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Hm, eternity
Or: gods speak
A definitive factor of being human is not seeing the big picture.
It's very defining. Humans don't see the big picture. They don't see the celestial game, they don't even know their own nature. With a garden full of secrets on their own planet they haven't even stepped foot in, how could they? They know nothing of the blazing, terrifyingly holy power of a not quite ripe apple. Although they have crafted an entire worship around that particular fruit.
No, they know nothing of true eternity. Or maybe everything. If the unripe apple is holy to them too, does it matter that it's not my kind of holy? Does it matter that it's miniscule? There is no such thing as a smaller infinity, after all.
If I love you like the feeling of atoms assembling into wind gusts and solar flares, a human will love you like the feeling of that wind on their skin.
If I love you like the prayer of a million people to the greatest being they know, a god, a human will love you like the prayer of a child to the greatest being it knows, a mother.
If I love you like two black holes caught in each other's gravity, forcing each other into an unholy dance until they collide, a human loves you like watching two coins circling in a cone. Drawing spirals and spirals until they fall, with a gentle ping, into the hole in the middle.
Humans do not see the big picture.
Perhaps they are redefining holy as we speak.
Perhaps they make their own holy, and yet it is equal to mine.
muse
My muse, my light, my art knows your shades as if it were its own
I will immortalize you in my world, through and through.
With my brushstrokes as sharp as your words, with my colors as bright as your hearts core.
If you ruin me, i will let you.
you wear damaged scars on the tip of your fingertips,
My eyes only regard them for how they fabricate you glow,
Your breath a phantom of the winds soft kiss,
As you break my heart, I will beg you to do it slow.
My lovely muse with the deepest water under the shore,
I will drown, deeper and deeper with a smile till all ends,
As the life falls out of my being onto your ocean floor,
My love knew no limits, i loved as soft as cotton tends.
My ever young light, you live forever in my art
I watch gladly, as you tear me apart.
"the greatest Love poem is by Shakespeare" "the greatest Love poem is by Emily Brönte" God literally wrote the absolute most beautiful love poem right here
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away."
(1 Corinthians 13: 4-9)
“I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.”
- Lord Alfred Tennyson
The turmoil inside me has begun to settle
That should be a good thing
But now I just feel empty
As if the war inside of me has accepted its defeat
But has not lost hope
I see in your eyes your love for her
And your curiosity of me
I feel in your touch the “what if” of taking it further
The want to do it again
But now I’m wondering if I’ve become an experiment
If these feelings are worth pursuing
Or if the only time I am worthy of your affection
Is when we both have something to blame it on
- It’s not real if we aren’t sober
Eyes like islands in the ocean
The waves of your iris pulling me in
A rip current that can’t be escaped
Sailing toward the whirlpool of your pupil
Drowning in your soul
-These Windows Are Dangerous
work song by hozier / mahmoud darwish
You who never arrived
Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by Stephen Mitchell
You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start, I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me—the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and un- suspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods— all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window in a country house—, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,— you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening…
Du im Voraus
Du im Voraus
verlorne Geliebte, Nimmergekommene,
nicht weiß ich, welche Töne dir lieb sind.
Nicht mehr versuch ich, dich, wenn das Kommende wogt,
zu erkennen. Alle die großen
Bildern in mir, im Fernen erfahrene Landschaft,
Städte und Türme und Brücken und un-
vermutete Wendung der Wege
und das Gewaltige jener von Göttern
einst durchwachsenen Länder:
steigt zur Bedeutung in mir
deiner, Entgehende, an.
Ach, die Gärten bist du,
ach, ich sah sie mit solcher
Hoffnung. Ein offenes Fenster
im Landhaus—, und du tratest beinahe
mir nachdenklich heran. Gassen fand ich,—
du warst sie gerade gegangen,
und die spiegel manchmal der Läden der Händler
waren noch schwindlich von dir und gaben erschrocken
mein zu plötzliches Bild.—Wer weiß, ob derselbe
Vogel nicht hinklang durch uns
gestern, einzeln, im Abend?
Better then never knowing , but the deepest story’s are always - what if ❤️
We have lived and will live again in these moments, precious to every blink and eye that beat as one
How writers feel when they are forced to kill their favourite character so the plot can move on:
😫🤧
please stop living so far away, I wanna shop my groceries with you
need a love that turns Qais into Majnu and Laila into La ilaaha illalaah
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena // Alain de Botton, Essays in Love // Eden Robinson, "Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted" // Chloe Liese, Always Only You // Anne Carson and Euripides, An Oresteia // Two—Sleeping At Last // Studio Bones, SK8 the Infinity // Trista Mateer, "is it okay to say this?" // @moodylilac // D. H. Lawrence, "The Rainbow"
The Story...
