It's All In My Heart ♥️
15.03.202503:30
How I wish I were
a bird, admiring you from the quiet of the tree's shade;
a butterfly, fluttering around your precious presence;
the blossom graced by your tender touch every single day;
the moon you talk to under the starry sky each night;
the tree you seek solace in when your heart aches;
the serene beach waters that bring calm to your spirit;
the mirror that gets to admire your radiant reflection;
the song that lingers in your mind, playing on a constant loop;
the rainbow you marvel at, amazed by its colors;
the raindrop sliding down the window, captivating you for hours;
the earthy petrichor that awakens a new sense of joy in you;
the sunlight of dawn that envelops you in a tender embrace;
the person worthy of every ounce of your priceless love.
~Kusuma
❤️@heartzzss❤️
a bird, admiring you from the quiet of the tree's shade;
a butterfly, fluttering around your precious presence;
the blossom graced by your tender touch every single day;
the moon you talk to under the starry sky each night;
the tree you seek solace in when your heart aches;
the serene beach waters that bring calm to your spirit;
the mirror that gets to admire your radiant reflection;
the song that lingers in your mind, playing on a constant loop;
the rainbow you marvel at, amazed by its colors;
the raindrop sliding down the window, captivating you for hours;
the earthy petrichor that awakens a new sense of joy in you;
the sunlight of dawn that envelops you in a tender embrace;
the person worthy of every ounce of your priceless love.
~Kusuma
❤️@heartzzss❤️
12.03.202503:30
The Sweet Manipulator
She knows how to weave her words into the souls of others, as if they were carved just for them. A whisper of sweetness, laced with poison—a sickness disguised as a cure. She is a contradiction, her voice soft with praise while her fingers dig into your chest, just to see how you break.
Her obsession is beyond understanding.
When your gaze meets hers, she is a fairy tale—enchanting, dazzling, irresistible. But once you truly know her, your soul will leave you behind, and only your hollow body will remain, a witness to the inhuman nature she hides beneath that magnificent smile. A smile so alluring, so radiant—an invitation to death.
If you still wish to be hers, then you are the greatest fool. Do not deceive yourself.
Her mind predicts your every move, while you remain blind, fixated on the color of her dress. Her shadow is nothing but a concept; do not chase it as if it were the warmth of the sun. You would do better to ignore her entirely—because she does not walk with rainbows. She walks with death.
Her soul is darker than the void itself, and yet you ask for her love.
It’s a game. Do not try to play.
Because in the end, you will not be the player—you will be played.
She already knows you.
- AzureMuse
❤️@heartzzss❤️
She knows how to weave her words into the souls of others, as if they were carved just for them. A whisper of sweetness, laced with poison—a sickness disguised as a cure. She is a contradiction, her voice soft with praise while her fingers dig into your chest, just to see how you break.
Her obsession is beyond understanding.
When your gaze meets hers, she is a fairy tale—enchanting, dazzling, irresistible. But once you truly know her, your soul will leave you behind, and only your hollow body will remain, a witness to the inhuman nature she hides beneath that magnificent smile. A smile so alluring, so radiant—an invitation to death.
If you still wish to be hers, then you are the greatest fool. Do not deceive yourself.
Her mind predicts your every move, while you remain blind, fixated on the color of her dress. Her shadow is nothing but a concept; do not chase it as if it were the warmth of the sun. You would do better to ignore her entirely—because she does not walk with rainbows. She walks with death.
Her soul is darker than the void itself, and yet you ask for her love.
It’s a game. Do not try to play.
Because in the end, you will not be the player—you will be played.
She already knows you.
- AzureMuse
❤️@heartzzss❤️
23.02.202503:30
Under the moon’s soft gaze, our words lingered in the night;
Fingers woven; gentle pecks shared in every breath.
His shoulder cradled my head, and I stayed there, not wishing to stir.
My gaze locked with his, taking him in completely.
Oh, the passionate kiss, claiming him to be mine;
Wrapped in his embrace, my heart settled.
Everything fell into place, and for once, it felt flawless.
He completed me, like the last piece in a perfect puzzle,
the boundless horizon, where the sky and earth unite,
the sunflower that dazzles when bathed in sunlight,
a bright star standing out in the endless night,
the light that banished the shadows, painting the night in brilliance
the flawless rhythm to my imperfect sway.
He was meant to be my forever, written in the stars.
But-
Little did I know even the most perfect things could fade.
Our hearts broke apart, slowly,
for it was never meant to be.
I stand still, a hopeless romantic,
my eyes brimming with unshed tears.
