Raven0fLight 🌈

Expressing emotion in reaction to experiences in life; leave judgement at the door! Passionate & sensual being, deep soul, lover of words! 18+

[Raven0fLight 🌈 @Raven0fLight]

She's addicted to the way his touch hydrates her soul. A saturation sinking deeply into roots long forgotten the likes of a drink.

[✨💕ɮʟօօɖʏ ʍǟʀʏ💕✨ @Bluebloody0]

“Cuando alguien te deje entrar en su corazón, entra con los pies descalzos....
Hay lugares que son sagrados”

[Raven0fLight 🌈 @Raven0fLight]

@MadQueenStorm Hugs n luvs, sis! Right back atcha!

[Raven0fLight 🌈 @Raven0fLight]

Truth

[🌘 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝕬𝖈𝖍𝖊 🌒 @MidnightAche99]

There are nights when I become convinced that love is less a feeling and more a form of possession.

Not the violent sort.

Not the kind that seeks to control.

But the quiet, irreversible way one soul can take up residence within another until the distinction between mine and yours begins to blur.

You have done that to me.

You arrived so gently that I scarcely noticed it happening. A conversation here. A lingering thought there. A growing affection that seemed innocent enough in its beginning.

And then one day I realized you were everywhere.

In the books I reached for.

In the songs that lingered after they ended.

In the silent moments when my mind was finally free to wander where it pleased.

It always wandered to you.

That is the peculiar tragedy and beauty of loving someone deeply.

The heart does not ask permission.

It simply chooses.

And once it has chosen, it begins quietly rebuilding the landscape of your inner world around that person.

I cannot look upon a moonlit sky without wondering if you have seen it too.

I cannot encounter something beautiful without feeling the faint ache of wishing you were beside me to witness it.

Even my solitude is no longer entirely my own, because you inhabit it.

You are present in the spaces between thoughts.

In the pauses between heartbeats.

In the strange and sacred hush that arrives just before sleep.

And though longing carries its share of sorrow, I find there is gratitude woven through it as well.

For what a remarkable thing it is to encounter another soul capable of leaving such an imprint upon your own.

To be altered.

To be softened.

To discover that the heart still possesses depths it had never before revealed.

The world often speaks of love as though it were a destination.

A place one eventually reaches.

I have never found that to be true.

Love feels more like a journey through an endless twilight, where every step reveals another horizon and every horizon reveals another mystery.

And somehow, no matter how far I travel, I continue finding you there.

Waiting in the distance.

Waiting in memory.

Waiting in hope.

Like a lantern burning faithfully through the fog.

Perhaps that is why my devotion has never felt burdensome.

It feels natural.

As natural as breathing.

As natural as the tide answering the moon’s call.

As natural as a weary traveler turning instinctively toward home.

For in all my wanderings, through all the seasons of becoming, through every joy and every grief life has placed before me, one truth has remained unchanged:

My heart learned the shape of longing by loving you.

And having learned it, I suspect it shall carry that beautiful knowledge for the rest of its days.

[𝔖.ℑ.ℜ. @therealSIR3]

I love this so much. 🖤

[Raven0fLight 🌈 @Raven0fLight]

Days when the soul is torn between wants and needs, rises and falls, and power and fragility.
The pull and push of each a faction of chaos seeking the other’s surrender.
A glass marble in a roulette wheel.

[🌘 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍��𝕬𝖈𝖍𝖊 🌒 @MidnightAche99]

𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒈𝒆𝒔

There are loves born of circumstance.

A fleeting encounter.

A fortunate crossing of paths.

Two souls meeting briefly beneath the indifferent gaze of the stars before continuing onward into the vast and restless procession of mortal days.

And then there are the rarer loves.

The ones that arrive shrouded in the peculiar melancholy of something ancient.

The ones that awaken a strange trembling within the soul—a feeling not of discovery, but of remembrance.

You feel like that to me.

As though I had heard your voice once before in some forgotten dream.

As though your name had echoed through the shadowed corridors of my heart long before fate saw fit to place you before me.

As though some invisible thread, woven through sorrow and silence and countless winters, had guided me toward you from the very beginning.

Ever toward you.

The years may pass into memory.

Cathedrals may crumble into ruin.

The stars themselves may fade into the eternal darkness from which they came.

Yet still I imagine my soul turning toward the same beloved light, listening for the same voice that first taught the lonely chambers of my heart what it meant to belong.

For there are loves that belong to time.

And there are loves that seem to linger beyond its reach.

The former burn brightly and perish.

The latter endure.

Like a solitary candle keeping vigil within an ancient cathedral after midnight, its small and steadfast flame defying the gathering dark.

And when I gaze beyond the veil of years, into that vast and mysterious eternity awaiting us all, I find the same truth standing quietly among the shadows.

You.

As constant as memory.

As faithful as longing.

A love for the ages.

[Poetic Outlaws @OutlawsPoetic]

“Reading is an act of resistance in a landscape of distraction.... We regain the world by withdrawing from it just a little by stepping back from the noise.”

