It hit me right in the feels
You entered, I stared,
I fell head over heals.
Your Elegance, Your beauty,
Couldn't just deny,
You became the apple of my eye.
Lying inside a blanket of love and betrayal,
An Angel, to be looked upon
Or a devil, to be frowned upon. -Who are you? 🌺 ~Alena Rebello
*a poem self written by @yoitsalenana
🚩🎉ALERT🎉🚩 1st POETRY JUKEBOX in Belgium! We are proud that we bring this genious public space installation to Brussels, opening the #transpoesie17 festival on 26/09 at Tour Noire (Saint Catherine) in #bxl 1000. 💕🎉🎈 in cooperation with @bxl_online and in presence of Échevine de la #culture Karine Lalieux, the #sound#poem reciting machine will stay near to the #longestpicnictable in bxl for 3 months and will travel afterwords! More info transpoesie.eu
Jadi siapa yang bertanggung jawab atas patahan patahan ini ?
Kau yang perduli hanya berpura pura, tak ada yang nyata dalam lakunya
Terlalu manis dalam kata
Semuanya hanya bisa kuredam sendiri
Paling paling dengan air mata yang menemani
Tak apa, walau sudah patah, patahan ini masih tetap indah
Jadi cintai aku saja dengan patahan patahannya . . .
#poem#puisi#puisiku#ceritaku#sajak#berbagi rasa #patah
A little over a week ago, I got to share about @carwindowpoetry at a #WSPD17 event hosted by my friend @graciepackard.
One of the first CWP poems ever submitted said:
So lean in.
Your story isn't over yet.
I believe there’s so much power in seeing your life as a story because one of the key elements in any story is conflict. But when you think about the greatest stories of all time, they don’t end at the place of conflict.
I know I have those moments when I’m watching a movie and I get super worried for the main character because I don’t see how they’ll ever make it out of what they’re going through, but they do. They always do.
Your story isn’t over yet. There’s more life, more adventure, more joy on the other side of whatever conflict you’re facing.
Лунный свет мешает спать,
Стук сердца моего зовет.
О, лучше бы тебе не знать,
Кто этой ночью пропадет!
Я устала видеть наглый взгляд.
Блестит в полночном свете меч.
И каплями тяжелыми сочится с меча яд,
И голова твоя сегодня с плеч
Быть может упадет.
Ты не догадаешься-
Один горячий поцелуй тебя спасет.
#минуткапоэзии#poetry#poem#стихи#лирика#поэзия#поэты # готика
For me there is nothing you have to be, nothing you have to do...no need to go out of your way, I love you for you...whether you return it or not, my love will never cease...for some strange reason, everyday it just happens to increase...I can't make these feelings stop, I can't even make them pause...I don't need a reason, I will always Love you just because...I will always see you, as the only one for me... nothing can stop it, we are meant to be...you may never return, I realize that...it will never stop me from showing the world, where my heart is at ~👑
Dos gotas de lluvia
recaen sobre mis ojos
Durante mi tiempo libre,
las he hecho crecer
y se multiplican.
¿Quieres creer que son permanentes?
Pues sólo así, reconocerás la escarcha que siembro en invierno.
Un solsticio de verano,
que en cuanto caiga la primera gota,
renunciaremos a todo aquello
que nos trajo de vuelta el frío y la soledad.
The memory of my skin as it split
And bled onto a blanket
I am surprised
I still remember As far as I know
There has not been one statue
Erected in honor of the children
That we used to be
But if there was
I would hope it would be bronze
And built in the park on the corner next to the gazebo
Behind the trees
What laws have been broken
What unwritten rules have we ignored
I didn't listen to the directions
Because of moonlight
I didn't answer any of the questions
because of dawn
Something has stopped here
But nothing has changed
Torn papers and old sequins
Packed in a box that i found in the back alley
Stolen stories that I pretend are mind to tell
My inflated heart is still not spherical
I am suspended from these strings .
hear me out. i didn't mean to ruin everything. it all happened so quickly. from now on, the knowledge that i was the one who let you go, will tear me to shreds.
every second of every night is now engulfed by you. the bad dreams of my childhood are now overshadowed by the horrifying scenarios that i witness through closed eyes.
i can't do anything anymore without it coming back to you. so i blast your favourite songs and scream, then cry, until my throat is raw. i pretend we will speak again and i pretend that you'll actually want me back. i pretend because that's all that i can do. and they tell me i am free, but freedom is just a smaller cage, with tighter chains around my wrists and ankles. freedom is you being my every thought. freedom just feels like biting my tongue when your friends flirt with me because i see your name stamped on their lips because they are sealed to everything that isn't you.
i know all too well that i am not the ideal woman. i always find a way to screw up. i get myself into situations that i cannot fix and my silly self fights for silly issues. i get jealous. i am demanding, impulsive, erratic and possessive. i get mad when i miss you and worry when you don't text back. i behave like a kid sometimes and annoy you. and man that's just part one.
you see i act like i'm the only person in this world who could love you, yet i treat you like scum. like a toy that i can pick up and drop as i please. i ask for too much and treat you like so little. and i know damn well that there is somebody out there who will appreciate you like me and my selfish ways never did. and whilst i sit here feeling sorry for myself, you are finding her.
so know, if nothing else, that i love and will continue to love you every second that i breathe. i would run back to you in a second, if you opened your arms in order for me to do so, yet i will never be enough.
people say it's worse to do the hurting than get hurt and that's why there's a knife in my throat. everything that i'm thinking is a contradiction of itself and i'm trying to figure that all out. honestly, the only thing worse than heartbreak is death, and i think i'd rather take the latter. -a.b.
Seni düşünmek güzel şey,
dünyanın en güzel sesinden
en güzel şarkıyı dinlemek gibi bir şey...
Fakat artık ümit yetmiyor bana,
ben artık şarkı dinlemek değil,
şarkı söylemek istiyorum.