The Story…
I knew a boy,
little scared and little weird.
he knew a girl
little sad and little scared.
they sat together, wrote together
songs of distant past.
and that’s the story of …
he loved flowers
she loved stars
he would weave her hair
while she would fight the ants.
and that’s the story of….
she would put stones in her pocket
he would put buttons on dresses
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Things That I Needed To Hear But Never Did (Part Two):
- Someone loves you, somewhere. Even if you feel like they don't. They do. They do. I promise you, they do.
- You're important to someone. You're just as important to someone as they are you. To them, you are the first choice.
- Nothing is wrong with you. There is no coding that needs to be fixed.
- You are you, and that is so great and so important, and you are unique and original. No one could ever replace you.
- Someone will fall for you as much as you fall for them. Those sappy notes and letters you write? Someone will do the same for you.
- Hugs are important. Physical affection is important. Not everything results in you getting hurt.
- Someone would die for you as much as you would them.
- You matter in someone else's world. You are apart of their story as they are yours.
- You can and will be found.
- The darkness isn't forever.
- If you disappear, someone will go on a journey to find you.
- There will be someone that will never, ever leave you despite anything you say or go through.
Things I Needed To Hear But Never Did:
- You are enough. No matter what, you are enough.
- It's okay to not be okay.
- Never stay in toxic relationships. Run away as far as you can from them.
- People break your heart. And it's okay. And it's okay to feel like you will never live again. You'll survive. I promise.
- You deserve the love you give others too.
- You deserve to be protected.
- It's okay to be vulnerable.
- Opening up to others is beneficial. Not every person will be as untrustful as the first. You can trust some.
- You deserve love. You deserve affection. You deserve a personal connection.
- Someone misses you somewhere.
- You don't have to be perfect. Perfection isn't the key to everything.
- Apologies may fix it in words, but actions are what really matter.
- Love yourself before you try and love anyone else.
- They're not staring at you. They don't hate you. Breathe. It's okay. You're okay. Everything is okay. No need to panic.
An open letter to future me:
Alright. Here we go. I'm a bit nervous to write this, because if I know myself right now, you are just waiting to read this and cringe at it. I'm sorry. I hope you aren't mad at me.
First of all, self, I know right now I have absolutely no hope and no self esteem for any bright future, but I have a feeling, a singular feeling, that you're going to go far. Maybe not me, but you. I hope you remember me, though. It's okay if you leave me behind. Change is necessary, but don't forget what was once here. Never let me fade away from your mind. Let me strengthen you. And let me remind you to heal and comfort the shattered child inside of you. She needs you. Her fight with her demons is slowly failing. She needs you to protect you. I need you to protect me. I need you to protect yourself. Draw your sword, your bow, and call upon your heart and please - come save us.
Save yourself. But save everyone else too. Save everyone you can. You might not be able to save everyone, and that's okay, but you tried. You tried. You tried so hard. I know. And it's okay. Breathe. It's okay. You tried.
Saving other people has been such a big fear and big strength of yours. I think you knew that you'd never be able to save yourself, so you tried to save everyone else, and when you couldn't, you blamed yourself. You must try to save yourself before you can try to save anyone. Trust me. You are still worth saving. You still can be saved. I promise.
This war within yourself, it has yet to be completed. There has to be a white flag somewhere, right? There has to be peace somewhere. Every war has an ending. Don't give up. The war will be over soon. I give my heart and hope to you. I give you my swords, but I hope you find a way to put your demons to rest without violence. Your demons will transform into something more beautiful. You only have to learn how to heal them too, as you are healing yourself. Your scars may stay the way they came, but they are not a reminder of your present or future. They will heal emotionally, not physically. They are your reminder that you are a warrior; a fighter. You can get through this. You got through that, this is no different. You are not your scars. You are not your past. You can do anything you dream of. Pull yourself together, kiddo. Paint a smile, a true one. You got this.
Your friends? They are your everything. But - you are my everything too. The love you show everyone else? I equally feel that for you and more. I love you. So, so much. I am so proud of you. You deserve every great thing in this world. You may be a mess, but your my mess, and I promise you, this mess is a painting. Some just need to look closer. Don't you dare care what anyone else thinks about you. You are a pretty awesome person. A pretty darn great one. You are trying to be a better person everyday, and that is what counts. You try to be better - you try to change for the better everyday. I love you for that. You may not be perfect, and that is okay. I'm not going to tell you to stop reaching for perfection, but don't be hard on yourself. You are getting better everyday. I am so proud of you. I'm proud. I'm proud. I'm proud. Screw the others who never told you that. Screw the others who never loved you. Screw them. I love you. And I frickin care about you. So much. I miss you, too. In every way.
