reaching-verity
reaching-verity
If poetry is your muse...
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is this who we are? two souls in this universe meant to be apart?
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reaching-verity · 2 months ago
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when clarice lispector said “respect yourself more than others, respect your needs, respect even what is bad in you—respect especially what you imagine to be bad in you—for the love of God, don’t try to make yourself into somebody perfect—don’t copy an ideal person, copy yourself—that is the one way to live. take for yourself what belongs to you, and what belongs to you is all that your life demands. it seems like an amoral moral. but what is truly amoral is having given up on yourself. have the courage to transform yourself, my darling”
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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Woman, Eat Me Whole, Ama Asantewa Diaka
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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i remember how her green eyes would sparkle like emeralds, it was as if the morning sun poured through them
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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Some nights I wonder if I dreamed you — then I feel the ache in my chest, and I know you’re real.
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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Jane Dade.
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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"Cigarette in Rain"
Morning walks feel more like drifting, the world a blurred echo of a life I never asked for. Each step to school is less a journey, more a surrender.
Thoughts hang like stormclouds in my throat — the ones that whisper about ending things before they ever begin.
Then I see it — a cigarette in a pool of rainwater, still whole, unlit, untouched, yet already drowned.
It doesn’t move. Just lies there, perfect in its defeat, clean in a way that feels impossible — like something once meant for fire now softened by the weight of everything it didn’t become.
And somehow, I see myself in it. Not smoking, not burnt out, just there — soaked in silence, floating in a world too heavy to carry.
No wind. No ripple. Just me and that cigarette, both waiting for something to change.
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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Anne Sexton.
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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Was It a Dream?
— by Adolf Arthur Dehn
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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The Mosaic Floor (1995)
— by Ralph Heimans
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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Waning Moon Before Dawn (1871)
— by Filippo Palizzi
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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No revenge, because one day you'll look back and realize that unlike everyone else, i genuinely had the purest intentions with you and just wanted to love you.
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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Forever a "I understand" with a constant heavy heart.
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reaching-verity · 3 months ago
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