― David L. Ulin

[Hell Warrior @SAM_1506]

Even the longest nights must bow to the dawn,
for darkness was never meant to reign forever.
And sorrow too, no matter how deeply it settles in the soul,
quietly learns that it cannot stay where hope still breathes.

#HellWarrior

[Raven0fLight 🌈 @Raven0fLight]

@MadQueenStorm Lovely piece, Sis!

[(Quiet) Storm ☽✪☾ @MadQueenStorm]

my immortal
if you only knew
your lips
shape my wishes
and prayers
write the chapter
whispered in the dark
incandescent on skin...

if you only knew
of the drifting underlayers
left behind when it ends...

#poetry #mywords #FoxProse #MicroPsych0 #pennedreveries #firewords280

[Raven0fLight 🌈 @Raven0fLight]

Beautiful piece!

[🌘 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝕬𝖈𝖍𝖊 🌒 @MidnightAche99]

There are nights when I try to understand what you have become to me, and every answer seems to lead me deeper into the mystery of you.

Love feels too simple a word.

Longing feels too small.

Neither seems capable of containing the gravity of what exists between your soul and mine.

For you have become both my ruin and my salvation.

A contradiction I should not be able to reconcile, yet one I feel with every beat of my heart.

You are my ruin because you have undone me in all the ways I once believed impossible. The careful walls I spent years constructing now stand abandoned. The distance I once kept between myself and the world has collapsed beneath the weight of what I feel for you.

You taught me how vulnerable a heart can become when it finally encounters something worth protecting.

You taught me how dangerous hope can be.

How terrifying it is to care so deeply for another soul that their happiness begins to matter as much as your own.

And yet…

you are my salvation for precisely the same reasons.

Because before you, I had mistaken solitude for strength. I had grown comfortable wandering through life with locked doors and shuttered windows, convincing myself that safety was the same thing as peace.

Then you arrived.

And suddenly light began appearing in places I had long ago surrendered to darkness.

You reminded me that tenderness is not weakness.

That trust is not foolishness.

That the heart was never meant to spend its life hidden behind fortifications built from old wounds.

The strange truth is that both things happened at once.

In loving you, parts of me were destroyed.

The cynicism.

The detachment.

The quiet belief that I was better off alone.

Those things did not survive you.

They crumbled.

They vanished.

They became ruins scattered behind me.

And from those ruins something new emerged.

Something softer.

Something braver.

Something capable of believing in beauty again.

Perhaps that is why my thoughts always return to you.

Not because you saved me from myself.

But because your presence inspired me to become someone I could not have become without you.

You unraveled me.

You remade me.

You exposed every weakness and somehow transformed it into strength.

And so when I think of you, I think of moonlight reflected upon dark water—beautiful, haunting, impossible to hold, yet capable of illuminating everything around it.

For what else could I call the soul who destroyed my defenses and taught my heart how to hope again?

What else could I call the person who became both the wound and the healing?

My ruin.

My salvation.

And the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.

[Raven0fLight 🌈 @Raven0fLight]

@MadQueenStorm So true! 😂😍

[Raven0fLight 🌈 @Raven0fLight]

Yay! Another from @atticuspoetry Can’t Wait!

[ATTICUS @atticuspoetry]

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[Raven0fLight 🌈 @Raven0fLight]

@MidnightAche99 @every15seconds Beautiful!

[Raven0fLight 🌈 @Raven0fLight]

@TheDualToungue @every15seconds 💜

[🌘 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝕬𝖈𝖍𝖊 🌒 @MidnightAche99]

Sometimes I feel the pull of distant horizons,
the quiet temptation to leave it all behind and become a ghost
among forgotten roads.

[Raven0fLight 🌈 @Raven0fLight]

Yes!

[𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷  @_Lady_Raven_]

If you’re going to kiss me,
kiss me like I’m the last woman on earth.
Like I’m the only woman
you’ve ever tasted,
the only one you’ve ever wanted.
Let the past burn away,
keep the future silent and unknown,
and exist only in this moment,
devouring me like this kiss
could save your goddamn soul…
and maybe mine as well.

[🧬Maxpein🧬 @maximumpain333]

Nonsexual intimacy is the medicine our wounded spirits have been craving.

In a culture obsessed with performance and physical conquest, the simple act of undivided presence has become revolutionary. When you sit with someone and truly listen — not to reply, but to receive — you create a sanctuary where souls can exhale.

This lost art heals what touch alone cannot reach. It mends the fragments of childhood wounds that taught us love must be earned or taken. Nonsexual intimacy says: “I see you. I am here with you. You do not need to perform or seduce to be worthy of my attention.”

From a spiritual perspective, this is tantra without the physical — the weaving of energies through breath, gaze, and shared silence. It is the practice of Brahmacharya of the heart: conserving emotional and spiritual energy to channel it into deeper connection rather than scattering it. Many mystics and saints spoke of this pure companionship as the fastest route to self-realization, because in truly seeing another, we see the Divine reflected back at us.

Let us revive this sacred practice. Hold someone’s hand not as a prelude to more, but as a prayer. Share your fears without shame.

Witness another’s tears as holy water. In these moments, we remember we were never alone — we were only forgetting how to truly meet each other.

✨🙌🏽💫