Life of Pi (2012)
August is when I find flowers under the carcass
For July was just nearly a dream,
And like all dreams, it didn't last forever.
But August is a promise,
It's to tell my mind I'm real.
My year has nearly just begun.
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it’s a dream of mine to have a beautiful farm
A little something for our cold hearts
| I write fragments from my dreams | . .instagram-@ineluctable____
TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH,MURDER, AND VIOLENCE
Chapter 1- I’m God.
My brother does not have a grave. He now has nobody no no body. All I have now are notes he left in his books and I wished there were many,many yellow notes so I could keep reading his mind.
My brother does not have a grave and I could give him mine. But would he take it ?
My hands were never stained from blood ,not yet. So I’m not a sinner, yet. But I have a gun in my bag. How far will I go without being a sinner?
Mr. Winston's son had a vase in his room. It was an odd placement , with no match to its environment. The vase , bright yellow and golden stripes blinded me every time. But I always spent too much time looking at it. Maybe because I love yellow. Mr. Winston's son had a smile that I never liked -too fake and yet he wins people over,like the lottery.
“You don’t speak much do you ?” His smile falls casually. I nod.
He continues and this time like every single time ,it’s a proposition that rests on the table between us.
He slid the file to me.
Mr.Winston's son wants to kill his father. He wants me to kill his father. I’ve never killed any father and only watched mine die , but to get to this room , that is enough.
Mr.Winston’s son wants me to kill his father and mostly I would have said no. But my brother is dead and I can only blame two - Mr. Winston and God.
So for just a day, I want to play God.
When I agree to his proposal, I see doubt lingering in his eyes. I’ve only lived as long as him but I read people like I’ve been alive for years.
He gifts me a gun and salvation.
I don’t smile as I leave.
"We are not searching for big things. We are searching for a silence devoid of grief."
@ineluctablehere
I pray ,
somewhere between the folds of some pages,
someone wrote what I feel,
the yearning , the coldness , the grief,
I hope there is an explanation.
_@ineluctablehere
Favourite female characters in dramas
Jang Man Wol- Hotel del Luna
Kim Bok Joo- Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo
Ko Moon Young- It's Okay Not To Be Okay
Hong Cha Young- Vincenzo
Do Bong Soon- Strong Woman Do Bong Soon
Queen Kim So Yong- Mr Queen
Go Eun Chan- Coffee Prince
Sung Deok Sun- Reply 1988
Kim Mi So- What's Wrong With Secretary Kim
Yoon Se Ri- Crash Landing On You
The greatest wonders of the world, are the breathing beings, not the monuments for the dead. -@ineluctable---- Poetry-Words
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