rainy poetry

It felt like standing under a sky that promised rain, Only to stay completely dry and gray I waited with my hands open, Almost certain something would drop But the empty air made me stop. I began to close my fingers not because i wanted to, But because holding them open started to hurt. I got sick of waiting patiently for something that won't ever arrive Got sick of searching keys for the door that never supposed to be open Sick of staring at the folded clothes i never wore And packed bag that n...

Этот стих я написала сегодня утром в связи с недавними трагическими событиями. Пару дней назад был массовый теракт в Австралии а сегодня в университете в Америке. Мне искренне жаль всех пострадавших и погибших, а также их близких. Подобные события к сожалению происходят в нашем мире уже не в первый раз и это остается одной из глобальных проблем человечества. Rest in heaven, angels🤍

List of my favourite metaphors and quotes/ мои любимые метафоры (часть 1): 1) Every rose has its thorns, show me yours and I'll show you hands willing to bleed for them. 2) Cold water feels warm when your hands are freezing. 3) Absence is a presence that refuses to speak. 4) Romance is tragedy that learned how to smile. 5) Honesty is charming only when it flatters 6) Passion flatters only by pretending to be fate. 7) Sometimes it takes more time for your heart to accept what your mind already kn...

I miss the days back in 90s, even though i didn't even exist that time, miss how everything used to feel so human and real back then

Cold hands wrapped around a gun, It pulled the trigger - now they’re gone Somebody’s son and somebody’s daughter, Both brought to a horrible slaughter. Tell me, twisted and bloodthirsty soul, Was tearing their hearts your only goal? Why won’t you lay your gun aside, And kill the devils that within you hide? May the karma punish you, beast And may those angels rest in peace🙏🏼

They say I’m wise beyond my age, Like it is some kind of a prize Cause I was just learning to read The weather inside people’s eyes Wisdom is not where a kid belongs It just means I learned to fold my fears into something that looks like “control” While other teens cried over fights on the phone, I cried cause I knew some things don’t fix at all. I knew love wasn’t simple, that people can lie, That “I’m fine” is a sentence That means “pls don’t ask why”. I overthink friendships, I overrate tone ...

Emotions. Is being emotional, dramatic even a bad thing? --- if you constantly blame yourself for being too much, too sensitive, too reactive- i feel you. Cuz I've been there and done that, and i have something to say. Firstly, I think it's kinda wrong how we decided that emotional expression is weakness.Tears are embarrassing. Outbursts are immature. Passion is “too much.” But why? From the very beginning of our lives, crying was proof of existence, proof that we are ALIVE. Our first language w...

There are 2 types of people: You were the wind and i never opened the window (Or) How could i blame the wind for the mess it made when it was me who opened the window (It's on you to choose your side)

— “I hope you’re not a weirdo” Bruh ofc I’m weird, this is literally me: