You have done it, my friend. You have gotten through another day. You have succeeded, or you have learned. You have laughed, or you have become rejuvenated. You have done it, and yet another day awaits you tomorrow. Another beautiful day. Are you ready?

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Dear whoever is reading this, I understand how rough things are right now. I just want to let you know that things will get better, I promise. Keep holding on just a little bit longer. I know you feel like nobody really cares. You’re wrong, stop denying it. I care, otherwise I wouldn’t be saying this. You’re not alone, we may be miles away but we’re all going through the same things. Please keep holding on. Please.

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I only ask that the stars decide to call me their sister. Let them teach me the art of shining through shadow. I want my tongue to birth new things like the belly of spring. My hands must learn to let go like the trees in autumn. If I can have none of these. At least allow my dreams to learn to stay awake and follow me out of bed.

Mount Whitney, California - by Niaz Uddin

There are poems rotting under my tongue because I don’t want to talk about you anymore;

don’t want to fit your face into metaphor; because no matter how I rewrite this brokenness; the bruise is too big for the page; my throat is too small for the rage; and

before the curse words can leave my lips I’ve already forgiven you. Before you can deserve it I’ve already forgiven you.

We watch the moths try to break the bulb with their fuzzy skulls; so hungry for light they are willing to die. You turn to watch me, “Have you ever wanted something that bad?”

I listen to the smacking of their winged bodies against hot glass; so desperate for warmth they are willing to burn. I don’t understand how these silly moths can’t see that I’ve got the sun sitting next to me. You’re still waiting for my answer. I grin under the glow of your eyes and confess “I want you.” But the words never get past my teeth.

I saw your message when it came in and at first I was at a loss as to how to reply. It isn’t easy (to feel the end of a relationship coming and not be abld to stop it) It’s like trying to hold the sun still so it won’t set. I couldn’t think of anything to say that would make you feel better. I wanted so badly to find the perfect words but I couldn’t. I still can’t.

But I can listen. So if you ever need someone to rant to or just get your thoughts out I can be that person.

Things don’t always (and in my case - rarely) work out as we expect. It’s like you set out to make a paper plane and end up with an origami swan. It’s okay to be disappointed.

Don’t be too afraid of your sad songs - they just want to say “We’ve been there too.” & “You’re not alone.”

Your happy songs are waiting and ready to hold you. They want to say “You’ll be fine” & “You deserve joy.” & “Even when everything is falling apart there is atleast one reason to dance.”

Knowing that my poems make you feel even slightly better is such good news. Thank you for taking the time to tell me. I’m here. xoxo - Ceres

Why is the separation of friends not also called a breakup? As if you do not shatter as hard. As if the ache does not drill through bone marrow. Why do the poets lose their mouths?Why aren’t there songs to sing? When not-blood-but-family-still decides to become artist and draw the conclusion - what is the word for how it hurts? Friends are brothers and sisters we choose for ourselves; we learn them and love them and when we lose them - there is not enough art to turn to.

“I want to infect you with the tremendous excitement of living, because I believe that you have the strength to bear it.”

— Tennessee Williams

This is your casual reminder that yes, your wip is worth writing. You’re not wasting time. Creativity is never a waste.

!! okay. random rant. I actually got time to go to my campus library today and wooohboy the smell of old books drives me wild!! I was so happy to just walk through all the shelves and think and you can forget there’s a world outside when you’re in there// i cant sleep at all rn (these days my sleeping has been a wreck) // i’ve been writing alot but?? nervous to post idk why // also Im reading sylvia plath and hunting through tumblr for new poets/poems.

send me asks!!! or RANT or just tell me about your day please. Honestly I’d love to talk to all of my followers.