loverofnightmare
Give me a few words I’ll make it poetry or share my own.This will be their home. I like chaos and not much else, I also don’t know how to use any social media.
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The stars can’t reach us
The stars can’t reach us
Yet we try in vain
Our hearts full of greed and lust
Wishing only for gain
Hopes and dreams wishing on a star
Corrupt, darkness, despair, stick like tar
Stop soul searching
Please refrain
Nothing will stop the the destruction lurking.
For the stars lie in pain
Overtaxed with ambition
Dying to give you the darkness you’ve been wishin’
The stars are lying
There was no magic here
Lured us like sirens
Hell is crying
Awash with flaming tears
Burning the Horizons
Reaching
Why do stars reach blindly for the dark
Giving their light in a vast multitude of sparks.
The unknown path
Full of yearning and wrath
Like adventurers of old
Do those stars find gold
The treasure of eons of space
Weaving time and light into lace
If one star’s history reflects my own
Will I then follow the path unknown.
Tell me a story
Tell me a story, a story unheard
Where in whisper so silent
Only few can be lured
If we knew what they all meant
Our lust might be cured
For curiosity is the cats game
And satisfaction will purr
The greed for knowledge, a name,
Can be caught only by a word.
normalize platonic “flirting”!!!! i just wanna be able to compliment my friends and point out little things i like about them!! i want to make them smile and have playful banter and laugh together and see them smile!!!!!!!!!!
…… was his first and original sword, after Arthur broke Caliburn, he then gave it to Merlín who brought it to the lady of the lake. She then gave Excalibur to Arthur, who went on to many adventures and quests to be a good king of Camelot.
White Rabbit
When smothered in smoke,
We whisper white rabbit.
To settle our panic.
White rabbit, white rabbit.
Will you be afraid?
When nightmares inhabit?
When you recall joy,
But can't reach and grab it?
And everyone has it.
You can't understand it.
White rabbit, white rabbit.
Patience burns too,
It wears out like fabric.
Your senses subside,
they make way for static.
The flames will wreak havoc.
White rabbit, white rabbit.
And those you love most,
Will say you'll withstand it.
What good are their words?
When breathing grows rapid.
You’re lost and alone.
Ignored by the planet.
White rabbit, white rabbit.
It's bite might be rabid.
- Hayley Siemens
A Quiet Sin
You sway me to the rhythm of the orchestra as your hands move in such a calculated way that I cannot help but to wonder what is that you are planning. ‘Let’s find the music of our souls’, you whisper in my ear, dipping your head to me so that no one can overhear and make a scandal out of us. I shiver. How can I not when you look so handsome and the way your hands are so very careful but do not stop exploring in a way that can be denied as nothing more of a foreign waltz? Your eyes hypnotize, your lips beg for a kiss and all of you makes me want to sin.
- Ely C. Winters.
Past Midnight poetry- Just a bit
Sometimes I feel a bit crazy
And a bit hazy
Like I know what’s happening only a bit after it happens
My words aren’t really my own
My brain doesn’t feel like me
And maybe it’s a bit scary
A bit sickening
That I am not living
What I want is peace and I can’t have it yet
I wander a bit here
Ponder a bit about something that maybe doesn’t matter
It’s a bit out of context but maybe I’m not real
My words might be
But I am never really me
I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.
Concept: it's 1am and you are reading your favorite novel. The world around you is asleep, sounds of the day have quieted and you are alone with your books and coffee or tea.
— Andrei Tarkovsky, Sculpting in Time
[text ID: Perhaps the meaning of all human activity lies in the artistic consciousness, in the pointless and selfless creative act?]
“Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?”
— Tyler Knott Gregson
*sits forward in my wizard chair* Ah yes...i have just the remedy for such an ailment. *hands you a strawberry* *hands you a strawberry* *hands you a str
Do you like poems?
yes! my favorites are The Tiger and the unnamed werewolf fridge poem
Three words..
My holister hoodie, your horizontal ID
The possessive way you looked at me
My window screeching far to loud
That night you chose me from the crowd
Those teeth and that smile, if only I knew
The nightmare that you’d put me through
A bruise, a grip, a bite, a dress
A knife, a rose, a fucking mess
Sudden pain and flashing lights
Monitors beeping, a fight for life
But there you were, beside the bed
Those three words.. that’s all you said
To save my life, I ran away
With three new words, be not afraid.
i see so much beauty in people and i wonder if they see the same in me
Sing of pain
For there’s nothing more to gain
It’s known
That we have all faced this alone
We despaired
Because we though no one cared
An out reached hand
But I can no longer stand
It’s now too late for me
Fools, one and all, flee
Stop the lies
It won’t stop the cries
Of pain and suffering
For life isn’t buffering
It continues on and on
Till all but one are gone
Shove the evil inside, by feeding the good.
Let no evil thought be unaccompanied by a kind act.
Let no sin be forgotten unless repented and replaced with a kindness.
Weather small or large it is the intention behind it that matters.
So let evil try, for I will kill it,
With my kindness