Grid View
List View
Reposts
  • the_lost_melody 12w

    - R a i n -

    I've been half in love
    with rainy skies,
    cloudy eyes,
    random i love yous.

    I've been counting on
    splattering mud water
    to ruin my clothes,
    to reminiscence
    laughters that followed.

    I've treasured
    childhood innocence,
    in the promises of first rain,
    in the glimpses love,
    that tasted like
    heaven on earth.

    I've entwined
    my soul with my lover,
    dancing bare foot
    on concrete roads.

    I've touched the blues,
    bewitched my senses
    with petrichor.

    Here I stand,
    once again
    under the beguiling grey skies.
    'I'm in love' I whisper softly,
    agonizingly.
    I'm in love,
    and there's no way back home. //


    -melody-

    #senses

    Read More

    / Rain /

    I could keep waiting for you
    In that spot we'd always wait
    In the city, on the park bench
    In the summer, on the pouring rain

    - tomorrow never came, Lana Del Rey

  • the_lost_melody 13w

    • T o r i m o d o s u •

    / The drought was the very worst /

    Dipped my fingers
    in massacre of blues
    Twirled around in
    glittering casualties
    Left my innocence
    at your footsteps
    Crumbled pieces of art
    adorned my room

    / Hung my head as I lost the war
    and the sky turned black like a perfect storm /

    My glory, my pride
    hung askew on a riverbed of tears

    / There was nothing left to do
    When the butterflies turned to dust that covered my whole room
    So I punched a hole in the roof /

    If Satan was lonely
    I'd be his acquittance anew
    Ripped apart myself in pieces
    threw my remains to the wolves

    / The water filled my lungs
    I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing /

    Woke up to sunny days
    feeling the heaviness settle
    in my gut

    Looked up in the mirror
    reflecting messy hair
    dark circles,
    and hollow eyes

    / Rain came pouring down when I was drowning
    That's when I could finally breathe /

    I existed
    until I could triumph the unknown
    I healed
    'til I could breathe sunrises and feel the moonlight soaking in my skin.

    -melody-

    The words in '//' are lyrics from Taylor's song " Clean".
    Inspiration - @_firefly

    #heal

    Read More

    I existed
    until I could triumph the unknown
    I healed
    'til I could breathe sunrises and feel the moonlight soaking in my skin.

    -melody-

  • the_lost_melody 14w

    sehnsucht - (n.) a wistful longing or indescribable yearning in the heart for we know not what

    #touchedc #pod

    Read More

    sehnsucht

    I drunk in morning sunrises and musings perched upon their eyelids
    laughters mingled with sparkling champagne ran to the bridges of your glasses 'til the tremor of my fingertips
    the pain of existence dwelled in the empty spaces between your collarbone, linked to the escaping sighs from your parched lips
    the tulips withered and welted under the scorching heat,
    postcards were left unattended on an unlit porch
    It was the cold November night
    wherein the city lights dimmed
    the skies were the colour of your ebony curls instead of celestial blue, which you usually preferred
    I couldn't recall you in perfections
    so I chased a mirage of you
    down the memory lanes
    high up in the flames of desire I went
    I traced the edges of your ruby stone ring
    and I could remember in perfections
    you and the world that I witnessed through your perceptions
    I'm living Lila
    after you
    breathed your last shine
    I'm smiling Lila
    after you
    touched
    every part of my being
    / in your love I exist, through your love I'm set free /

    -melody-

  • the_lost_melody 15w

    Cyan,

    Do you ever wonder what love looks like? Outside novels and movies? In the world that we live in? I think love is constrained and the choking sounds you make, it's the way your throat closes up when you want to speak the most. It's the raw feeling that gnaws at you and leaves you in between death and living.

    I may be wrong Cyan. But to me love is but the edges of such moments. When one is swallowing cries and still waiting for that comforting touch, that same old familiar voice to tell you it's alright. In the end of the day, no matter how messed up you are, you are their home and they are yours.

    If love was but memories, it wouldn't walk the path of a lifetime. But you see Cyan, it's not memories. It's a slow burn, an imprint on your soul, on your body, on your mind. It's a painful torture that you carry, but it feels right to possess it, to be on the receiving end of something that you would have endless regrets about. To be privileged of such pain, because in turn you have received love. Love, an invisible blanket you can wrap yourself in, even in the darkest and coldest of nights.

    So you see Cyan, why I don't talk about love? Today, I saw you smile at me when you passed by me in the crowded craft fair. Cyan, I think I should stop thinking about you, it's time. Because I'm afraid of love.

    Yours in oceanic raptures of time,
    Lea


    -melody-

  • the_lost_melody 15w

    It's been so long since I posted anything here. I've missed this. It's a letter for a story I might not complete. And I may continue posting this series of letters.

    Until later,
    melody.

    #letterstocyan

    Read More

    Cyan,

    It's 4: 19 am, and I'm writing to you of dawn and lonesomeness. Yesterday, I saw you in the school corridor looking up at the blossoming trees. It was the cherry blossom, wasn't it? Such a pretty color. The baby pink white and rosy hue make it seem frail and delicate, as if I touch it and it would surely vanish into thin air. You are my cherry blossom, Cyan.

