i’ll always hate you & i’ll always be grateful you made me feral

incompetent evil is still evil

grief is like that tangled necklace you put down & pick up & put down & pick up

two ghosts we went quiet cold yet it brings me peace knowing you’re somewhere laughing in the sun and every so often the breeze stirs the leaves in such a way that a warm memory shines through

Walking into the woods and never looking back as self care

your face lingers etched somewhere older than my memory where our souls once touched not as lovers but something deeper i think that’s why i can’t let you go do you feel the light on your face I send you every day

i have rabies

Sweet dreams Today’s #poem is up #writercommunity #writing #poetry #seasons

Got some little clay buddies drying #ceramics

I hear you singing. Laughter flows from your kitchen while you cook for me.

You were my person, my safe place, the one I messaged when I got home. Now you’re just silence. You said forever but took it back in an instant, never turning to look back. You were my constant, my everything. Now you’re just a ghost in all the places I still look for you.

Who told you that you have to finish every book you start?

I guess you can’t lose something you never really had so I should be happy but I’m just broken and crushed at my very core because I believed your forever and now I’m changing my will and mailing your things back to you

She said I was the love of her life about a million times.

Go be lovely in a shitty world.

They circle, loud and dull, thinking I’m theirs to charm, to win, to wear like a prize they’ve earned by existing. But my heart belongs to her. She sees my light and loves my dark, holds me, knows me. And them? They don’t even deserve the ashes of my attention.

some days it's necessary to consume the outdoors nature, natural wonders the sky what's reflecting back, at you

Everybody's got a rusty old box with shit they trust in it. Mine won't open because it's always baking soda to your face and parked along the coast behind your back

the stress of the day taken, away left at the door he takes over the necessity of give and take

It is snowing in Kyiv. Late evening. We had three air raid alerts today. Ballistics, drones... Life is going on anyway. I visited an exhibition where I saw a woman crying. Coming soon. My eyes and camera are like suitcases full of beautiful and ugly things.

I relinquish dreams, fulfilled, unfulfilled, empty my pockets of "what-ifs" and walk free

Writing a new poem could fix me

I hate it here

The hydrangeas were wasted on them.

I flew all the way through the desert, looking for wells along the way. But eventually, I always come back to the ocean.

Spiral UPWARD 🌀

Hearts aren't toys to be played with

vicarious the paper promises you wrote that sent shockwaves across spines and over ocean tides to split the seams of windowsills in remembrance of the content and in devotion to the shape of the script

I love effort I love depth I love intellect I love consistency I love authenticity I love vulnerability I love playfulness I love kindness I love tolerance I love honesty I love loyalty I love

Lying next to her sleeping Timing her soft breathing Trying hard to be synching

I’m a Barbie worm Doing a Barbie squirm Body is elastic It’s fantastic

she never needs to ask his eyes are on her she craves his touch the way his eyes feel her consumes, her every touch #writing my #thoughts #words no structure #poetry #mypoem #writingcommunity #writtenpictures

sometimes a soul mate isn't human 🪶 Luciana Salgado

You gotta be careful being happy around unhappy people.

that need previously never known craving being craved feeling their, want taking over as you hand over, control #writing my #thoughts #words no structure #poetry #mypoem #writingcommunity #writtenpictures

At this point I’m just making skeets to see what you all will and won’t repost. For science, of course.

so little hope and such big hearts. i’d save you all if i could, and i can, but you don’t even know my name — and if it’s all the same to you i’m so damn tired lately.

#poetry rhyming…sort of life has a whiff of brimstone about it the ground crumbles beneath my feet and the wind sings a dirge offkey even the sky  is weeping buckets

maybe I need the thoughts to cede since they don't I have to get them, out simply escape, me they are words mere thoughts of no import just pieces of, me #writing my #thoughts #words no structure #poetry #mypoem #writingcommunity

silent, wondering wondering, silenced what do they do they, dare #writing my #thoughts #words no structure #poetry #mypoem #writingcommunity

🌙 little bitty pretty one...

the necessity of pain, thorns so we enjoy the pleasure the delightful delicate, sweet smell of a rose #writing my #thoughts #words no structure #poetry #mypoem #writingcommunity

kisses long, deep necessary make you lose your mind, kisses #writing my #thoughts #words no structure #poetry #mypoem #writingcommunity

Druid lore: fate, destiny, and will. All existing simultaneously. As fate it the past and rigidness, destiny is the future and endless possibilities. Between them sits the freedom to choose one or the other, that is the will

the call and echo of our hands at rest one inside the other one a bird, one a nest not knowing or caring if one or the other

When the sound of her laughter breathes life into your fading soul