We hold on tightly, the finality of this being our last hug sinking in;
We kiss through our tears, each one a silent goodbye.
Our eyes lock, memories spilling over like a waterfall,
to the dream of forever that once seemed so perfect.
I retreat, each step slower, refusing to look back,
leaving behind the one who’s no longer mine.
My heart aches, heavy with the weight of its broken pieces;
I hold nothing but the void, seeping into every crack of my soul.
It dawns on me—he was never meant to be my whole, just a part of it.
A perfect chapter, but not the full story I was meant to write;
A chapter where days felt eternal, and nights were but whispers.
Where nothing else mattered but the conversations we shared.
In a moment where I’d wait forever, simply for his tender touch,
where the mere whisper of his name would bring my soul back to life.
I’m now terrified of the silence that comes with being by myself.
For my mind replays the moments we shared,
each one a bittersweet memory etched deep within,
like the clips of a cherished movie,
like the fragments of a beloved song,
stuck in a timeless loop, over and over again.
How do I mend you, Oh, Dear heart?
Let’s cry it out until we run out of tears.
-Kusuma
❤️@heartzzss❤️
Fingers woven; gentle pecks shared in every breath.
His shoulder cradled my head, and I stayed there, not wishing to stir.
My gaze locked with his, taking him in completely.
Oh, the passionate kiss, claiming him to be mine;
Wrapped in his embrace, my heart settled.
Everything fell into place, and for once, it felt flawless.
He completed me, like the last piece in a perfect puzzle,
the boundless horizon, where the sky and earth unite,
the sunflower that dazzles when bathed in sunlight,
a bright star standing out in the endless night,
the light that banished the shadows, painting the night in brilliance
the flawless rhythm to my imperfect sway.
He was meant to be my forever, written in the stars.
But-
Little did I know even the most perfect things could fade.
Our hearts broke apart, slowly,
for it was never meant to be.
I stand still, a hopeless romantic,
my eyes brimming with unshed tears.
We hold on tightly, the finality of this being our last hug sinking in;
We kiss through our tears, each one a silent goodbye.
Our eyes lock, memories spilling over like a waterfall,
to the dream of forever that once seemed so perfect.
I retreat, each step slower, refusing to look back,
leaving behind the one who’s no longer mine.
My heart aches, heavy with the weight of its broken pieces;
I hold nothing but the void, seeping into every crack of my soul.
It dawns on me—he was never meant to be my whole, just a part of it.
A perfect chapter, but not the full story I was meant to write;
A chapter where days felt eternal, and nights were but whispers.
Where nothing else mattered but the conversations we shared.
In a moment where I’d wait forever, simply for his tender touch,
where the mere whisper of his name would bring my soul back to life.
I’m now terrified of the silence that comes with being by myself.
For my mind replays the moments we shared,
each one a bittersweet memory etched deep within,
like the clips of a cherished movie,
like the fragments of a beloved song,
stuck in a timeless loop, over and over again.
How do I mend you, Oh, Dear heart?
Let’s cry it out until we run out of tears.
-Kusuma
❤️@heartzzss❤️
14.03.202512:11
11.03.202503:30
The rain yesterday tried to convey something,
perhaps a goodbye,
The thunder wasn't loud enough to scare but loud enough to wake me up.
So I got up from my bed and walked to the front door lazily, only to hold back my actions,
it was still dark outside,
but the pitter patter appeared to be sweet and captivating,
the sound of rain pouring on the roof seemed soothing and calming,
ergo I let go of the thought and opened the door,
the clouds looked like a swollen eye, etched on a gloomy face,
the drops felt cold against my warm skin, like they were waiting for someone to embrace them,
eventually the voice faded, leaving a clear black sky, as if telling you to see you soon.
Perhaps, it was a goodbye...
#rain
#life
#goodbye
- D's diary
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perhaps a goodbye,
The thunder wasn't loud enough to scare but loud enough to wake me up.
So I got up from my bed and walked to the front door lazily, only to hold back my actions,
it was still dark outside,
but the pitter patter appeared to be sweet and captivating,
the sound of rain pouring on the roof seemed soothing and calming,
ergo I let go of the thought and opened the door,
the clouds looked like a swollen eye, etched on a gloomy face,
the drops felt cold against my warm skin, like they were waiting for someone to embrace them,
eventually the voice faded, leaving a clear black sky, as if telling you to see you soon.
Perhaps, it was a goodbye...
#rain
#life
#goodbye
- D's diary
❤️@heartzzss❤️
22.02.202503:30
The Oracle's Child
I was thirteen when he vanished,
but ghosts are never truly gone.
