Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
We fulfill our destiny in this life as the events dictate. We wake up and go to sleep every day. We sit by the fire in the winter holding deep conversations with those we love and cherish. We consume the prepared food at the table in the corner. We cook,clean and even breathe under the watchful eyes of the home.
Under the roof and cuddled in the arms of the walls around us. The home, the house, the place we go when we need the gift of love.
Sticks and stones with flesh and bones... Home... dennis
I probably love Emily D too much but I've #noregrets #poem #poetry #poemsofig #poet #poetryisnotdead #emilydickinson #classic #literature #americanpoet #selflove #hope #dream #beautiful #wordporn #joy
When you are old by W.B Yeats. Too much feels but it's just beautiful. #poem #poetry #poemsofig #poet #poetryisnotdead #wbyeats #classic #literature #melancholy #beautiful #wordporn #nostalgic
"i’d memorize you in ways you forgot you existed" by Astrum
i wouldn’t ask for permission to admire you — i’d just do it. quietly. thoroughly. like i was built to notice you and no one else.
i’d memorize the way your breath hitches when you’re almost smiling, the exact second your eyes soften when you let your guard down, and the curve of your lips when you almost say what you’re scared to feel.
i’d learn you like my favorite song — not rushed, but looped forever. until every sigh, every glance, every unspoken ache was part of my heartbeat.
and when you forget how rare you are, i’d whisper it against your neck, press it into your skin, etch it into your bones — until you remembered that being wanted never had to hurt.
Whispers Between Pages By Astrum
I have always trusted the quiet of untold stories, the soft ache that lingers between what is written and what is merely felt.
I do not chase endings — I unfold them, slowly, like paper worn thin by longing and hands that know the weight of memory.
Somewhere between ink and skin, I found my truest voice — not to speak louder, but to listen deeper to the words that choose to find me first.
Is it your poetic gaze, those damn poetic eyes, or just my poetic heart, the very reason why every part of you each way you exist, is the most beautfiul possession that i can ever call mine....
-mauli ♡
Blurred between love and hate
How do I decide my fate ,
When my heart tells me to wait
But my mind tells me to do a double take ,
Life isn’t ment to be a surf
But why was we brought to earth
With this thing called worth,
Emotions are tough
When other people are rough,
Just another torch
To light up the path
For another soul to walk
While we wait in the back fall ,
Why did the cells give me a heart
To just keep being scarred ,
It don’t know when to stop
And that will be my flop,
On this place we call earth
Burnt from inside , out
For something we call love.
@trueemotions91
Confused they once told me .
Confused of what I asked ?
Life was thier reply.
Life? I asked ? Im Not confused of life , I’m confused to why in life is so much hatred . I understand life is a game of play but I can’t accept the world we are in!
I can’t understand the broken homes, the hunger, the greed , the death!
I don’t understand why another human would want to hurt another human?
Or is it because they ain’t human ? Or maybe I’m not?
Surely in life we all want the same , love , happiness and equality!
I don’t understand how ones brain can tick to create such havoc ! I don’t understand how we as humans can disregard each other’s life so easily !
It’s not humane - yet we call ourselfs human! A human has a heart and two eyes ! To see and to feel the damage of our actions ! Not to be blind!
So yeah I’m confused to what has happened to the what we call human life !
@trueemotions91
It's been years.
It was yesterday and a century ago,
Your steps still echo in the rooms,
Your words still ring in my head.
You have been gone a long time,
And yet you live
You exist now in my dreams,
In the good ones, I recall your leaving.
It is in the nightmares where I forget.
They trick me,
put me in a trance and
make me believe again.
I wake up from the nightmares only to realize,
That they weren't real.
They itch and hurt,
After everything I have tried to bury them,
they keep coming back up,
Crawling, scraping against my mind
they find a way to torment me every single time
Let them die, just like the one I shared them with.
I have seen death more times than I would care to remember. I stared at its face as he loomed over my brother. I watched as he sat at the foot of my grandmother's bed. I looked him in the eye as he followed my grandfather. Each time I begged him to have mercy. To leave them alone. This was the first time that I gazed upon him and felt his embrace hoping he would take me with him.
I wish to make my love pure again.
Even when the earth beneath my feet is crumbling,
Even when the oceans of the world are raging,
Even when the sky is at war manisfesting storms,
Even when everything around me is burning in hell fire,
Even when souls around me are leaving their bodies,
I will always run back to him.
I wish I could turn back time,
To when we had our first connection.
I would write our story all over again,
But this time with more experience.
I am chaos,
I am cursed,
I bring destruction to the table,
I ruin everything,
Everything that I have ever touched,
Everything that I have ever felt,
Everything...that I have ever loved.
November 4th, 2016
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/2016
2017
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-car-window
February 17th, 2021
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/people-pleaser
2016
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-rainy-days
Sunday Drives
January 3rd, 2021
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/sunday-drives
~ 2016
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-gravestones
~ 2016
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-disaster
Mother-In-Law
January 1st, 2021
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/mother-in-law
Good news is like a good symphony
Close your eyes and listen for hours
The ups and downs of various voices
Monotone or melodic they chime away
Knowledge falling from a fountain
A source unseen and wearily trusted
But it comes so easily from the teeth
That tumble and fall and catch again
A dancer re-footing from a stumble
And off they run from point to point
To one I give a hum and nod
A chorus of opinions from the radio
And on and on the chatter runs
- anna magee (January 7th, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/npr