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cf-bundy · 2 years
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Pain hurts but grief alters.
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adhd-creativity · 1 year
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A poem I wrote about mushroom picking 🍄✨️
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thesilentgazer · 1 year
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Anger is powerful. That is why you ask it to hide. Anger is grief's sister. She is mad, absolutely livid, that you try to hurt her. Anger is the father of sadness. He cannot believe that something like this could happen to his son. Anger is the neighbour of consequences, you cannot avoid it for long. Anger is your mother when she has had enough of the world. Anger is your blood and bones, and how long will you hide it away, when it has made a home there.
-gazergirl
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“Did you ever tell anyone about your misery?”
-m.n. | “I’ll ask myself about this someday.”
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trueemotions9191 · 1 year
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Locked away for years
A prisoner to my own mind
Was never allowed outside
To feel the breeze or the Sun-rays
Now I’m free , I’m stuck
Like a cat, sat on its favourite mat,
Licking its wounds , still looking through the same stained window pane ,
You don’t get me , don’t think you ever will,
Years of solitude , really took its toll on my mood . My mind don’t know anything different , a connection I can’t rebuild . I don’t know how to operate without this blind in front of my view. It feels to good to be true . So here I sit , no change in my habits . Hoping one day. Someone will come and remove the bricks. You can’t see them , believe me , they are surrounded all around me . Brick by brick I try to escape , to the freedom god granted me. My mind tells me to stay , how I am , as they is nothing interesting outside , I’m safe in my own mind . Content where no harm could ever come to my side .
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yellowhippo · 9 months
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Second Quarter of 2023. [June]
art works and poetry, chronological order.
please don’t judge my art...i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.
Bereft Soul - June 7
10:25 - 10:30am
No longer jittery, She resigned herself in misery. All that's left Is a soul bereft. She's had enough And is tired to be tough. It's a slumber so deep, Days and days to be asleep. That's all she wants And hope someone grants.
Cross Roads - June 8
8:22 - 8:23pm
Just when I was feeling defeated and close to letting go, The in between comes, leading me to crossroads. Just when I thought my journey was ending...
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ishxni · 1 year
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I can't hate you for something
I couldn't remember until the
other mornings I can’t hate you
for something you possibly went through too
I wonder if they did to you the same
that you did to me
But my mind blocked out that day
I would've never remembered
Ever
Suddenly I've gone back in time
when she tells me, i felt like
A scared child again
Sobbing and screaming
Begging to be let out the house that
I was too small to be alone in
Crying for my mum
Begging my dad to let me out
Let me out, please, I'm sorry,
Just let me out!
Gone back to banging on the door
Back to being so afraid
Gone back to thinking what I did wrong to
Deserve this - too young
To understand that maybe
Your parents did the same to you
Gone back ten yeas not having looked back
But new l remember it all,
I wen t back to that moment
Relived it all
Told it back in a different perspective
That I didn't respond to well.
I never cried at a memory
The tears fell quicker than I could blink
I could hear the screaming
I could hear the crying like
I was someone else in the house
That tragic memory
Long lost and wished you never came back
You pushed me a step back
Humbled me a little
You rattled that part of me that needs healing
And so if I can't hate you
then I don’t know what to do
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npx9 · 1 year
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Childhood memories 🫶🏻
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lrsamantha · 1 year
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Your hands were bigger than mine,
and when our fingers intertwined,
something flowed from you to me.
You leaned back, sinking into silk sheets,
my eyes fixated on your hands tangled in mine.
I raised my gaze to your face, and you met my eyes
I want to let you in, but I'm so afraid you'll leave
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loudphantomlove · 2 years
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Being attached is a poison flavoured candy wrapped in baby pink.
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hidden-rubys · 1 year
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No Longer Sob Alone
3/1/19 3:35a.m. 
Oh, the sun!  The beaut of the sky, the warmth and the blaze of day, the bright smiles where the sadness decay. And Earth chases its light, to illuminate its sky, leaving its half in darkness. 
And oh, the moon, the hopeless romantic of Earth. Spinning around it to chase the light. And I find myself so much of the moon; chasing hope, but we never aline, shining in the darkest of hours waiting, waiting I am for a reason to dim. And I witness the darkest scenes. Watching helplessly, mouthlessly, wishing I could stop the misery. 
Could it be the gods crying when the sky is pouring? Crying, weeping for how their creations wage bloodsheds, spreading ashes, spilling wine. And oh, too much do I whine! 
The bread, the beds they're stained with blood. And I wish upon the sun, I could meet the gods, so I could no longer wail alone. 
Oh, the oceans! How beautiful they are! And oh, how many people have spilled their ink in their water. So enigmatic. They hold, oh, so many wars and betrayals. And I just crave for laying my body against the silky texture as a letter in a bottle, in the middle of nowhere with no terminus. Thrown with hope to be found, trusting the waves, hoping to be saved. 
And I wish upon the moon, I could tell the gods, so I can no longer sob alone.
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mypetcamera · 2 years
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ante meridiem
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as they lay down our new floor
we go to the sunroom and
pass the few hours with
Frida at our legs, resting
dreaming her doggie dreams
we sit, drowsing in the
warm afternoon, amid the
rhythm of drills and hammers
discussing the future of
our house, the children, our
retirement and it’s cost
it seems we could just as well
stay in that room sipping
cold Chardonnay
as the silver age nears
at last, their labors conclude
we re-enter our home
the house settles for the night
all is well. the telephone
rings at three in the morning.
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adhd-creativity · 1 year
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I just have so
many
feelings;
It's gotten to the point of pickling, preserving -
(for I have learned to keep it down, the hurting,
no time for gloom)
I have them all lined up and labelled for safe keeping
and in each;
a small
brown
moth.
Still alive, still breathing.
(Each one beats its wings against the glass,
each one frantic to the flames)
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cf-bundy · 2 years
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It was a beautiful night,
We walked away
And the night walked with us.
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“And I guess somehow in that lost cosmic, I forgot, time was never on my side.”
-m.n.
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trueemotions9191 · 1 year
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You fucked up my mind , was never on my side . Just the devil in a hidden disguise . Thought I was blessed , but I learnt the rest, when I was asking to be placed to eternal rest. Pray saved me , he made me see , you was just a disgusting beast . My heart was pure , he told me so, was not my ending upon this world . A lesson well taught , he promised me that by showing me the other side of the world . Forever thankful, never again, I promised my self & him . So upon his promise to show me the truth , they is Only one man I will ever kneel for again . A love I can’t deny , The calm he brings upon me . He forever is the only one who holds the key to bring me to my knees. To thank him and make him pleased .
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