You are worth it. You are loved. You are so much more than you think you are. You are so strong. And to those who said you could never, prove them wrong. Prove them all wrong. I promise you, you will do everything you want. You have time to become the person you want to be. You have time. Change is scary, believe me, we used to fear it, but change is so good and so necessary. Embrace it. Embrace this world everytime you get. Embrace my words. When no one else loves you, I'll be here. I'll always love you, because I know deep down, even if you hate me, I know you still love me. That's why we're alive. We're giving each other chances. That's what is important. This life is worth living. This game is worth playing. Remember me. Remember this letter. Remember my words. They will stick.
Your friends are so important to you, but I want you to know that everything you have said to them, I say back to you. Look in the mirror and smile, my friend. Please. Do it for me. Because whoever looks back at you is enough. Look down at your hands. You are enough. Through every broken crack, you are enough. Let the light overtake you. Let the happiness seep in a illuminate your whole. I give you what is mine, take my heart, my soul, carefully heal yourself with your needle. Stitch yourself back together. Unfold your wings. It's time to soar. And it's time to let go.
Take care of our friends for me, okay? Tell them I love them. And I miss them. Tell them those words everyday. Spend time with them. Forgive people who wrong you and defend what you believe is right. Regret nothing. Absolutely nothing. Live your life the way you want to, not the way they pressure you to.
I hope you've gotten out of your bad situation. I hope you don't turn back. I hope you've gotten into that one relationship you were dying for. I hope you love that person with your whole heart. I hope they are your soulmate. I hope that they give you the love that you deserve. I hope you heal everyone you come in contact with. I hope you give them everything you hav, but leave love for yourself. I hope you talk about your problems and start a much needed conversation. I hope you meet those artist and poet people that you've been dying to have conversations with. I hope you have deep conversations at midnight. I hope your friends come and visit you. I hope you can have those really cool sleepovers at your own house. I hope you get your dream house. I hope you become everything you want to be.
I hope you make so many memories that you are overfilled with joy.
I hope you give yourself everything you deserve.
To all of the heartbreaks and to all of the scars we still have. To past me, present me, and future me, and to the friends who have shaped us,
Future self, you are doing great. I love you.
- Past me
"I told you I loved you 500 times. I proved it too. Over and over, every little action, I made sure it counted. It took everything out of my heart. I poured it out for you, and then I waited for you to pour yours out for me.
Then you said it.
Those three words.
Right back to me.
I swear I blacked out, but I remember it crystal clear.
As time went by, I saw you with the others. How your smile was brighter, your laugh louder, you genuinely loved everyone and everything. But with me? It all toned down. I shifted you. It felt like you shut me out. But then I realized it. Whether it was you ignoring me or avoiding me, I got the message. And then I felt it. The storm. I cried for weeks. You never noticed.
I loved you.
You said you loved me.
You
Liar. "
- Dreaming of Wolves // Liar
"You lead me on. Through every word, every single text, you romanticized the idea of our friendship. You slowly gained my trust even after years of me not trusting people. I even said I'd take a bullet for you. You told me you'd stay, unlike the others. You told me you'd stay. You told me you'd stay. And I believed you.
And then you left.
Breaking every word that you ever said to me."
- Dreaming of Wolves // Spilled
I'm scared to form friendships because I know I'm going to give it my all. I'll be loyal every single time. I'll stay up with them until 3AM if they just need to talk. I'll never abandon them. I'll comfort them and give them letters. I'll do everything. But for me? They'll be interested for a little bit. Then they'll drift away and abandon me. They won't care. They won't even think of me. This is why I don't make friendships; because I'll get hurt all over again and I need to protect myself.
- Dreaming of Wolves//Memoir
There's so many things I'd like to tell you. Maybe how I thought that this could finally be my 'good day'. Or how when you said that you missed me, my heart skipped a beat, because no one ever misses me. You're the first person who listened. Who understood. I loved you so much. I finally thought I could trust you. But now I'm sitting here bleeding from my chest. You left the door open when you took my heart. You never came back. I thought I could trust you, but I'm not sure anymore.
- Dreaming of Wolves//Poems
“the thing about liking someone, is that anybody else can like them too.
and it kinda sucks when you know you’re only an option.”
A.M. {and even more when it's not you}
“I have fallen in love too fast for this to be anything but fate.”
A.M. {as always}
“Oh, but you don’t know. You don’t know what your ocean eyes and innocent smile could do to a girl like me; A girl who overthinks every little thing.”
A.M. {hope}
“I will never fall in love with him,” my mind vows.
And then my heart murmured, “My dear, when will you realize you already have?”
A.M. {you can’t fool your own heart}
“i'm growing real tired of pretending i'm not in love with you.”
A.M. {can you see me?}
I wrote this for my girlfriend on Valentine's Day 💌