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words-at-night · 3 days
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 1 year
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You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of beloved if you glimpse a future where beloved is no more
{Quotes: Balance varela /I Loved You Before I Was Born Li-Young Lee /jhon grisham/Geoffrey hill /A poem for a moment with you by Eisha Tandon/emery allen /anais nin/Can't Help Falling in Love Song by Elvis Presley/Milan Kundera, Identity}
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citrangulus · 1 month
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the whisper of turning pages feels like a secret conversation with history
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sullenload · 2 months
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i love you. i love you and the way your mouth curls up when you won’t admit i’m funny. you hate smiling with all of your teeth, but when i see it, my body melts into the shape of waking up next to you on a sunny morning.
you kept me afloat and didn't even let me know you were drowning. it still hurts knowing how well you hid it but i guess it’s too late now.
what do i do with this? what do i do with this emptiness that has an underlying scent of your clothes?
my ribs crack every time i pass you and take in that loving scent. one that feels like holding me when i’m at my worst.
i’m sorry. i’m sorry you had to feel like you were at the bottom of the ladder, having to feel like you need to help everyone else up and by the time it’s your turn, you’re already back on the ground trying to catch your breath.
i’m sorry you didn’t feel like i could be there for you. and maybe that’s my fault.
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cosmicbirch8 · 3 months
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daydream-in-color · 1 year
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I’ve spent twenty-four years wearing a face crafted by the ridicule of others.
How was I to know that the face I carved for their sake was slowly draining my soul away?
— lifelong masking
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waggingtongue · 10 months
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you forgive your government
then take it out on me…
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eefrostpoetry · 1 year
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since i have no true home can i stay with you this night forever
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putah-creek · 2 years
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My choice, if I have one, is to live like rain, bringing life, covering the earth, covering everything.
-james lee jobe
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words-at-night · 7 months
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 10 months
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citrangulus · 1 month
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sometimes, it's in the quiet moments, a shared glance over morning coffee, where love whispers the loudest, saying everything in a silence that's comfortably loud with 'us'.
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desert-beauty · 1 year
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“We’ll it’s not like you have a choice,” I said
“You always have a choice babe,” he said
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auroramokoena · 2 years
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MISCALCULATION- Love Definition Series
You ruined it for me
I don't think you understand the enormous damage you did
When you lied and claimed to love
When instead of bringing me light
You became my darkness.
And now I'm only with you
To find the right moment to kill you
I'm too filled with vengeance
Yet I don't know how to hurt you
Because all I had was love for you
Yet love is nothing to you
I find myself struggling to endure
Even as I seek to finish you
You're ending me-
My heart in tatters
My brain shredded from trying to decipher the sword you are
And everytime you say you love me
Believing me still a fool for you
I wish foolishness could grace me once more
Just to take away the piercing pain whenever you say those otherwise beautifully soothing words
I guess my target was really me
My punishment for calling your poison love.
Miscalculation, the definition of your love.
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kukirahjpoetry · 2 years
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Paris
for the city of paris has a spirit of its own it loves me differently than others, embraces my quaint mind in a way no place ever does.
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waggingtongue · 2 years
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…and they can enjoy art and education organically, as it happens in rhythm and rhyme with nature
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Early mornings,
that’s the difference…
the best time for all the senses
to play and toil in concert.
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Think your opinions, but the
early hours are amazing gifts
(sad they’re not available for purchase).
Any of them…especially on Sunday.
Just wait until you have fewer of them
than fingers and toes, yeah, then
you’ll appreciate them. Yeah, just wait.
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Over at Muddy Water, the new coffee joint that just opened in the former location of the Briscoe Mags and Rags newsstand, Frank orders a cold brew, having no clue what he wanted to say or drink.
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