    When did I fall for you? I say fall, because yes it's falling for someone, falling for you. I didn't understand this before, it's not a concept you see, it's real, as real as the moment when I saw you fall asleep at your desk opposite mine, as grounded as my eyes that follow yours, as fragile as my feelings that hurt even while you're near.

    So you see Cyan, when I look at you and don't speak at all, when I try concealing my existence in your presence, what I mean is that I like you. And even though I write pages, I don't believe "I like you" simply wraps up what I feel for you.

    Cyan, my favorite tree is the redbud that grows in the secluded spot of our school grounds. Maybe, someday we'll go there together. Did you know? the leaves of the redbud turn golden during fall. I haven't witnessed it yet, and I think it would be wonderful to witness it with you by my side.

    With the love of Spring,
    Lea


    -melody-

  • the_lost_melody 21w

    I like the colours of poppies
    I like how you talk with your hands and eyes glowing
    I like when it rains you smile
    I like how there's an interpretation of things unfathomable
    You maybe a thought, a dream, an emotion
    But you are
    And that's what matters the most to me
    That somehow you exist in planes I could never quite fathom or reach
    You are
    And I smile
    Because somehow, somewhere you exist
    And I love you as unfathomably
    as daringly I can
    There maybe beginnings and endings
    but between you and me
    time is not a concept that's acceptable
    our fingertips meet
    we are immortal
    in everything that we are
    and in everything we've ever dreamed to be

    From each of my tears
    to the pain and breathlessness
    that make home in me
    I pray for you
    I dream of you
    there maybe
    dreadfulness
    a scar that rips open
    days I could not stop turning into nightmares
    but there's hope
    there's you
    and then there's us
    if you're unfathomable
    I'm the answers to your touches and sad smiles
    If love is hurt
    You're the sweetest kind
    There's so much that I could say
    that I want to say
    we're unfathomable
    our laughters that reached the skies
    our drenched clothes
    and warm hugs
    the sunshine in your dark eyes
    the hues of roses on my cheeks
    We are
    and I've loved you for evermore

    ©the_lost_melody

    Read More

    .

  • the_lost_melody 26w

    Do you ever sit and wonder?
    wonder of maybe’s
    and otherworldly possessions
    of time and tide
    and tales as old as time
    Your erratic heartbeat
    and a consciousness that rarely subsides

    Do you sigh wishfully?
    To be anywhere in the waking moment
    but here in the presence of maladies
    Maladies of melancholy and heartache
    Blues that rarely sway at the tempo
    of the shuddering rain
    outside your window sill
    inside your claustrophobic room of arteries

    What do you call
    a child
    who holds on
    to the frail hands
    of her deceased mother?

    My joy, my sadness, my anger
    dissolve in a pit of numbness
    It’s not stubbornness you see
    It’s life
    To be or not to be
    And sometimes all you can do
    is float in black waters of maybe’s
    of silent grief and passing breaths.

    -melody-

    @writersnetwork

    Read More

    .

  • the_lost_melody 26w

    /
    If all I do
    is watch the early mornings
    in a local train
    taking in damp air
    living in the moment
    I'll be fine without you

    If all I do
    is witness
    traffic lights, wet roads
    in mid-summer evenings
    I'll be smiling through hot sunny days

    If all I do
    is look at you
    over a brimming coffee mug
    in a café we call 'ours'
    I'll be scribbling eternities
    on a park bench

    If all I do
    is hold her hand for a little while
    talk about universe and what not
    I'll be at peace if not longing
    to see her again

    If all I do
    is spend my weekends
    lying in your arms
    I'll be loving you a lot
    more than I ought to

    If all I do
    is do what I want to
    I'll be a little less miserable
    if not a poet


    -melody-

    Read More

    .

  • the_lost_melody 26w

    footnotes, guitar strings
    my world tilts
    when you laugh along with me

    weeping willow
    dying embers

    sun shone on your face
    bubbles of joy
    rainbow tinted memories

    hushed whispers
    warm embrace

    a kiss
    and the familiar smell of your cologne

    Some days I live
    Some days I try

    but my soul still reeks of you

    So I stay here
    wrapped in your sweater
    biding my time ( my life )
    to see you again
    one last time

    -melody-

    Read More

    .

  • the_lost_melody 27w

    U n m a d e

    / I wrote poetries for summer
    sung ballads for rain

    Isn't it beautiful
    how life moves on?

    You could never
    quite make sense
    of it all

    So you let your heart flutter
    when your wet hair
    brushed past bare shoulders

    blue skies and blue seas
    a sight you drink in everyday
    yet they enchant you
    again and again

    you behold
    fairytales and fairy lights
    Pixie dust on your fingertips
    and drunken smiles

    you breeze past places
    lend your heart momentarily

    and they think they have you

    how would they know

    how would they know

    you live in haunted homes
    ghosts of memories
    and a face
    that burns
    etching itself
    in your sad eyes
    and heavy heart /

    -melody-

    Read More

    .