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[edwards-diskodick]

"i think couples are like the moon and the sun," he caressed my cheek one night as we were on the cusp on consciousness and sleep.

"how so?"

“well, you know how both the sun and the moon love the earth? they have different ways of showing it." his hands ran through my hair absent mindedly- his eyes were focused off into a point in the distance my eyes would never find.

it was only a matter of time before it ended and his anger came back. his rage, his rage that was so hot it burned cold- a rage so hot it ran like ice in his veins, freezing blood and the last few traces of humanity he had left. but his anger was never directed at me, nor anyone else. maybe he was constantly just angry with himself, without even knowing why. i suspected that he didn't even know when or how he was angry- he just was.

"the sun, it's so important. it's like, the lifeline, it's what makes everything live. and yet, too much sun can kill whatever life exists on earth. too much love and, boom," he imitated a blast with his hands. i giggled. "and then, there's the moon. gods, the moon. people say that it's just cold, and barren and just reflects the sun's light. but i think the moon takes the harsh yellow of the sun and turns it into this silvery, whitish glow that wouldn't hurt a soul. isn't that so poetic?"

i was silent for a second. "that's a very interesting metaphor."

he nodded, eyes refocusing and coming back to the moment we were in- the bed with the creaky springs, the faded blanket, the curl of my hair and the curve of his arm. “you're my moon, you know? you hold me so tight it freezes all the yellow i have inside."

"i know."

[writing-from-the-closet]

Explore - Halifax, Canada

Duncan’s Cove trail Through my eyes: The story of the water, the sea, the greenlands, and the breeze. Everyone has heard tales of orange hues, but let me share a story of when the sun stands high in the sky. It’s 2:00 PM, and the sun, at its zenith, demands my jacket’s surrender to the heat. I step from the car, and a chilled air sweeps through, born from the vast blue ocean, traveling…

[thesecretstoriesofme]

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[cutiebishh]

Echoes of the Past

The aching within can be soothed, but I have yet to find the permanent remedy.

Religion is just like giving someone a dry bandage and some hard liquor for a festering wound… makes you feel something different for a while, but it doesn’t fix the problem.

Alcohol wasn’t the answer, as that only lead to dependency and debt.

Becoming numb doesn’t work, because eventually the veil breaks and you DO come to the surface. Like having been underwater, looking up from the bottom of a lake. Drowning, suffocating daily.

Realizing it’s not just a movie in your head.

There are the good days, the feeling being like a high. A sigh of relief, the inhale of freshness, the heightened vision behind the smoke.

It never lasts long enough before the burning fire of internal imbalance in the background consumes again and the smoke once more chokes me out.

So, I trudge on. Searching for the ocean so it’s waves may quench the fires, the salt stinging and soothing my wounds. Then I can feel the relief, even if only for a while.

[nickadiguburke]

~ Blooming Love ~ My heart was an empty vase. Then, your love came along to fill it, A bouquet sent from the gods. Hard work, the water, To keep the blooms blooming - Day after day, Year after year, To stop our love, From decaying. ~ Nick Adigu Burke ~ #lovepoem #poemaboutlove #happylovepoem #poeticlove #poeticprose #poeticlines #iloveyoupoetry #NickAdigBurke #poeticwriter #instapoem #instapoetry #mypoetry #lovepoems #heartwarmingpoetry #poetryformarriage #lovingwords #lovingpoetry #poetrycommunity #committedtopoetry (at Holmfirth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSpr8GkqBP0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[anonymouslypoeticoffical]

what's life without love? what's love without brokenness, loneliness, and hurt feelings ©

Nikki Nyx

[pikanotte]

"Memory" 16. & 18. July 2021 A good memory of the day before we got together vs the exhausting/frustrating negative memories; remembering, social difficulties, slow thinking, slow answering and so on. Read the text on the image too. #sketchadayapp #memory #memoriesforlife #memories #penandwatercolorillustrations #penandwatercolor #penandwatercolour #positivevsnegative #negativevspositive #textart #textandimage #poeticwriting #poeticwords #poetic #watercolour #watercolorandpen #psychology (at Molde, Norway) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRhV0oMLOYs/?utm_medium=tumblr

[anotherangrygirl]

December 12, 2017

maybe it all meant nothing

or maybe it meant everything.

maybe we depend on maybes to reassure us,

because it certainly didn’t end well -

at least not for me

but you don’t want to spend time thinking about that, do you?

instead,

you want to think about the endless 

maybes and the what - ifs.

and perhaps thats why we never worked out -

you were hung up on maybe

while I was standing right beside you, in certainty. 

[edwards-diskodick]

it was half past one am and i was reading a book again, draped over the sofa. moonage daydream was playing in the background- his choice. his head was lying on my shoulder, and my fingers were following an inaudible rhythm as i unconsciously stroked his hair.

he was asleep, i thought. i shifted to relieve my back of the pain- but he stirred and grumbled.

"sorry,"

“don't be," he murmured, a finger brushing the temple of my reading glasses and easing them off. i wondered how he did it. how he trained his fingers and his hands and his palms to be so gentle and slow when they had been meant to hold guns and knives with cruel aggression and precision. "what are you reading?"

