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I feel like he definitely isn’t my soulmate, however, I’m going to keep chasing after him because it’s fun and time-consuming

To be honest, I don't remember who i was before you. You consumed me so much i made you the reason for my entire existence no matter how much i denied that. People looked at me as if I've lost my mind and maybe i did. I fitted myself into everything you wanted without even thinking twice. And if that isn't madness i dont know what is.

Now that i dont want to be consumed by you or your fucking ideologies, you can't stand it anymore. (I don't know what people think when they romanticize heartbreaks; what kind of sadistic satisfaction do you get out of that? It is ugly, horrible and ends up making you look stupid so make it sound like that.)

I want to be consumed by things that won't leave me questioning myself and if losing you is what it takes then so be it.

For some reason, I always thought that I would magically stop being shy once I graduated high school, but nope. Turns out shyness isn’t something you grow out of, it’s something you work your way out of.

When Bram Stroker penned, ' despair has its own calms' I realised the beauty behind hopelessness and helped me make peace with the flow of life.

“You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.”

— Shaun Hick

“When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.”

— Haruki Murakami

“So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.”

— Rainbow Rowell

“Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.”

— Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes

feeling like a broken parle g biscuit sitting at the bottom of cup of chai rn

“I do not wish to convert people from one organized religion to another; I have no interest in any of these organized religions. My interest is in Dhamma - the truth, the teachings of all Enlightened Ones. If at all there is any conversion, it should be from misery to happiness, from defilement to purity, from bondage to liberation, from ignorance to Enlightenment.”

— S. N. Goenka

“You can’t live your life for other people. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.”

— The Notebook

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“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”

— Unknown

Skylust

to fly through silvered clouds

tearing wind

fragile wings

the urge

the need

trapped to the ground

human limitations

oh glorious sky

what would i give to soar

through storms

through clear skies

how could i blame icarus?

free for the first time

to soar

to glide

the burning wax worth the glorious skies

i need not safety

the risk worth the pain

falling to the ocean

flying

soaring

GOD

oh let me fly

let me feel hurricanes rip apart my wings

let my fragile lungs be torn with pressure

not built for the skies

i want to plummet

i want to soar

i want to glide

i want

i want

i want

I have no need for gentleness

freedom is safety to fall with no fear of harm

but harm me

oh harm me dear skies

let lighting dance on my tender flesh

let my limbs be ripped from me

oh only for the flight i desire

let the tears on the inside show

let the mental become physical

anything will do

let me feel the clouds on my skin

oh dear skys

suffocate me

dont be gentle

dont be kind

let me fulfill my skylust for you

ravage me

rip at my hair as i fall

bruise my skin with your frost

leave lashes with your hail

oh let me be your icarus

let me get to close to the sun

rip me away

oh dear

Thank you note!!

Today while writing this, I am falling short of words, the ink from my quill is overflowing and so is the happiness from my little heart overflowing like the ink. I still can't believe there would be this day when I would wake up to, when I would see that I made it up to 200 followers. Sliding through the ups and downs of this roller coaster ride has been more adventurous than the strait paths I have been walking through. Even at the times, when I felt that I reached the ends of the road and the rest of the path seemed misty and unclear. To knock me up and to lead my way like the fireflies through the clear and unclear paths I have come across, it was just the warmth I felt for that few minutes you spent in reading my piece of work. Thank you so much for being a part of my journey, thank you so much for helping me get back on my foot by liking and sharing what I write. Thank you for being the constant support factors behind the screen. Thank you for following me and finding time to read the small things I put up here. Thank you for everything. Looking forward to more and more love and support to keeping myself alive and my quill to write the same way it has been writing. Thank you so much once again to everyone who has been and not been a part of this great day of my life, for grabbing a huge part of my heart, and for being the reason of the brightest smile I wear today.

Thank you so much.🙏

~Anusree(@soulfullines)

“Thank the water for cleansing you. Stare into the candle’s flame. Think about how nature affects you– how the moon controls the tides, how weather affects your mood, how the day goes from bright to dark to allow you to sleep.”

— Light Magic for Dark Times (Lisa Marie Basile)

“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?”

