I don’t remember…
I don’t remember when we are suppose to realize that our bodies are made out of poems, but I remember the first time I found a poem tucked in my vein. The words had stained my skin and I could not find a way to forget poetry. Ink was left in my palms and at the time I could not write poems and I did not know how to tear of skin. By writing poems, I understood that they were not meant to rust in our ribcage, but lay underneath the butterflies that have swallowed the poems from our skin….❤ Continue reading I don’t remember…
Drawings – New & Old
Souls
I am a collective of souls. I am all their hopes, all their dreams. I am both their greatest disappointment and most cherished possession. I am everyone and everything. Or at least it used to feel as if I had to be. I am. Whatever that means. Whatever that is. I don’t know. Once I was a daughter. Once I was a friend. Maybe even an enemy. Once I was a lover. Once I was comfort. Once I was anger. Once I was an inspiration. Once I was nothing. Once I was all. And now I am. I am less … Continue reading Souls
If you …
If you choose to give yourself away, piece by piece, you have to be willing to let go of those parts of you. Instead of looking at those empty spaces as places that you need to fill as soon as possible which leads to things like heartbreak, falling out or into yourself, sadness, and an insurmountable loneliness — instead look at those spaces as places for you to grow into. it’s breathing room. Fill them with your breath. It’s very nice to feel light, sometimes. you can always rebuild what you lost, but it’s unfair for you to ask for … Continue reading If you …
Love and Poetry
Love and poetry has a strange familiarity Both cannot be forced Both happen naturally, Both artistic and eternal… ❤ Continue reading Love and Poetry
I have seen
“I’ve seen love, and I follow the speed of the starlight… and now I select you, slow now I let you see how I stun…” I’ve seen love, as the aftermath of a nuclear catastrophe. The flurry of fallout particles drifting down like snowflakes caught in my lashes, blurring my vision. When I close my eyes, I can still see blotches of light, ghostly impression of the explosion burned into my retinas. I’ve heard love, as the ringing in my ears that never subsided. It keeps me awake at night. The sound of love is a dull, persistent hum that drowns out … Continue reading I have seen
Pendant que cer…
Pendant que certains trouvent le moyen de se plaindre avec tout ce qu’ils possèdent, d’autres parviennent à sourire malgré le peu qu’ils ont…♥ Continue reading Pendant que cer…
Everything…
I found myself crying for life’s vicissitudes. Everything feels so damn intense when I’m in a deep funk. It’s really awful to feel things so much sometimes. I wish that I wasn’t this sensitive to things around me, a lot of it is bullshit anyway…I still think that it’s better to feel than to pretend I didn’t care though…But I have to learn not to take things personally. I have to know when to say to myself, “It’s not my fault that people are acting the way they are…I need to stop taking responsibility for other people’s actions and reactions; … Continue reading Everything…
In love with…
Nous portons tous des cicatrices, visibles ou invisibles, Marquant nos cœurs comme une toile de lignes impassibles, Lignes douces et tenues ou failles insondables, abyssales, Lignes de cotonnade ou plaies déchirant les entrailles….❤ In love with Frech language Continue reading In love with…
Beatriz Esmer 