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it is March by Victoria Chang

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“I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.”

— Charles Bukowski

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am I made of sin?

a wretched thing?

is evil in my nature?

is malice in my heart?

i think, so i must hate

i speak, so i must lie

#writing #melodrama #poem #negative

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“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”

— Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine

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the best part is some have already forgotten

reminder to self: one day it won’t bother you every night. one day it won’t even pass through your mind, not once.

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Dare to dream,

To sleep,

To brave the past as you remember it,

To face that demon.

That dream.

That nightmare that is the memory of that time in your life when you were alone. That time in your life where you were hurt. When you couldn't run from the problem because you thought you were the problem.

But,

As all dreams do,

They end.

You'll wake up.

You'll remember,

You're exactly where you need to be.

#hope #poetry #writing #motivation #love #youll be okay #i believe in you

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Slipped through the fabric, the stream of cosmic intent. Love, woven in strands and taking the shape of a timeless name;

You.

The tugging of stars, heralding the collision of our eternities. You. You wove the veil, you wore the mask of a deity to my limitless toil. Sowing the seeds of consciousness in the dark annals of my heart, awakening it to the brutality of the infinite aether's maw.

Apollyon's jaws were your scythe, reaping the stalks of hell's harrowing heart. A dimension below, encapsulating the fifth layer of my time.

Birth.

Death.

Your arrival.

Epitath.

Conception.

All in order, the stages of my existence laid out for your soul to consume - to break open and scatter across the celestial light. A shadow show made from the stains of my soul's tattered remains.

Your apotheosis was my undoing,

Your godhood my creation,

Your descent into my love a profane attraction of decay.

#original poem #poetry #poem #writing #love #soul #art

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“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”

— Unknown

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The absence of you wears my heart raw. I long for you, day and night.

My dragon, I might cry until the rivers become oceans. My angel, I might scream until the stars lose their shine.

Find your way home, my love.

#writing #longing #pining #love #i love him

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You are the way,

The multitudes,

The armies crashing like waves upon a battered shore;

This place is your battlefield,

Your very own head,

Your fears the greatest enemy you have ever known;

Your heart is your sword,

Your friends your armor,

Your hopes the mantra repeated by every soldier clamoring in your name;

Together,

We are strong.

#poetry

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What is there to do but hold another's hand and hope?

tenderness is in the hands ― Carolyn Forché, L’Avventura (1960), Ocean Vuong, The White Ribbon (2009), Hart Crane, Gelatin Silver, Love (2009), Ingeborg Bachmann, Les amants du Pont-Neuf (1991), Sylvia Plath, Psycho (1960), Rod McKuen (stills by @forhandsthatsuffer)

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physical therapy by Franny Choi

#tenderness

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there is tender joy

in a word

such as hello

hello is a greeting

hello is a moment shared

hello is a touched heart

hello is a tender smile

hello is a gift

so say hello, greet the world

we'd love to talk for a while

#original poem #poem #poetry #hello #joy #positivity

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solipsism

creation of figures

endowment of reason

lack of understanding

fear of what i have created

fear of who i am

unsure complexity

amassed thought

simple neurons

firing endlessly

thought decays

existence fades

destroy what was made

end all thought

reality exists to me

not to you

you

my reality

fading with sleep

#poem #original poem #artwork #poetry #solipsism

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self portrait against bed wallpaper by Richard Siken

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-Seeing his heart torn asunder,

The quickened beating silenced,

He took his hand and raised it,

Pointing towards Heaven from Earth and shouting: "No more!"

"No more pain!" he cries, stricken with pain as spots on the cheetah's back,

"No more hurt!" says he, cursing his own bitter turn,

"No more! No more!"

Ephemeral shouts pounding against the clouds,

Which no longer give way to the Sun's light,

Injured weeping, drawing no quarter from God's own retinue;

No Seraph alights,

No heavenly choir warbles,

No birds from above fall with clipped wings, pierced feathers;

Flooding from his two eyes,

Like blood from the veins,

Spewing forth,

Announcing tragedy;

"No more!"

And as the Sky opens,

And a shaft of mercy descends,

God's voice calls: "There is always more!"

And mercy turns from sweet manna,

To bitter hellfire;

"No more," says the man,

Swallowed by the Earth.

#original poem #poetry #poem #angel