"it's this book,-"

"wonder of wonders,"

"shut up," i grinned, tapping his forehead. "it's about this guy who goes back in time and meets his ancestors."

"and?"

"there's no and. that's it- he meets his ancestors. why does there need to be more?"

he contemplated that for a moment and nodded, shrugging.

"may i have those back?" i gestured towards my glasses, he placed them back on my nose, pushing the brow bar to make it fit snugly.

i continued reading, and he began humming along to the song. he used to call me moonage sometimes- more so because it had a vulgar other meaning. he was such a boy sometimes, i forgot what he was capable of. "i hope my ancestors see some of you in my face if i ever am to meet them."

he spoke suddenly- i wasn't expecting it. "hmm? is this your way of asking me to marry you?"

he grinned, fidgeting with a thread on the armrest. "not really," he said, "ancestors, not descendants."

"how would that work?"

"when all of this is over, i'll be at your feet, ruined, and everyone who ever knew me will somehow know you through everything i say or do. it'll be unavoidable, the mark you leave. they'll just know."

i couldn't say anything- what could i even respond with? i merely reached down and brushed a lingering kiss over his curls and settled back into reading, my fingers now following the rhythm of his humming.

'the church of man, love,' i whispered along, 'is such a holy place to be.'

[yesimmortalspiritblog]

Thank you @_poets.anonymous_ - I am not sure what poem you will feature and uncertain if it is from a prompt challenge. But, I am ever so grateful to you! Again, thank you!😉🌹🌹🌹 . . . . . #featuredpoens #poetry #communityofpoets #poetsrock👌👌 #poeticwriters #featuredpoems #poetryreading (at Poetry by the Bay) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByrY2i0Bx8-/?igshid=jl9owbv9kxsy

[kevinguru407]

Her words travel distances to her young meeting them physically at every milestone There's nothing in comparison to Mother's Love in Season and out of Season Traces of her Love are seen like the sun or moon Gracing the skyline with Divine Light A Lioness's Perfect Protective Covering like that of "The Hand of God" Grace and Mercy to follow them all the days of their lives Surely, this is Excellence Crowned in Glory "A work, Well Done" for a Servant of LOVE Supernal Glory as she went toe to toe with a Judge " I know their fate" it begins with me My Life today Tomorrow's Seed It's what's dear to me I yield my Blessings my time for Wisdom The world didn't give it And the World Can't take it For them, I Yield An ultimate sacrifice Young Princess now Queen with own Reign A Prince, now King with Words My grandchildren I shield from the Cold World Now, Set my Heart and Soul in Place where my Prayers carry them onward and upward into magestic beginnings all while the Glory Of a Just God confirmed them To Believe and Be I paint pictures before God with Loving Arms that are full of Love this day and forevermore My Pride and Joy "You made it" Amen I'm never too far from your calls I declare before God I Love You............. Kevin Guru©2020 A Mother's Love #wordporn #poetry #poetess #poet #Spirituality #melanin #instapoet #instagrampoet #poemofthenight #poetsmind #poemsthatspeak #maledepression #communityofpoets #poetssociety #lifepoems #blackpoets #spilledink #inkpoetry #innercry #soulpoetry #souljourney #writer #writersofinstagram #poetic #poeticjustice #poeticwriting #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #poemsfromtheheart (at Thomasville Heights) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIWq7wxDcKd/?igshid=qtk1hmryxwnw

[serenitysearcher]

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[anonymouslypoeticoffical]

~Again~ here we are, we meet again my dear lovely friend it seems lately you've been so close to me, yet still far away but i can feel only your presence everywhere i go. so my dear old friend how  long are we gonna do this dance? till you finally catch me in my steps or till im old and gray and you steal my soul away, so that i can forever see that lovely face ive grown my entire life?

Nikki Nyx

[rainbow-2-faded-blog]

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[anotherangrygirl]

December 28, 2017

I always heard tales of

best friends or lovers

turning into strangers, 

Scoffed. Because of how 

unrealistic that is - 

how can one see into

your soul, know you, and then

Abandon that? 

Now, I feel the words of those stories 

suffocating me, 

for I have seen reality -

And sometimes, 

even fairytales tell the 

truth. 

[stealthizm]

'To My Reflection' by Omar Lora (2/4) I HAVE LET YOU INSIDE MY BLOOD, EVERY BREATH, BODY, AND LIMITLESS SOUL COMPLETELY INSIDE OF ME, I WOULD HAVE TO LITERALLY TEAR MYSELF APART, TO EVER LET YOU GO AND WITH ALL THAT ARMOR, MY DARLING, THAT YOU HAD AND WHAT'S LEFT OF IT WHAT'S UNDERNEATH AND LIVES INSIDE OF YOU, CAN NEVER, WILL EVER, BE DESTROYED #grateful #gratitude #love #proposal #marriage #willyoumarryme #family #unconditionallove #poem #poems #writer #writerscommunity #poeticheart #quotes #poeticwriter #quotestoliveby #couples #lovingcouples #fiance #shesaidyes #foreverlove #lifecoach #thatsmybaby @rebelliousawakening 💍 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt8w5fmnqFF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mhg7t8s9vaqj