gather my broken soul;
i'm delicate, now.
pick up the scattered
shards of glass.
please, be cautious,
they're sharp.
take these fragments:
melt them down.
we'll create someone new
together.
"glass casting."
d.b.a
who you are will always be good enough.
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Of all the works I look upon, yours are really the first here I've seen, and think "I could never write as well, as true, and succinct as that." That's not to put myself down -- all I mean to say is your work is amazing -- something to inspire and to admire. Thank you for sharing it with the world.
you're welcome; although, i do have something along the lines of a rebuttal. i've seen some of your work as far back as march, i believe, and i think you possess the same qualities in being succinct and honest that i do.
it's part of the reason, i mentioned before, i didn't answer asks: everyone has a tendency to compare everything, and either think they're better than everybody or better than no one. i would just like to say that your work is great in its own right.
thank you for your ask and i'll do my best to keep up with your future work. i also found myself inspired by you, so in a sense, you helped me become the poet i am right now. everyone who reads this likely has, and i'm grateful for all who are here, have been, and will be.
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if it makes you feel better,
i don't have to drag myself
to work today.
if it makes you feel better,
you truly do help me understand
that which i've been running from.
if it makes you feel better,
i don't and would never regret
losing sleep over it.
if it makes you feel better,
i truly believe you can become
the person i see in you.
it hurts to hear you feel guilty.
sure, you can take my share
of the blame,
but only
if it makes you feel better.
"twilight hours."
d.b.a
it doesn't.
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the endless pit of sleep:
nightmares and daydreams alike
lure me in,
softly.
we find ourselves
unable to climb out
from the holes
we dig
using our bare hands;
i lull myself to bed
and succumb to the
forgotten memories.
"eternal slumber."
d.b.a
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the microcosm in which i exist
remains a speck of dust
in the expanses
of the universe.
we might seem insignificant.
however, exist with me,
everyone. we're all capable
of witnessing
the wonder
and joy
in the world
around us.
"specks of dust."
d.b.a
together, we leave evidence; we were here.
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My Entire Tumblr is nothing but poetry, and I have to say. Of all of it, though it's a close call, you are the very best. It is all amazing.
this is the first ask i've answered on this blog. many people (and i am also grateful to them as well, immensely so) have given me so much encouragement to keep writing. even two months ago, i wouldn't be able to fathom how much people would empathize with and cherish the words i write. to you, and to everyone else there that sends me messages through my inbox, know that i do read them, and i love you all.
the reason i haven't been answering them is that i didn't want to be disillusioned with the recognition and flattery: to hear you say that my poetry is the best you've seen is an honor, and i hope that i can continue to put out great work in the future.
thank you to everyone that supports me, and i'll do my best to give back to this community i'm so grateful for being apart of.
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oh, the chemicals
exuberant, wild colors
my body screams in dismay
i rot away
i burn like a match
fire in my heart
a painful symphony
i see everything
i'm decaying, slowly
don't say anything
instead, listen up
i'll enjoy this moment
dying in the shadow of you
tomorrow might not come
"untitled 3."
d.b.a
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i'm in love with a ghost
a spiritual projection
whispering around
i see you standing there
i'm in love with an afterimage
a lingering impression
true to life
please, disappear already
i'm in love with a memory
neurons fire uncontrollably
i hear your name
everything spirals out of control
i'm still in love
you're all i wish i had
these words won't find you
so, go away
"untitled."
d.b.a
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i'm still searching:
lately, it's difficult
on my own. your
vacancy left me
empty.
you've moved on, it's
obvious - even then, i
understand. it's okay.
.
"three words."
d.b.a
the lies we may tell, deceiving ourselves, show the truth to everyone else.
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