They linger in the walls,
curl beneath the tongue,
drip like wax into the hollow of my chest.
He was an oracle, or so he claimed,
his voice a serpent winding through my ribs.
"Mark my words," he said,
"Your mind will turn against you,
and long before forty,
you will kneel before white-robed priests,
offering your name like a broken hymn."
Eighteen came with hands of iron,
pressed me beneath sterile lights,
fed me small, colorless constellations
not prayers, not miracles,
but offerings to keep the darkness at bay.
He is dust now, scattered far from my door,
but I still wake to the weight of his prophecy,
feel it settle in my bones like winter frost.
At night, I listen to the hush between my heartbeats,
hear his voice in the silence, saying, "See?"
I am nearly twenty,
but time has not loosened his grip.
I carry his words as one carries a scar,
a script written in blood,
a fate he spoke,
and I, unwilling, fulfilled.
- lunemournchild
❤️@heartzzss❤️
I was thirteen when he vanished,
but ghosts are never truly gone.
They linger in the walls,
curl beneath the tongue,
drip like wax into the hollow of my chest.
He was an oracle, or so he claimed,
his voice a serpent winding through my ribs.
"Mark my words," he said,
"Your mind will turn against you,
and long before forty,
you will kneel before white-robed priests,
offering your name like a broken hymn."
Eighteen came with hands of iron,
pressed me beneath sterile lights,
fed me small, colorless constellations
not prayers, not miracles,
but offerings to keep the darkness at bay.
He is dust now, scattered far from my door,
but I still wake to the weight of his prophecy,
feel it settle in my bones like winter frost.
At night, I listen to the hush between my heartbeats,
hear his voice in the silence, saying, "See?"
I am nearly twenty,
but time has not loosened his grip.
I carry his words as one carries a scar,
a script written in blood,
a fate he spoke,
and I, unwilling, fulfilled.
- lunemournchild
❤️@heartzzss❤️
Қайта жіберілді:
ampheus
14.03.202503:56
Drift
Sober we stay
on drunken nights.
Split the dark into two
with car headlights.
Not a word spoken
in our silent fights.
Are draped in glitter,
these hollow delights.
Laughter all around,
but none of it ours.
Drowning in the tune,
counting afterhours.
We sip on the night,
but never the wine.
Numb to the touch,
yet craving a sign.
Haze then blurs out
our weary sights.
But sober we stay,
on drunken nights.
Sober we stay
on drunken nights.
Split the dark into two
with car headlights.
Not a word spoken
in our silent fights.
Are draped in glitter,
these hollow delights.
Laughter all around,
but none of it ours.
Drowning in the tune,
counting afterhours.
We sip on the night,
but never the wine.
Numb to the touch,
yet craving a sign.
Haze then blurs out
our weary sights.
But sober we stay,
on drunken nights.
10.03.202503:30
The world drifts into slumber, and
I lie awake, restless on the bed
while I wait for that one phone call,
just like every other day.
The fatigue of the day lingers, yet
I wait for the night to share it all with him
and to hear his stories unfold.
The night passes in a blur
and our words seem to stretch beyond time.
We fall asleep to the rhythm of our breaths,
eagerly awaiting the next night’s embrace,
for another heartfelt conversation;
another kiss whispered through the phone.
A buzz, a glow, and I’m back—
pulled into the present by my phone’s light.
My heart flutters at the flash of his name
My eyes light up as our picture fills the screen
My hands wait no more, snatching it up, in excitement.
‘We need to talk’, he says,
his words simple, but heavy.
The curve of my lips vanishes,
falling flat with the weight of it.
My fingers clutch the phone tighter,
desperate for something to hold onto.
My heart lurches, as anticipation fills the air.
‘Of course’, I hear myself mutter,
trying to keep my voice steady.
‘I don’t think this is working out.
This long distance is taking its toll.
I thought we were stronger than this,
but I’m sorry—I can’t do this anymore.’
he blurts out, and I freeze,
my mind struggling to catch up.
My throat goes dry, and the air suddenly becomes thick,
as if I can’t breathe anymore;
The words caught somewhere between my chest and my lips;
my eyes blur with tears, and my fingers tremble, losing their grip.
My back slams against the wall as I feel my balance slipping away.
‘Are you there?’, he asks and I hang up without a word.
Indeed, I am, this night longer than expected.
No conversations, just the haunting wails.
I fall back on the bed, letting the weight of the moment take over;
my pillow damp with the quiet tears.
‘Where did I falter?’ my heart demands.
I dig deep for answers, for I have the whole night.
While the world drifts into slumber, and
I lie awake, restless on the bed.
