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ginadope · 21 days
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All is well Sacrifice the day Let tomorrow's claws Sculpt its fantasy
Where do flowers go When they are still lovely But forgotten? To the heavens inside Where the past and the future Crave each other
I am and I am not You well-meaning evil You are free to go I am free to be
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imperiallefty · 1 month
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Laugh a little harder
Cry a little deeper
Smile a little wider
Hug a little tighter
Be more
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mortalghost · 3 months
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Look at the way my hands are open
Awaiting on a world that doesn't care.
All of the memories and the words,
I have written and spoken,
Leave nothing to hold and no room for air.
I've drowned in the feelings of loss
While abandonment has embraced my needs
Yet I try, and I lie, as I raise my hands to a mourning that consoles the deepest parts of my broken heart and untethered soul
Find nothing but comfort in this unending pain and suffering in a world in disarray.
Will I find you there?
I can hold my breath and pray
As time learns to move on without me.
-H. Murcia 12/18/2023 1:12 PM
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kidgillis · 5 days
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I'm in need of something. I'm not sure exactly what it is. But there's a craving for it—a need to experience what it could bring. There's a desire for it. It's so close but still so far away. I can feel it. I can sense it. I can hear it. I'm just not sure of its name. It is everything I need in the moment and everything I want in the future. It is everything I could ask for, but none of the things I thought were vital. I changed from being in its presence to just wanting to be engulfed by it entirely. It doesn't make sense to most, but to me, I finally understand. A healthy love will scare you, have you run for the hills, and leave you to examine yourself before figuring out your need to return. This is an experience worth losing yourself and your pride for. I'm just happy to learn that without complications and repercussions.
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"Maybe I Just Need a Few More Bobby Pins", by M.S.
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dementia7 · 10 days
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steeled.txt
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disruptivebychoice · 3 months
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She is the fire of summer, the comfort of winter, and she is the reason why even the sun decides to show in December.
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thecreakywriter · 9 months
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Meet Me In Every Universe
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If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse
Please meet me in every other universe
Even if fate obstructs the path in its crowning
Take my hand, stop me from drowning
You said it feels like family when you spend long enough time
I knew it in my heart your song and mine rhyme
I send out my prayers into the cosmic thread
That unites us in a timeless pool of rearranging emotions unsaid
Our silences have the loudest nostalgia
We sit among words that spell so much that ease my dysphoria
If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse
Please meet me in every other universe
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heartweary-writing · 8 months
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Maybe I should have gone to you
In January, when the cold
Rang in the earth’s bones-
Shaking,
Shaking
Shaking you unsteady
Your heart heavy
Your mind ready
To unravel.
Yes, maybe I should have gone to you-
Even if you would have gone away,
Anyway.
J. K. L
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paradoxicalpenman · 30 days
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Perturbed by my inhibitions,
Too comfortable in the drape of depression,
He was on a road with no fellow traveller,
Coz whenever in company,
He missed his lonesome,
Fool, when did loneliness become your beloved companion?
I suck at sharing my sorrows,
Too timid to share my blunt opinion,
Alleviating the plight of everyone I associate with,
I may burn myself to complete exhaustion,
I also owe an apology to all my loved ones,
Unreachable often I am these days,
Let me reiterate the same cliche,
ITS NOT YOU, ITS ME...
Bewildered by the paradox in me,
I am battling with the Gemini,
When I can't even stand myself,
I feel too much of a bother,
To talk to anyone...
Alas! or Hurray! Let me figure it out,
Why has loneliness become my beloved companion?
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instruth · 1 year
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Tiny Droplets Of Rain
I wake up today
to my not unusual breakfast
I usually consume, unconsciously
simple small things slip my mind
they’re very easy to forget
I go about my day
enchanted by the surroundings
I compose, I write my poems
people passing by, they grin
and my soul cheers from within
providence comes from within
reflecting onto the environment
subtly but surely, small things pop up
often, they get subdued by the big ones
these tiny droplets of rain fill the ocean
©Johnny J P Lee
03 March 2023
A Gogyoshiren Poem (15)
Photos: J. P. Lee
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ginadope · 3 months
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We have no more gods left to fight Nothing is known and Nothing belongs
What is left of this arc but Adoring you quietly, promising Then promising again Wherever it will run, don't grab it Be it chaos, be it, maybe The last tea of the day
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imperiallefty · 5 months
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Maybe I'm back for a good time
Maybe I'm back for a long time
Maybe I'm back for a deep breath
Maybe I'm back for a good death
Maybe I'm just back
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mortalghost · 9 months
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Worlds are born from moments shared with a lover's kiss and a stolen moment between bodies. Gifts of life are brought to time as the varied wishes of two souls unite to bring the world the magic that is you.
With passing seasons, and growing years, experience can teach us how to be strong, be merciful, be courageous, and push on. Throughout the years, while pushing aside the boundaries of calamities, you have walked all sides and shown the world your love, your fears, your hope, your words.
May you bring to these hallowed halls of innocence the gentle touch of your reverberating stories, as you have always done, for all the world to look to the skies and choose to live their dreams.
-H. Murcia 11:18 PM 7/12/2023
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kidgillis · 5 months
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I remember being told I must arrive at my sacred space. Only I will know when and where I am supposed to be. That those I meet along my journey there will teach me great things. That my only mission is to become who I'm supposed to be. I was born for this mission. With love, I was nurtured on this path. I've had many firsts here. I've taken many wins and losses. Ten years ago, I learned how to walk into rooms confidently. Smile on my face, head up, shoulder back, walking confidently in my stride. Twenty years ago, I learned how to capture the hearts of those I encountered. Allowing honesty to set my pace, having a mix of kindness escape my lips, and open intellect to express my thoughts while positive vibrations set my vibe. Thirty years ago, I learned how to embrace and release all that I experienced. Operating in divine feminine nature, intuned with my emotions, led by a God's spirit, and blessed with ancient wisdom and intuition - I became human. And I'm beyond delighted to continue learning in this place...This beautiful place.
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dolores-hazy · 2 years
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I hope you are alive, wherever you may be. Not only alive but also the happiest you've ever been, having found whatever it is you were looking for. And I hope you don't think of me. There would be no reason to. Besides I do enough thinking for two, easily. I hope certain songs and foods and movies and shows and phrases aren't ruined for you because of me and any associations they might bring up. Though I hope they don't bring up anything other than what they are meant to be. I hope you can sleep peacefully at night and not see me in your dreams. I hope you can take photos and not recall all those in the past, wish-you-were-here digital picture postcards signed with cute emojis and delivered with glee. I hope you have tried new things and met new people, so much newness that there's no room or time for doubting what you felt had to be done. I hope you meet the one, everything you could ever want and need and they grow alongside you devotedly. I hope you don't read this because I know how it would sound and I mean it in all sincerity. Like I meant everything I said to you; I hope you at least meant some of yours. Though it doesn't matter now either way. I hope it eventually fades, the ache of having someone indelible suddenly and completely wrenched away. I hope forgetting isn't the only hope of this taking place. If it is, then I hope I can forget someday.
Hope (unsent)
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