Diego dela Vega

I saw her that day by chance; our eyes met for an instant, but we both looked back at one another and held the gaze for a few seconds and she gave me a small smile. 1/5

Lonely days fade Slowly Like the last icicle After the storm Drip Drip Until one day You are just numb Cold Empty One drop away From oblivion The walls don’t Keep others out They keep A calloused heart Prisoner So you stay inside Because no place Feels like home

she keeps magic trapped in witch’s purse a queen in crimson one eye cast near another across the world she washes her sword in the mouths of the dead 🖤 #ωнιѕρєяѕ #FoxProse Image by @TheUnclean

before we learned to speak there is a pause the world forgets to notice where everything loosens its grip and somehow we find each other there

05/22 @FireWriters35 #FireWriters35 📸: Unknown – Prompt Photo She sat quietly, trying to process everything happening around her. So many people had tried to break her, to dim her light simply because she refused to become what they expected her to be. She was raw, real, and unapologetically transparent. Yet somehow, her honesty was labeled as negativity, not because she was wrong, but because she refused to conform to the comfort of their version of her. Her story was built from horror, survival, healing, and rebirth. Every scar carried a lesson. Every setback became another reason to rise stronger than before. There were moments when the rejection stung, when the silence and judgment echoed louder than her own thoughts. But deep down, she reminded herself of where she had been and how far she had already come. She carried small reminders of her past, not as chains to hold her back, but as proof that she survived every storm meant to destroy her. While others focused on who she used to be, she kept her eyes fixed on who she was becoming. They believed their rejection would weaken her. Instead, it closed doors that were never meant to remain open in her life. Looking at herself now, she realized she was better for it. Stronger. Happier. More at peace with the people who truly saw her worth without asking her to shrink herself to fit their expectations. What once felt like loss had quietly become freedom.

You are the song My heart sings When it needs To feel connection

the learned carry the flags don’t speak but they move like something trying to remember how morning settles quietly on rows that were never meant to be rows just names, years, and the weight of being stopped mid-sentence

i held onto you leaving no crevasse between us a lifeline on a slipping glacier you kept me from vanishing #crevasse #vss365 #uropoet 📸 from X

Butterfly did not pass judgment on the color of the flower She simply stopped for a bite to eat and continued on her way #vss365

Late at night We dare the cosmos Challenge all time With our arrogance Gazing into unknowns Until we are seen In stillness, we breathe Feeling a greater gaze Fixed on our faces Locked in our eyes Minimizing our presence Which the moon holds 📷 Elliot McGucken @Amatoryq #Amatory

Stare into the night Alone in darkness Restrained By the world Test your conscience Find release With each breath Stretch yourself Until the cords have Cracked open Your universe revealed Learn in that moment how Shadows bound the light 📷 Johan Swanepoel @Amatoryq #Amatory

unfinished no answers just a puzzle between us unfitted edges your nearness hesitating like breath caught pieces shifted in stillness mine— no steadier we stayed there in the almost

the call of an inspirited agathist the song sung in a radio’s dna an opera from crushed lips where the seed of hope rests with a soaring seagull just please don’t promise me a good time in vain #pennedreveries #loveletters #OurPoetryX #BraveWrite #kaytpoemprompts #firewords280

our sympathetic symphony drives us to find that release pulsing beats in syncopation when the magic in a witch’s purse changes madness to intimacy shadows bound by the light trapped inside her precious valley forfeit escape for nameless pleasures a burning bridge in sanity lost

I wear the face that nothing happened. It fits well enough from the outside. Inside, it bleeds a little more each day, a quiet tax of pretending. Nobody sees the bill. I keep paying it anyway.

I think i saw you in my dreams I guess that's what happens When your thoughts Have nowhere to go

In stillness, we breathe And slowly find release Locked within your eyes I cracked open Like silence breaking Under moonlight The moon still holds us While shadows Bind the light @Amatoryq #Amatory

#vss365 #judgement first love a fluttering belly brimming with bubbles of stars free from judgement, innocent a melting, trembling pool gone calm first love, an unremembered song 🖤 #ωнιѕρєяѕ

05/22 @Amatoryq #amatory 📸: Elliot McGucken The wall stood like an ancient guardian, rough stone carved by time, its hollowed center framing the setting sun like a secret only the earth understood. Dust danced in the golden light spilling through the opening, and in that quiet glow, we lingered, #in_stillness,_we_breathe, afraid to speak and disturb the fragile moment. The world beyond the wall seemed distant, softened by amber hues, as if everything that mattered had narrowed to that circle of light and the silence we shared inside it. You turned toward me, sunlight catching your face through the broken stone, and suddenly I was #locked_in_your_eyes, unable to remember anything but the way dusk wrapped around us. Somewhere above, the sky deepened into twilight, and I felt it settle gently over our moment, #the_moon_holds what the sun leaves behind. And even as the light faded from the wall, I knew this stillness, this quiet connection carved between stone and sky, would remain long after the day slipped away.

05/22 @FireWriters35 #FireWriters35 📸: Unknown – Prompt Photo Their life was suddenly in upheaval, the kind that stops time and leaves you standing in the silence of what once was. Everything familiar came to an abrupt halt, and at first, the questions flooded her anxious mind without mercy: How will we make it? How will I provide? Can I survive everything I’ve built being torn apart? She didn’t have the answers, not yet. All she had was the weight of uncertainty and the quiet pull of something deeper within her, even when everything feels like it’s falling apart. What she did know was this: their future now belonged to her. She could let herself fade into numbness, or she could rise and rewrite the story entirely. And so, she chose. She would not be the victim. She would become the survivor, the warrior she once was but stronger now. She made a list, then another list - organizing, moving, acting. Each small step became proof that she was still in control. She would close this chapter without letting it define her and step forward with steady resolve. Life just puts speed bumps on our road that we call life. You can either drive a little dainty sports car and have to stop for every one of those bumps, or you can drive a jacked up 4-wheel drive truck with a 9-inch lift and run over those bumps like they are a tiny stick in your way. You make those decisions. And live your best life.