~Kusuma
❤️@heartzzss❤️
I lie awake, restless on the bed
while I wait for that one phone call,
just like every other day.
The fatigue of the day lingers, yet
I wait for the night to share it all with him
and to hear his stories unfold.
The night passes in a blur
and our words seem to stretch beyond time.
We fall asleep to the rhythm of our breaths,
eagerly awaiting the next night’s embrace,
for another heartfelt conversation;
another kiss whispered through the phone.
A buzz, a glow, and I’m back—
pulled into the present by my phone’s light.
My heart flutters at the flash of his name
My eyes light up as our picture fills the screen
My hands wait no more, snatching it up, in excitement.
‘We need to talk’, he says,
his words simple, but heavy.
The curve of my lips vanishes,
falling flat with the weight of it.
My fingers clutch the phone tighter,
desperate for something to hold onto.
My heart lurches, as anticipation fills the air.
‘Of course’, I hear myself mutter,
trying to keep my voice steady.
‘I don’t think this is working out.
This long distance is taking its toll.
I thought we were stronger than this,
but I’m sorry—I can’t do this anymore.’
he blurts out, and I freeze,
my mind struggling to catch up.
My throat goes dry, and the air suddenly becomes thick,
as if I can’t breathe anymore;
The words caught somewhere between my chest and my lips;
my eyes blur with tears, and my fingers tremble, losing their grip.
My back slams against the wall as I feel my balance slipping away.
‘Are you there?’, he asks and I hang up without a word.
Indeed, I am, this night longer than expected.
No conversations, just the haunting wails.
I fall back on the bed, letting the weight of the moment take over;
my pillow damp with the quiet tears.
‘Where did I falter?’ my heart demands.
I dig deep for answers, for I have the whole night.
While the world drifts into slumber, and
I lie awake, restless on the bed.
~Kusuma
❤️@heartzzss❤️
21.02.202503:30
I was sick,
With those temporary drugs, I felt alright,
With that fine page and a sleek pen, aligned.
Such a good remedy yet a temporary medicine.
And then comes the plot twist,
Marking the end of my sins
As if you are yourself, the Ganges,
With all your erasing ways.
It's been quite long since I got lost in those eyes,
Those eyes,
Beholding my unmasked sights,
Beholding my blacks and no whites.
White,
As fair as the pages I adore,
As straightforward as my metaphors,
As open as your doors,
As straight as parallels drawn.
Parallels,
Parallels drawn between you and me,
In synergy, on par with each other,
Somewhere unknown, lost and farther.
Parallels aren't meant to meet,
Yet makes this poor heart skip beats.
Beats,
Sometimes I was offbeat,
But you were the melody,
Saving me,
Yet again and again,
Somewhere written in stars beyond skies and space.
Space,
In search of personal space,
I saw you fade away in the haze,
Somewhere handcuffed with those chains.
Chains,
Chains that kept you tied in summers and rains,
In plateaus and plains,
In winters and springs,
Leaving marks on your hands,
With time being lost in the tick of the clock hands.
The way we blended,
They say a good performance should remain unextended,
The way you stayed,
They say even the moon turns red.
You revered the orb,
Orb chasing you and me,
Orb checking on at crucial times,
A selenophile,
You kept emphasising how it makes the darkest night shine,
I kept pointing out Ebon nights,
You kept elaborating on its light,
I kept arguing how it's not her own divine light.
How it borrows from the sun,
and is a mere macro satellite.
Though I love how those floating specters,
Keeping wandering so effortlessly, so freely,
Alone yet congruous,
Kindred yet idiosyncratic.
Just like those eyes,
Just like my beloved pearls floating every night,
Just like those white lies,
Just like how being left out was the only way out, right?
It's been quite long since I got lost in those eyes,
Eyes, eyes which made this dead soul alive,
Eyes, eyes which made this cheap single page into something without price,
Eyes, eyes that changed hell into paradise,
Eyes, eyes which made this insomniac work clockwise,
Eyes, eyes which made this "batman" and those nights sacrifice.
With no ifs and Why's,
I was on my way to survive,
But those two silent sonnets from heaven made me alive.
It's been quite long,
quite long since I told you those silly lies,
quite long since we practised those high-fies,
quite long since we wandered in the city during lonely nights,
quite long since you had flash on me and I said I hate lights,
quite long since we lost those wishing flights,
quite long since we flee that wishing kites.
I miss those times,
And
I am sure you miss those times too.
Moreover,
I miss you,
Day and night,
In dark and light,
In solace and delight,
In flashback and foresight,
And I feel you,
And I feel closer,
When I write...
