And I want to write -
Specifically for you, about you, how I feel.
But there's a lump in my throat
And I'm not sure where it came from.
I have been trying to cough the words up around it
With no such luck, it all just gets caught.
And my chest hurts, full of so much unsaid,
Like a lovesick heartburn.
Just hold on a little longer, could you?
It all eventually has to come up.
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"Can I get a romantic moodboard for Rocky Rickaby (Lackadaisy) x Twilight Sparkle (MLP/4 season)? Palette is purple and blue, aesthetic of shooting stars, violins, love poetry, hearts and hooves? " -anon requested
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chilled into numbness
clumsy is the rhythm of
a frostbitten heart
- Cora Finch
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The long winter night,
I dwell over the thought
That harboured in my bosom
For in my cottage i sit alone
My thoughts kept resurfacing
I questioned the idea of my existence
The existence..!
Tough, isn’t it ..?
The purpose of life
The meaning of love
That once a man proclaimed,
“i love you, darling:
For you i would cross oceans and mountains…”
The story is quite repetitive, perhaps!
The illusion of love i started to chase
Little did i know
He was a smooth talker
Someone who would play with words
Win you over,
Shower you with compliments and chocolates
Leave you stranded
On a cold night, streets deserted
Well, the memories started to play
The shadows dark and haunting
I sit in my hut of letters
Pondered for a while
I didn’t know tears blurred my vision
But my lips curved upwards
Strange, isn’t it?
Well,
I learnt life is not about falling in love
It is about experiences and memories
That you share in the moment
The memories hurt,
But I wonder
Will he ever be able to sleep again
Knowing he broke a heart
That was already broken!
…..
-sea
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Once paper boats, now warships
Seven folds of man’s ego trip
Paper hearts were made to rip
Murals of faces, blacked with grime
Drones and bombs sing lullabies at bedtime
This is what happens when art is crime
Soured frosting on a birthday cake
Exit wounds in place of heartache
The school is rubble at daybreak
No words to voice their consternation
Children forged in revolution
Become its teeth, its serration
Paper hearts, folded once, now folded twice
Shown dreams of ecstasy and paradise
Paper hearts, misguided, now folded thrice
Young men take despots for commanders
Trained in death, destruction, and slander
Their graves marked only by pink oleander
Paper hearts, creased, unfolded
Children turned to men blindfolded
By zealots, fear, and hunger moulded
This is not about you or me
This happens to be what happens to be
Or are you, too, blindfolded and cannot see?
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Writing Succession
My mind���s in a daze, a fumbled state. I’m trying to solve its maze, so words can flow like a rippling lake; but my creativity is bound, limited to my mistake. There’s more words to say, but this is my only way to exchange pain, so my written flow is all the same. But now I’m tossing that desire and watching it burn in the fire, so my words don’t remain dire, and with this causality my words won’t lack originality, within this continuous write I’ll change the similarity and write something with less familiarity.
~ In Awe ~
Date Originally Created: March 8th 2023
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All my friends are toxic.....
ooooh laaaaazy....the sunday was too laaazy...and 6days more for a new year and that was soo craaazy...as the year passed away too much amazing with ups and downs as a tide does ...in a see which was breezy.
Merry Christmas and advance happy new year 💓💓💓
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