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[seraphinesaintclair]

“Birthday Poem II” by Seraphine Saintclair

[lovebloodandmonsters]

— Carolina Outcrop

[poetricismic]

Unloving us...You, me and the chaos of our fall...

Poetricismic

[one-eye-crane]

Love so natural

To love you is like to breathe

An action that is natural

An action that is so thoughtless I tend to forget I do it

But when I remember it is the forefront of my mind

And slowly it seeps into the back of my mind

And loving you is once again my average state of being.

[something-sweet-n-spicy]

[annoyingdreamlanddestiny]

Another world to find you, another time to feel your warmth.

@annoyingdreamlanddestiny

[21stcenturysucks]

"The sensitive suffer more; but they love more, and dream more."

Augusto Cury

[shusays]

Isn't it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?

Charles Lindbergh

[chand-ki-priyatama]

I desire water after burning my mouth

Even though it intensifies the burning sensation

I desire the cause of destruction to make amends

Even though it was the reason for the destruction

You my love are like the water to a burnt mouth

You are my destruction

I am your salvation

You are what would break me

But I love to believe that you are the one who would make me

The feeling which I get after seeing you can't be described

It feels as if I am gaining and losing my heartbeat and life all at once.....

-K.Y 💗

PS- @thatstolenpayal thank you so much for this wonderful idea

[seraphinesaintclair]

“Death’s Fingers” by Seraphine Saintclair

[lovebloodandmonsters]

"And that sweet summer, bred by my own hand, would be conquered by now, if you were my homeland."

— Carolina Outcrop, from the poetry collection 'Dreams of June and the Strawberry Moon'

[adrn89]

There are people who are going to try to darken your light, but they forget that the light shines brighter in the dark.

My Heart & Mind

[one-eye-crane]

There’s a current that flows through us,

A thread that holds us together,

A connection that runs from me to you.

You’re in my thoughts at every moment,

It’s a sweet sort of pain that brings me but,

You know me like a book you've read a thousand times,

Able to recite my every line,

You know my every part and every move.

But I find that even the vibrations we create fall into harmony,

The bones beneath our flesh sing the same sweet melody,

The synchrony of lives is bound by love,

A bond so eternal it shall outlive us.

[prathwrites]

I believe that the reason why everyone writes poetry is a person hidden in their heart, who either still lives in it or has left.

[peach-child]

Okay, our love has run out.

- peach-child