#WhizpPOEMS

┬┴┬┴┬┴┬┴┤┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈├┬┴┬┬┴┬┴ ┬┴┬┴ hey there! ┬┴┬┴┬┴┬┴ ┬┴┬┴ disclaimer: poem is about poverty ┬┴┬┴ ┬┴┬┴┬┴┬┴┬┴┬┴┬┴┬┴┬┴┬┴ She does not perform in a circus. Nor does balance call her name. Her pockets hang out without a weight. The s...

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━ °^°Hope you guys find this post a little 'thought provoking'. It deals with thinking and whether to allow yourself to think, or to not allow yourself to think. Later I'll make a post on my perspective on healthy and unhealthy thoughts and how they affect you and your ...

‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ River Of Love Fallen twice is my love for you. A drop of rain, enjoying the adrenaline- the spark of a soaring feeling, coaxed along by the touch of electric hands, soft as cloud. The suicide jump into riptide, cascading waterfall, ...

━━━━━━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━━━━━━ 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔: 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆. 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆... 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍... 𝑰 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏... 𝑳𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒓- 𝒆𝒚...

╮✩▵☆∘•*٭✭☾••♡••☽✭٭*•∘☆▵✩╭ 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒, 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁... 𝖨, 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝖽'𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖨𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎...

ೋ❀❀ೋ═══ ❀ ═══ೋ❀❀ೋ 𝚆𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚘𝚠. 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔. 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢. 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑. 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚊. 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚕...

╔═══════ ೋღ 🥀 ღೋ ═══════╗ Stay. Don't leave. Hear my pleas flow from my heart and gravel throat. Stay... don't run. Feel my hand calloused from our love. Stay... with me again. Like the initial ember's breath. Do not leave my heart t...

࿇ ══━━━━✥◈✥━━━━══ ࿇ '𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑑' 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝑀𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝. 𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑝. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠, 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠- ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝. 𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑠ℎ. 𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑝. 𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑛 ...

𝑬𝒏𝒗𝒚 𝑬𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏: 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆? 𝑬𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚? 𝑰𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔? 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑬𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚? 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅... 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕... 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ...

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: this is sad, guys (loss, death, mourning) ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ I find myself counting pages. Of the notebook. That I souly kept the notes of you. I drink from the cup, your lips always touched. Drinking the only tea I know you would. I hold...