🌘MidnightAcheπŸŒ’ (@midnightache99) 's Twitter Profile
🌘MidnightAcheπŸŒ’

@midnightache99

πŸ”žAries, 34 y/o toxic male, I write the kind of words that make you imagine lips brushing skin, heat rising, and the silence lingers. Taken, by my muse. 🀍🀍🀍

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calendar_today30-09-2025 07:23:07

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Computer Angel (@chocho168803622) 's Twitter Profile Photo

In twilight's hush she bends, a fragile form, beneath the boughs where dying roses swarm; her gown, once pale as moonlight's fleeting grace, now weeps with crimson ink across her face. Petals fall like blood from open wounds, thorns tattoo her arms in whispered runesβ€”

In twilight's hush she bends, a fragile form,  
beneath the boughs where dying roses swarm;  
her gown, once pale as moonlight's fleeting grace,  
now weeps with crimson ink across her face.  

Petals fall like blood from open wounds,  
thorns tattoo her arms in whispered runesβ€”
ηˆͺγ„’ηˆͺ (@thesoulshadow) 's Twitter Profile Photo

There is a quiet, exhausting violence in waking up every day and forcing your ghost back into its skin, just to politely say "good morning" to a world that has no idea what you survived in the dark

Chris (@c391990) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Let the world have your smile. Let them have your kindness. But your fears,your scars, your shadows... Those belong to me. I don't need much... Only your soul, so I can guard it like something sacred.

Let the world have your smile.
Let them have your kindness.
But your fears,your scars,
your shadows...
Those belong to me.
I don't need much...
Only your soul,
so I can guard it 
like something sacred.
Computer Angel (@chocho168803622) 's Twitter Profile Photo

There is something sacred in loving with the heart flung wide, in letting affection run generous and true, untamed, unmeasured, untied. No careful count, no stingy reserve, no teaspoon drops when the soul craves a sea; just open floodgates, reckless and pure,

There is something sacred  
in loving with the heart flung wide,  
in letting affection run generous and true,  
untamed, unmeasured, untied.  

No careful count, no stingy reserve,  
no teaspoon drops when the soul craves a sea;  
just open floodgates, reckless and pure,
Midwest Fantasy (@midwestfantasy) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Linger longer with me in this crazed venture called life take the twisted turns with me let’s get lost in the meadow where nature’s dance is wild free unencumbered and forget what drives our minds insane instead remember life’s lulling hum when we live for each other

Linger longer with me
in this crazed venture
called life
take the twisted turns
with me
let’s get lost in the meadow
where nature’s dance is
wild
free
unencumbered
and forget what drives
our minds insane
instead
remember life’s lulling hum
when we live for each other
The Poetry Witch πŸ₯€ (@thepoetrywitch) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Here is My wildflower letter To you As the tears Made bloom Gardens of hope And clouded sorrows Have eased Into skies of brilliant blue While the death of you Seemingly came too soon In life I mourned you Because I always knew And the sun still found me Standing in truth

Here is
My wildflower letter 
To you
As the tears 
Made bloom 
Gardens of hope
And clouded sorrows
Have eased 
Into skies of brilliant blue
While the death of you 
Seemingly came too soon
In life I mourned you
Because I always knew 
And the sun still found me 
Standing in truth
Dave 1411 (@acyrunway13) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I'm drifting over open wounds That held the depths of unspoken words Hindsight, speaks from a distance So let me be blunt - I'm no longer obsessed With these hollowed walls Holding the weight... Of our broken kiss #vss365 #Obsessed #poetry πŸ“· Pinterest Image

I'm drifting over open wounds
That held the depths of unspoken words

Hindsight, speaks from a distance 
So let me be blunt -

I'm no longer obsessed
With these hollowed walls
Holding the weight...
  Of our broken kiss

#vss365 #Obsessed #poetry 
πŸ“· Pinterest Image
ηˆͺγ„’ηˆͺ (@thesoulshadow) 's Twitter Profile Photo

People love to judge the book by its cover, then complain about "mixed signals" when the chapters start burning their hands. You didn't want to understand the dark; you just wanted a tragedy you could safely put back on the shelf when it got too real

πŸŒͺ️ Wonderful Disaster πŸŒͺ️ OFFLINE (@burning_heart_5) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Big egos small hearts. Heartless personalities insecure souls and yet, they love. Constantly Time passes They grow old But their pain never does. Anger follows them born from guilt they refuse to face. 1/2

Big egos
small hearts.

Heartless personalities
insecure souls
and yet, they love.

Constantly
Time passes
They grow old
But their pain
never does.

Anger follows them
born from guilt
they refuse to face.

1/2
πŸŒͺ️ Wonderful Disaster πŸŒͺ️ OFFLINE (@burning_heart_5) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Just a touch in those ordinary days when breathing feels heavy and your chest forgets how to rise. Think of his words then ask yourself why you keep crying over and over because of him. Rebuild yourself slowly piece by piece. 1/2

🌘MidnightAcheπŸŒ’ (@midnightache99) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I love you. I miss you. And when everything else is stripped away, that’s what this is really about. Not the easy moments, not the days when everything falls neatly into place. It’s about this. Being there for each other when the miles feel long, when the hours stretch out,

I love you. I miss you.

And when everything else is stripped away, that’s what this is really about.

Not the easy moments, not the days when everything falls neatly into place. It’s about this. Being there for each other when the miles feel long, when the hours stretch out,
π’―π“‡π“Šπ’Ήπ“Ž (@changedhandle1) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Broken bones swallowed whole The meat was easier to digest I wonder if they miss you yet Now I can finally rest Lest they will do find out But well in my defense When hunger pangs I use my fangs And you You were a shitty friend I live without regret And surely will not fret I

Broken bones swallowed whole
The meat was easier to digest
I wonder if they miss you yet
Now I can finally rest 
Lest they will do find out
But well in my defense
When hunger pangs
I use my fangs
And you
You were a shitty friend
I live without regret
And surely will not fret
I
🌘MidnightAcheπŸŒ’ (@midnightache99) 's Twitter Profile Photo

𝑻𝒉𝒆 π‘«π’†π’—π’π’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 π‘Άπ’–π’•π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’” 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π‘΅π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• Longing can feel like a weight upon the chest. Not the soft, dreamy thing poets so often promise when they speak of loveβ€”but something heavier. Something that settles into the bones when the night grows still,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 π‘«π’†π’—π’π’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 π‘Άπ’–π’•π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’” 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π‘΅π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•

Longing can feel like a weight upon the chest.

Not the soft, dreamy thing poets so often promise when they speak of loveβ€”but something heavier. Something that settles into the bones when the night grows still,