When I pick up the pen,
It's for you,
When I bleed it on the page,
It's to you.
From my side,
To your side,
Afterall.....
Afterall.......
Graves don't reply......
~ ShyFi
❤️@heartzzss❤️
With those temporary drugs, I felt alright,
With that fine page and a sleek pen, aligned.
Such a good remedy yet a temporary medicine.
And then comes the plot twist,
Marking the end of my sins
As if you are yourself, the Ganges,
With all your erasing ways.
It's been quite long since I got lost in those eyes,
Those eyes,
Beholding my unmasked sights,
Beholding my blacks and no whites.
White,
As fair as the pages I adore,
As straightforward as my metaphors,
As open as your doors,
As straight as parallels drawn.
Parallels,
Parallels drawn between you and me,
In synergy, on par with each other,
Somewhere unknown, lost and farther.
Parallels aren't meant to meet,
Yet makes this poor heart skip beats.
Beats,
Sometimes I was offbeat,
But you were the melody,
Saving me,
Yet again and again,
Somewhere written in stars beyond skies and space.
Space,
In search of personal space,
I saw you fade away in the haze,
Somewhere handcuffed with those chains.
Chains,
Chains that kept you tied in summers and rains,
In plateaus and plains,
In winters and springs,
Leaving marks on your hands,
With time being lost in the tick of the clock hands.
The way we blended,
They say a good performance should remain unextended,
The way you stayed,
They say even the moon turns red.
You revered the orb,
Orb chasing you and me,
Orb checking on at crucial times,
A selenophile,
You kept emphasising how it makes the darkest night shine,
I kept pointing out Ebon nights,
You kept elaborating on its light,
I kept arguing how it's not her own divine light.
How it borrows from the sun,
and is a mere macro satellite.
Though I love how those floating specters,
Keeping wandering so effortlessly, so freely,
Alone yet congruous,
Kindred yet idiosyncratic.
Just like those eyes,
Just like my beloved pearls floating every night,
Just like those white lies,
Just like how being left out was the only way out, right?
It's been quite long since I got lost in those eyes,
Eyes, eyes which made this dead soul alive,
Eyes, eyes which made this cheap single page into something without price,
Eyes, eyes that changed hell into paradise,
Eyes, eyes which made this insomniac work clockwise,
Eyes, eyes which made this "batman" and those nights sacrifice.
With no ifs and Why's,
I was on my way to survive,
But those two silent sonnets from heaven made me alive.
It's been quite long,
quite long since I told you those silly lies,
quite long since we practised those high-fies,
quite long since we wandered in the city during lonely nights,
quite long since you had flash on me and I said I hate lights,
quite long since we lost those wishing flights,
quite long since we flee that wishing kites.
I miss those times,
And
I am sure you miss those times too.
Moreover,
I miss you,
Day and night,
In dark and light,
In solace and delight,
In flashback and foresight,
And I feel you,
And I feel closer,
When I write...
When I pick up the pen,
It's for you,
When I bleed it on the page,
It's to you.
From my side,
To your side,
Afterall.....
Afterall.......
Graves don't reply......
~ ShyFi
❤️@heartzzss❤️
13.03.202505:39
🌙 Dive into the world of midnight musings! ✍️If you're a lover of deep thoughts, poetry, and aesthetic quotes, this is your space. Join us for late-night reflections, where every word speaks to the soul...🌹
Қайта жіберілді:ampheus
09.03.202504:21
Rust
My lips murmur a song
you often used to sing.
On my freshly shaved cheeks,
I let the alum stick sting.
A familiar stranger in the mirror
looks a few years younger,
recalling the merry times
when he, in his arms, swung her.
The lyrics advance to the bridge—
I'm happy I still remember the tone.
The echoes fill up the bathroom;
they never let me feel alone.
Steel of the blade bears drops
of both blood and water—
tough choices, a tug of war
between life and slaughter.
It chains me tighter than before,
the very thought of being freed.
As I dab the cuts with a smile,
I let my poor heart bleed.
My lips murmur a song
you often used to sing.
On my freshly shaved cheeks,
I let the alum stick sting.
A familiar stranger in the mirror
looks a few years younger,
recalling the merry times
when he, in his arms, swung her.
The lyrics advance to the bridge—
I'm happy I still remember the tone.
The echoes fill up the bathroom;
they never let me feel alone.
Steel of the blade bears drops
of both blood and water—
tough choices, a tug of war
between life and slaughter.
It chains me tighter than before,
the very thought of being freed.
As I dab the cuts with a smile,
I let my poor heart bleed.
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