Category: poetry

Regular

One day, we found each other among the chaos and confusion of existence.

And today,

in this dawn,

in this city,

in this life, we grow within the other with love blooming from our fingertips.

Regular

“In the end it didn’t matter who was the lighter and who was the match.

We both got fucking burned.”

Isabelle F .

Regular

“All my life, I believed falling in love would feel like calm water and a soft place to land.

I believed I had found it. And that I was so so so lucky to be holding it.

I didn’t realize the blood running from my fingers until it was to late.”

Isabelle F.

Regular

“The day I lost you my tongue felt like copper.

Salty and rusty and so so heavy it almost forced me to the ground.

The day I lost you my lungs were ready to give out.

I had forgotten how walking the same earth as you kept me alive.

The day I lost you I found myself.

It was so hard, to remember who I was aside from the person who loved you.

I’m still not sure, darling, but I’ll keep on searching.

One breath at a time.”

Isabelle F.

for all I can really do is stand here in Septe…

for all I can really do is
stand here
in September’s rain
savoring…
soaking it all in
slipping..
and simply
holding on to poetry
for dear life.

This is what love does: It makes you want to r…

This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.

Regular

“When I say I’m yours I don’t mean I belong to you like a property.

That’s too easy, darling. Too plain for this love that we’ve crafted.

When I say I’m yours I mean my soul chose yours to make a home with.

It means my every heartbeat pounds to the rhythm of your smile, and my every breath aches to fan over your skin.

It means your name is etched on my eyelids so I can take you with me when dreams come to carry me away.

It means I’ll stay even when everything else is fading away.”

Isabelle F.

It’s better to write something, anything…

It’s better to write something, anything than to starve the monster. The monster must feed. And it will feed on your soul if not your words. Its appetite is insatiable. Write to save yourself from the monster.

What’s just a coincidence for you that you sti…

What’s just a coincidence for you that you still find me in your way, is a long wait for me to get found by you.

Regular

“You swore the future would wait for us.

Swore it would be enough to hold onto sandcastle promises and volatile tides.

Swore the days we spent in bliss would turn into an eternity built together.

But, darling, time flew by so fast we never even had a chance to catch it.”

Isabelle F.