Sometimes You Just Gotta Stay Silent Cause No Words Can Explain The Shit That’s Going On In Your Mind

"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life." -Virginia Woolf.

Randomly hearing your song on the radio is more satisfying then playing it directly from your phone (source)

Chavela Vargas − La Llorona

A Siren’s Song

When I walk past the places we once stood The air hums with the exact frequency of my soul A song for ears atuned to silence How could I forget them, those words we never did quite say ? They flood my black, night-darkened eyes like white river rapids A whirlwind, a maelstrom, crushing waves and groaling winds Just pure feral strength, sweeping me off my feet Your memory hits me, violent and tidal Dragging me off shore, to the mercy of furies Thoughts that I have not appeased for a long time I fear I will drown, choke on the heartache that fills my lungs I’m not sure I can survive you twice For the deepsea sirens await Like ferocious hounds, starved of food and attention Fangs planted deep in me, things I want to ignore But I once have howled with them For years and years, I called for you everyday My shrieks, silence swallowed them all My hoarse throat strangled with salt and bitterness I couldn’t keep singing and let you become a casualty of me I was deprived, thirsty for storms and thunder But I will swallow this ache, force the tumultuous waters to settle Much like I did back then, I will walk away Let the ocean creatures plunge back to their abyss Return to my darkness

Here is a not very Christmas-themed poem written for and inspired by @heartofmuse. I used phrases from some of her wonderful poems (which every one of you should definitely check out) as well as themes that are recurrent in her works. I hope you like it e.v.e, have a wonderfully merry Christmas and a new year full of inspired musings !

Querer no puedo, mas que amarte, pues eres la dicha de este corazón errante, preciosa doncella de presencia distante. Me vuelves de humo ante tu aliento, vago en el ósculo de tu ser henchido de fuego... Ven, respírame, que sin ti me muero. Desear más sería pecado, con saberte viva me doy por atrapado. No importa si muero, en ti, encerrado. Curioso es que, contigo, el fuego que Somos se vuelve suspiro de vapor entre nubes de diamantes.

— Esu Emmanuel©, I cannot want you, but I can love you, for you are the joy of this wandering heart, precious maiden of distant presence. You turn me into smoke before your breath, I wander in the osculum of your being full of fire... Come, breathe me in, for without you I die. To wish for more would be a sin, knowing you're alive I'm trapped. It doesn't matter if I die, enclosed in you. Curious is that, with you, the fire that we are becomes a sigh of steam among clouds of diamonds.

Have you ever heard the story of the glowing planet?

Some thought that it was a wandering star with gigantic craters, that revealed the light at its innermost core.

Others assumed that its shell had cracked and searing lava was making its way across the surface; always flowing, always glowing.

There were scientists that hypothesised about burning gas pits or bioluminesent monsters roaming the planet’s rocky exterior.  

And then there were the poets and the dreamers, who pondered that maybe, just maybe, the planet was at the middle of its own infinitesimal galaxy, drawing in tiny stars and gathering their beauty in fiery clusters.

                               ＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

But only some of the bravest explorers, brazen enough to get too close, could ever ascertain the truth behind the sparkling planet.

Could see that for all the assumptions of bioluminescence it wasn’t the indwelling creatures that lightened up the vast darkness surrounding them, but that they had caught the lights;

perhaps the radiant sunlight of their solar system itself or maybe the electric currents crackling in their atmosphere.

The explorers bemoaned that these creatures might never know the beauty that their masterpiece had gifted to the universe.

But when the speckled lights reflected in the many eyes of the species passing through the void, the younglings excitedly pointing to the shapes they thought to see in them, or a lost ship was able to resume its route because of this landmark, they knew, the galaxy was richer for it.

      - A love letter to Planet Earth

“I want to fall in love with every single piece of you, the soft ones ,but also the hard ones. I want to know the real you : your pretty side,but also the dark side. I want to be by your side when you lose control, when you’re sad,when you’re happy, when you’re a dreamer. Every part of you belongs to me , I want to know it and I want to love it . For short I want to love you.”

— @maraa14

Some days I need you more than others,

days when I don’t feel like myself and

I have forgotten my name and 

why I keep putting one foot in front of the other. 

These days I wish you could just hold me, 

just hold me in your arms tight, 

center me and be my light. 

Be the warmth that keeps away the infinite cold,

that I feel chills me to the bone.

Hold me in these days when I am not strong,

when I am but a muted shadow of myself 

when I need a reason to hold on.

I don't know if I am being selfish,

but I just tell you what I must, 

what I feel deep inside my heart and

I need you so much every day of my life, 

but these days I need you most,

to remember I am worth loving and fighting for. 

e.v.e.

"And then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?"

-Vincent van Gogh

Poetry and quotes to me.. is a way to express the more sensual parts of my soul. I mean, like.. they are an intimate part of my being and they say things I wouldn’t be able to otherwise. Whether it’s your writing or mine.. we share that bond, that connection.. our souls intertwined because we are the same in that moment. You and I. All through some words scribbled on some paper or on a screen.. it doesn’t matter where. It just matters that it comes from the heart. So keep expressing yourself by writing and keep touching the hearts of the world.. and keep touching mine..

Poetry and quotes touch me right here *pointing to chest* - Eue