it tastes like urine.
#poetry
#vss365
such warm, glowy eyes
bearing the aching hearts
of mothers
daughters
drowned in resentment
rest well, lives unlived
a strikingly pale #nightmare
bliding the eyes of those
who wish to tear apart
our fangs —
our softest weapon in our fierce rebellion
#vss365
such warm, glowy eyes
bearing the aching hearts
of mothers
daughters
drowned in resentment
rest well, lives unlived
a strikingly pale #nightmare
bliding the eyes of those
who wish to tear apart
our fangs —
our softest weapon in our fierce rebellion
#vss365
Lukusuositus⬇️
”Myönnän että olen ennen ajatellut hyvin oikeistolaisesti. Jokainen on oman onnensa seppä. Ihmiset ovat kotona laiskuuttaan. Oma tilanteeni ja työttömyyteni on tuonut asian omaankin elämään.
Politiikka jota Suomessa harrastetaan on epäreilua ja julmaa.”
Lukusuositus⬇️
”Myönnän että olen ennen ajatellut hyvin oikeistolaisesti. Jokainen on oman onnensa seppä. Ihmiset ovat kotona laiskuuttaan. Oma tilanteeni ja työttömyyteni on tuonut asian omaankin elämään.
Politiikka jota Suomessa harrastetaan on epäreilua ja julmaa.”
blanketing familiar paths in thorny brambles and dark leaves
stranding me sleeping
at the center of a new and mystifying maze
so that when i wake
i must learn to navigate myself from scratch
a stranger lost in the labyrinth of my own mind
blanketing familiar paths in thorny brambles and dark leaves
stranding me sleeping
at the center of a new and mystifying maze
so that when i wake
i must learn to navigate myself from scratch
a stranger lost in the labyrinth of my own mind
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#아스트로 #ASTRO #아로하 #AROHA
#Circles #Twilight