the art of being gentle
i love the touch of gentle. i love the sound of it.
"I was a bee and you were a Sunflower. And the Sun was in the next classroom." Hiromitsu Akabane finds himself hiding a secret or two from his childhood friend Haruka Mabuchi. What he didn't realize was that those secrets came at a price. Told through the infantile, naive lens of a youth, Jejune is a poetic rendering...
"But if that accident is inevitable," I murmur, eyes softening. "Would you want me to let go?" Jeongguk pauses for a moment. "Leave the guilt and regret to me," he replies softly. "Once you start a journey, you finish it. It's only right for you to let go because-" "Because you want me to be happy?" She cuts him off...
You've made it this far so let me tell you a story, About life in this age with all of it's pain and glory. It's been a long journey, it's been a long road, It's been so tiring, you want to go on sleep mode. But wait just a little, just a bit longer, Expect this pain to make you stronger. {#1 in poems// 6/15/20} {Pl...
if you want to be loved - first you must find love within yourself; the rest follows. // a collection of scattered poems, drabbles & musings //
The thoughts of a thinker are dangerous. Truly. Just a few words to get those cogs turning. 2020 poetic rants and stories.
You only hinder yourself by concealing those feelings under a concrete mask. But remember, concrete cracks and I see your unmarred skin that's not tasted the flavour of living. You hide like a guilty thief. You steal away the experience so open your eyes, your mind, your heart to the landscape known as Emotion. ***...
"For your love, I became meek and humble. But into your trap, I did tumble." A young girl maintains a diary with poetic entries, turning her innermost secrets into metaphorical verses. With each poem, her body ages. However, can the same be said about her maturity? A collection of thoughts and memories, marking the jo...
[ POETRY / PROSE ] © valerie | penbangtan | 2018. #12 in POEM on 6.10.20
Monachopsis : (noun) The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place. Prose & Poetry. © eujeana- # 1 in proseandpoetry # 1 in worthlessness
i am devoid of saltwater and a wasteland of starlight but it's still only minute seventeen of forever.
[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a hurricane of blues) s t a r t e d : january 2020 f i n i s h e d : june...
~ where is your bliss station / you have to try to find it ~
"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."
Every stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]
A collection of poems written with the translucent ink of all the tears that were never shed. - Highest rank #64 in poetry on 8/10/2020.
A story twisted Left and right, Through countless mouths And endless minds. A game of chinese whispers, Each recount slightly different Compared to the rest. A tale of power And a tale of weakness. Faults ignored And dangers conceeded. What is it? . . . . A Myth. ~ orion cover is made by the lovely @grabthemonets, ch...
[COMPLETED] The musings of a celestial body, drifting through the cosmos. ➖ © 2019 • Javier Delgado • ALL RIGHTS RESERVED • ➖
MIN YOONGI. your eyes were hurt ( or i imagine they would be ) when you sincerely looked me in the eye and had that small pained smile. i'm sorry for cheating, but i can't remember with who it was. ․ ও placed in various aw...