— White Noise (Don DeLillo)

Sometimes the only person putting pressure on a situation, is you. It's okay to go a little easier on yourself.

-thoughts reflective

The intimacy of reading while someone you love sits close to you, reading their own book with your head on their lap playing with your hair, twirling and twisting your hair stands, being so comfortable with each other that it feels so natural, like you are truely home with peace and tranquility......

“The bravest thing you can ever do, is to stay kind and soft even when the world has been cruel to you.”

— Nikita Gill

“because inside each word some memory stalks another memory and without hearing it you know it is there, the way our dreams continue on without us, the way one star spills its light against another star beyond what we will ever see, where time echoes back and forth in their light”

— Richard jackson, from “A Train, The Scottsboro Boys,” B O D Y (Winter 2021)

"If I had a drop of rain for every time that I felt love for you, I would be able to romance the moon with an ocean of my own.."

If you smiled for every time that I felt love for you, you would be happy for the rest of your life - eUë

“Most times, it’s just a lot easier not to let the world know what’s wrong.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

“I have learned that when sadness comes to visit me, all I can do is say “I see you.” I spend some time with it, get up, and say goodbye. I don’t push it away. I own it. And because I own it, I let it go.”

— Carolina Zacaria

“There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.”

— Gayle Forman, Just One Year

“I am so filled with my love of her. At the same time I feel that I am dying. She says of me, “You are at once so decadent and so alive.” She is so decadent and so alive. Our love would be death.”

— The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

sorry i unpacked all my trauma do you still wanna kiss

“The scariest thing about distance is you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget about you.”

— The Notebook

She was just a mere photograph

In black and white

Only 17 and not a clue in life

He two years older

He showed her colours like gold and white

So she explored them with him

But she was gullible and blind

Trouble tied to his name

Little did she know he was just in it for the game

She had beauty and grace

But this wasn’t his first rodeo race

Lacking in self love

She thought she’d find in him

Ignoring flags of red

Because love isn’t a sin

Soon to learn the cold hard truth

That love is not always as it seems

He had a plan all along

To leave her crying on her knees

Asleep in the night

Oblivious he was gone

One shot from a gun

One cruel hit and run

He took all the money he could possibly carry from the store

Before placing the gun next to her

He wiped his fingerprints off

She wakes with fear in her eyes

To sounds of sirens and flashing lights

She wasn’t the first to pay for his mistakes

Because after all

This wasn’t his first rodeo race

-tamara-catherine

“A Simple Thesis Poem”

Why did the chicken cross the road?

The age old question

To make a better life for zirself?

Did zir walk or perhaps run away from the flames that were on the other side?

We never talk about what zir found on the other side, thoroughly

Did this chicken find a message in a bottle telling them it will all be okay?

Or a worn down album from Sting and The Police?

Zir may stop to pick up the classic vinyl if zir found it laying on the busted sidewalk to listen to the poetry in their lyrics

The chicken makes it across the road

To pick up the record

To realize there is no record player to properly enjoy their poetry

Finding an old Gatorade bottle

The flavor Fierce Grape

Maybe purchased at Trader Joes

The Mecca of grocery stores

Thoughts of childhood soccer games

Slightly dramatic

And traumatic running through their brain waves

Zirs thirst no longer quenched

Remembering to be kind to the earth that continues to hold zirself up day and night

Throwing it away in the waste basket adjacent to where they found that fiercely delicious poetry created by the Police

That does not sting

Zir notices a couple holding hands

Within one block their hand lock changes several times

Are they trying to find comfort in how they show affection?

Can they not comfortably hold hands because their love has become less delicious?

Did their love get too close to the sun like Icarus’s wings?

Will their love melt back into each other or into other’s hearts?

We will never know the answers to all these questions

We will never know why the chicken truly crossed the road

What we do know is this

Zir chicken struts across the road to pen poetry for zirself

Zir chooses to share their poetry with everyone else

In time

On zir terms

Not to impress

Or be cohesive

Simply to get through another day

Deciphering messages found in other’s poetry and empty Gatorade bottles…(Panku)

© Elizabeth Sophia Strauss