u/Metalgear-hero
Kinda just want to know what my style of cologne is, and wanted to start with something floral. I have an idea of what it would be like in my head, but can anyone suggest some floral colognes I could try? This is all very new to me so thank you in advance
Any good sites to get punk/goth boots that aren't Amazon? Randomly searching isn't getting me too far, thank you 🙌🏻
This has been on my mind on and off and for the life of me I can't remember what it is. It was old computer game that was either online or on a disc, and the only real things I remember is the protag being like a yellow bear or something. You sat in what I can remember it being a cave or something and you played mini games, go back and you can interact with the main area type.
All of my words are drowning in an ocean.
Because I chose to find newness in old, love in demise, and harmony amongst chaos.
I have to admit, no mortal pain can stop a beast. So i've written from old bones that sang the praises of transient gods, wondering who the art sang for.
Art is a decadence healing the hollowness of this watery grave but, for who it flew through a dimension outside the body itself, and yet i'm running in place to catch it.
I couldn't tell you if it was a dream or not. If the grave was better suited for a whale or a tiger too hungry to care, but I can say that light still shined through the waves.
That a demise filled with bliss, would have been more comforting i
Who would have thought
Three simple words would be so powerful.
I sit here,
trying to conjure stories and odes,
pages on what I think my heart says,
I love you.
Broken from my purple soul,
Three words that I shout in a white room,
Because I've been nothing but honest.
If you could see me now.
Like I have seen you everywhere else.
Three words that made the cold, colder,
and creeps its head in my season of the Sun.
I miss you.
I no longer question facts,
because they are neither simple or fair.
So I am left in purgatory,
dreaming of beating hearts,
So when we speak again
what will your three words be?
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I spent so much time thinking of a second chance,
that i didn't give myself one.
So when you locked me out of the house,
i was going to tell you it was a gift.
A blessing in disguise.
But the colors started to fade,
so when you burned sage it only proved to make the ghosts angrier.
No there isn't anything to say or do;
it burned to the ground with you inside,
but i couldn't even open the door to save you.
No i didn't lose,
no i couldn't find your body;
what was left were charred mementos and dubious manuscripts.
So i sat in the embers listening to the cicadas we would have heard together,
the snapping of toasted wood snapping my tired eyes open because
the crimson night is th
My first time posting a poem in spanish be gentle (but please also critique I want it to be better)
Fuiste un mágica.
Un luna enterna,
porque fuiste disponible y fuerte.
Y yo fui como un carillón de viento,
que siente los vientos de la noche.
En un crepúsculo por decir,
es cuando se ve todo la mágica.
El espacio dominante,
y cuando pasa el viento se llena de memorias.
Las reglas del pensamiento en constante expansión,
es lo que me mantiene aquí.
Porque es difícil a mantener dos mentes,
soplado y ahora perdido en la oscuridad de la noche.
Entonces dejá me como el carillón.
Bailando en las noches místicas.
Recordando la mágica.
Hey all, my mom's and part of my family is from there and I've been there a long time ago but would like to go solo for the first time in my life. I know a few places to go but anyone got any recommendations: towns or special places to see? Also realistically, would I be able to considering how COVID-19 is over there?
Hola a todos, mi mamá y parte de mi familia son de allí y he estado allí hace mucho tiempo, pero me gustaría ir solo por primera vez en mi vida. Conozco algunos lugares a los que ir, pero alguien tiene alguna recomendación: ¿pueblos o lugares especiales para visitar? También de manera realista, ¿podría considerar cómo está COVID-19 allí? Muchos gracias 🤗
I've written about before and I gotta say I've been better about my break-up with my girlfriend of 2 years. I've had incredibly down moments where it felt almost obsessive, now i feel more free and open to seeing who is more than her. The however is that I feel like I still have hope; I have to give myself a closure because she ended it in a way so empty that my last attempt to hear from her was 3 months ago. It might still be fresh, I might still not really be over it, but I do have my convictions about it, about us. Any insight is helpful and not unwarranted, I really needed a vent in a space outside of what I already discuss with my friends and therapist.
My love died in the winter. Lost in ice covered roads, taking a train too far from home.
It sprouted again in the spring. Seeing as life grew more with each passing day, cherry blossoms and heavy rain, poured above ne and i grew cold to it.
And I let it hug me in the summer. The booming sun and high expectations, rampant in my soul. To just find you again, because I'm on a rollercoaster searching for magic, when i remember that life doesn't come with a script.
I breathed new life as the sun rose again. I am free from the ride we took together, bitter but hopeful. Through heavy breaths i still hope to find you soon. You lie in holy matrimony. You lie in the birth of cicadas, that sings
I've sat on these steps
thinking about old couples,
where love flourishes and like all things,
immortalized in death.
And I thank the poison that robbed my life,
and the sweet words,
hardened and blanketed that version of me.
There are no tears for the old couple,
as there are none for me,
so when I say don't cry for me,
don't cry for the one that sits on these steps.
Because I too am immortalized,
watching an ancient couple,
writing a destiny's song
buried but not forgotten.
I've always had this feeling.
I'm anxious but excited,
of a life.
A life i can build on my own but always seems so surreal.
Almost like i wasn't able to;
plagued by sharp turns and valleys,
and im gripping and clawing and trying to reach for the things that seem,
so within my grasp.
But it almost feels like a dream.
That someday, somewhere i'll find a way to make whatever it is,
the next step.
That it will be transient,
somewhere other than myself,
somewhere other than here.
Somewhere that'll feel like i've made my home.
That time was somehow not wasted but aggressive,
and finds me more vulnerable than i am now.
So i cried as i break from foggy dreams,
to someday f
I've written 10,000 poems, that sound more like word vomit. More than any other poem that I've ever written I am writing it for you and I'm writing it for me.
And I wrote it for the things that I've seen, the things that I've loved and cared and wished would always be in my life, but I stay here trying to speak words into life.
Trying to make sense of my words more than I've tried to make sense of myself. For the people that harbor love, but I'm left stranded on an island.
Not only does it gives me comfort, but it is the space of my greatest encapsulation. I'm writing here trying to think of a poem that would make sense for you to read.
So the 10,000 don't make you cry, but I'm crying as
It's been 5 months since my girl has broken up with me and I haven't been ok. This week I've gotten so angry because I saw something that I shouldn't have, and I was boiling so much my face started to twitch. I'm exhausted; I don't even know if it's love anymore and I honestly have no idea what else I can do to get over this. I was so committed but my last attempt to reach out fell on deaf ears again and I'm just spiraling. I have a therapist which I'll share with, but fuck if I just want my love back. I'm tired of being strong
What more can I think?
That two, or five, or twenty years,
Can be nothing but mist in the early April mornings.
I can turn to dust,
Or turn to stone,
And the Sun will continue to melt,
The spots that I used to call home.
So what do I do?
I live.
I continue to be.
And I'll dance in Sunbeams until I fade with the sunset.
So what do I say?
The sun is gone and I'm left with you in the silence of the night.
Fuck you
I couldn't be more angry nor lost since it got dark.
So I'll see you in my dreams,
And pray the Sun comes back to melt me as well.