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words-never-spoken · 14 hours
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my breath comes out soft
a weak whisper
"i don't know if i'll be missed"
i murmur
as i stare into the empty abyss
-k.c.
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and-corn · 2 months
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fiercethorns · 3 months
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i didn't fall in love; i sprinted toward you with a deliberate intention to embrace every part of you. falling implies chance, but loving you was a conscious choice, a journey pursued with open arms. it's a declaration that my love for you isn't a mere accident; it's a purposeful and unregrettable pursuit.
— @fiercethorns
“sprinting in love”
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judas-redeemed · 11 months
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THE WORLD IS ENDING by judas h.
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seleennee · 3 months
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And when someone's gone and you're the primary keeper of his memory ; letting go would be a kind of murder, wouldn't it?
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mournfulroses · 3 months
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Mary Oliver, from Winter Hours: Prose, Prose-Poems, And Poems; “The Whistler,”
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txkingupspxce · 2 months
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does he like poetry? surely he has to there's sonnets in his eyes stanzas in his laugh metaphors fall from his smile there's prose in the way he says my name does he know how hard i have to try to put him into words when no diction can express the symbolism hidden in his voice
~he simply cannot be confined to paper
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nipsyyy · 3 months
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Nothing will ever emotionally destroy you more than the constant need to be understood by people who over and over again have proved to you that they will not understand you.
-nipuna
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fiercethorns · 4 months
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solitude, it's this double-edged sword – on one side, there's the calm, the chance to hear your own heartbeat, but on the other, it's a dangerous dance with your deepest fears and unspoken truths. in the quiet, your mind becomes both ally and adversary, and the line between introspection and drowning in your thoughts blurs. solitude, it's a risky game of balance, where the danger lies in losing yourself within the silence.
@ fiercethorns | “silent danger”
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judas-redeemed · 9 months
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a cockroach sneaks into an art museum by judas h. ( @judas-redeemed ) image id in alt
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azathothsdreamgrrl · 5 months
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iambrillyant · 6 days
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“june, dissolve my uncertainty and thicken my resolve, submerge my doubt and give air to my aspirations. fill my cup with awareness and give me discernment to distance my energy from anything that fogs the path back to myself. may clarity find me even when it feels uncomfortable.”
— billy chapata
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dame-nostalgique · 11 months
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Songbird, 2023 🕊️
Pieces of hope for today, tomorrow, and the days after that
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the-despondent-poet · 19 days
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"You dont know what its like to sit at the bottom of a thousand foot hole waiting for somebody to rescue you. But nobody hears you no matter how loud you scream because as soon as you open your mouth no sound comes out. So you drown out in your own pain and wait for the day that maybe someone will hear you, but you know deep down that even if they do, they wont care. And you wait because even though they say "Things get better," you know it won't. You know that death is inevitable and we're just waiting for the world to end slowly. Maybe you were always destined to this. Maybe it didn't matter that you were good but the result was inevitable. Who the fuck are you?
-Drystan Heath
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txkingupspxce · 3 months
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you'd think these walls I've built between us are secure but the slightest tap from you and they crumble every time
~i always allow you to hurt me
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nipsyyy · 4 months
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Poetries are the love letters that their rightful owners will never be able to read.
-nipuna
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