Growth is not
a straight line
nor is it a
fault line.
Growth is
a semicolon
placed where an
ellipsis
once slept.
Robert J. W.
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Highest Self
time for new things
adventures and discovery
explorations and learning
practicing newfound magic
simple messages
sent by angels and guardians
whispers of wisdom
clarity from the universe
refocusing passions
redefining purpose
refining my highest self
©️ @followcb ☆ March 27, 2024
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i have a pale green
typewriter i want to bring
to the park, i will find shade
and sit with my legs crossed
and the keys crossing, i will
watch people cross my
patch of grass, and i will offer
in Chinese to write them a poem
in English. just give me 3 words,
any 3 words, you can wait in
the sun or the shadow, I will
study you, write a portrait of
you, imagine what it's like
to fall in love with you, to
picture how you groom hair,
face, legs, how you talk
when furious about strangers
and the heat.
we will see.
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Love is many things but it is also an agreement where both parties state their needs, their expectations, their limits. Both must be honest with each other and themselves, and go in with eyes wide open. Things must be talked out loud, and not assumed. Hurts must not be allowed to fester and anything that bothers or upsets you must be brought out to the light even if it is difficult. Communication must always remain open and vibrant for change is inevitable and these conversations must be had constantly. If there comes a time you cannot come to an understanding then please part before bitterness and hurt take over and obliterate every good memory from both of your hearts. Love is an agreement, a pact, a promise, something that must be held in reverence and honored by those involved.
e.v.e.
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The moment I saw her, is the moment I became jealous of the sun that touches her skin, the air that is pulled into her lungs, the wind that caresses its fingers tight around her body.
That's the moment I truly knew how to dream.
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Before the lights go out
Let's be lovers for a day,
In case we won't make it through the night!
At least we'll have a story to hold onto
For when the world ends,
We know we're not meant to grow old
So maybe let's tell each other words
We’ve never heard before,
Confess our crimes and taste the sky
Before it all comes down,
Before the earth is fire and ash,
Before the lights go out.
~ A. A. Roman
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Golden crown and mottled
blue plumage, the colour morph
of a Pale-headed Rosella—
transports me to a distant skyline,
where gilded clouds
pause to catch their
breath on a sunbeam
laser-lit horizon.
To my garden, the pastel
shaded parrot pays a
fleeting visit, skimming
the fence line as it leaves
for places where earth’s
crowded spaces fade away,
beyond yonder’s
jet propelled slipstream.
.
RhymingTherapy—March 2024 (my photo from a recent flight to Sydney. The visit from a Pale-headed Rosella to my garden was a few days after I returned. Unfortunately I wasn’t quick enough to snap a photo of it).
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It was Never about You //
3 of 3: Poems From the First Evening I've Spent Alone in Over a Month
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I write to you, of you, not because our souls are intertwined,
neither because you're mine or I'm yours,
but because I do not know of any other audience,
for these thoughts, in the form of mere words,
for this fragmented existence,
which reveals through the cracks of past experiences,
to lose itself in the captivating beauty,
that is yourself.
- DG
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Love me like you sought me
but found yourself. if I’m the
trees, you’re the wind & I can’t
dance without you. sometimes I cry
for all the breaths you didn’t
get to take - when your heart is an
abandoned house, I will look for
you in every room - I’ve known
you in lifetimes we’re both too
young to have
lived
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The peach tree in Mama’s backyard
Beckoned me home,
Abode atop a mountain I’ve never owned,
Soil, beneath feet, I’ve barely known.
And it’s within this grand scheme of
Her name, “Zhang,”
A name, adopting me and etched upon a time,
Temples built “then” to bridge tomorrow’s trace,
That I first taste -
To belong. To be. To become.
To shed the shadow of the nameless.
I no longer fear the end. I await it.
- Hathaway Hayes (2024)
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I have wasted
years swallowing
light whole when I
should have been
savoring the taste.
Robert J. W.
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Will I ever possess the softness I pretend to have?
— Fray Narte
Gif from: Stealing Beauty (1996) // Dir. Bernardo Bertolucci
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Is it okay
if I just sit with you?
Words will only confuse us
in a way that
silence never would.
- G.L. Angelone
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