delicately-decaffinated-feelings
I'd rather pour my feelings
My words are expressions of my soul, do you feel the warmth of my cold heart?
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" I lost you in the crowd but not your memories. I can't loose them even I want to"
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"Humans can be very careless, they may loose things with or without intention but they can never loose memories"
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In a Parallel Universe
what if you saved pictures of me,
what if you wrote poems about me,
what if i am stuck in your mind like an epiphany,
what if you secretly recorded us when we video called,
what if you wanted to meet me when we were distant,
what if you were hiding this true love from me,
what if you chose to put the distance between us,
what if it hurts you we are not together,
what if you called me for a reason and not by mistake,
what if you wanted to come but still chose to stay away,
what if you chose to protect me from your toxicity,
what if you wondered if i loved you as much as you did,
what if you wondered if id stay,
what id you wondered if we could make it work,
what if its only me you kissed last,
what if you said i love you baby,
what if its not you
but its me, again!
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Dear Lost Love,
It is raining in Autumn
Letting you go was not easy. You still remain here in my midnight stories, in my intoxicated thoughts, in my feelings of jealousy to other couples and also in my diary.
we so wanted it to work, the happiness we always shared with each other, the comfort of our skins and the real selves we remained to each other, we broke molds for the first time and i hoped it is the last time i open my case to step out and be real with someone and not be pushed back.
last night began with nightmares, scenes of you getting married, scenes of you being so happy, visions of you moving on and ahead,I was out of sorts and fulfilled at the same time, I cant explain the weird serendipity that surrounded me.
Finally growing in life and moving on, one thing we want to achieve as soon as we separate from somebody we loved for long but how do i keep the insecurities away when i think of you forgetting me easily, replacing me so quick and finding all your happiness in things not associated to me. Moving on is about questions, questions you raise to your lover, friends and family because it is just not normal to start feeling things again normally. Because the butterflies in your stomach seem to have died, or maybe the flowers withered for them to stay. Its autumn for your heart, when there is no blooming just who were once green hanging on to you close now lay on the ground stiff and brittle and you can do nothing but let them go for new ones are supposed to come next season.
What if i am not ready to flourish again, what if i don't want to be with new leaves or plants, why am i so scared to have something because the thought of it going away handicaps me. I am sure I would figure it out it a matter of time as we grow, its just that i don't want to grow for sometime, i wish i could stay and heal, take a time break, or maybe just rest before the cycle begins again.
Hope you never read this but still hope you'd come back.
Yours,
Rach
#thoights#deardiary#relationship#heartbreak#lovers#couple#random poetry#quoteoftheday#poetry#poems#young love#love#younglove#october#autumn#fall#season
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“It was a glorious evening, the sun seeming to hesitate in the process of setting, as if it couldn’t bear to end the day. It was teetering on the horizon, throwing ribbons of pink and mauve across the sky like life ropes, and the air was sweet with jasmine.”
— Kate Morton, The Lake House (via squeakowl)
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Its a New Creature
In checks and whites
bold solid patterns and palette faint dyes
Gelled hair with black solid ties
layered over identification cards of burgundy lines
Clean look comes with blade cuts and trimmed beard
Shining shoes and pockets filled with handkerchiefs folded rectilinear
enter by nine and leave by five
the watch speaks of bandwidth he is left with no time
Shoes can thank the socks which wiped them
Shirt looks crisp because the back saved the sweat
Pants stand parallel for he could not sit
the cuts on his face tell he could not patiently trim
He enters all fresh but comes all tired
it's the journey which kills for the passion he hired
different faces in the room all have blurred features
a human with suppressed IQ, a new creature.
the monotony got them looking like a herd
the same old song but a new dumb bird.
#poetry#poemsontumblr#human#mankind#tumblr#reelitfeelit#reelsinstagram#random poetry#quoteoftheday#thoughts
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The Poetess
What would it feel like to be the thoughts running through her mind. To be the space between each syllable or the period at the end of a line. To be the break between the softness of her lips on the exhaling of deep thought. Or the wind running wild over skin with the scent of sunshine I’ve long sought. She colors the mind in pastels of sunsets and shadows of the moon. Holding the conscience captive with descriptions of stars we desperately hold so true. The beauty and boldness of concept is what poetry has meant to me. Living only within the finite spaces keeps us from seeing what words can be. She reads to me with softest tone keeps me company when I’m alone. Undeserving yet predisposed, whether rhyme, or rhythm, or simply prose. With a simple kiss I will live with her close, her simplicity, her fury, her truth, and unpredictability I’ve always loved the most.
Cryptictalk
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Be with someone who would want to show you off
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If being happy feels like a privilege, think twice before taking turns if life
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Him: I don't want to hurt you? What should I do?
Me: I just want to be happy. Its been long, really long.
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The best thing about me are memories of me stuck with you.
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The Wind and the Sea
Looking for our footprints in the sand i stood
eyes on a scurry I’ll find it i should,
edges blur as the waves reshore,
the whiffs touch me multiple times
pulling my arms around myself
wanting you near now felt like a crime,
possessing you without your wishes inside my thoughts
its fatal and unfathomable I’ve frequently been caught,
the crowd has faces but none is yours
drawing you through my lenses the lover inures,
so walk to me on the sand extend your arms wide out
walk me to the waves that never let the sand dry out,
the water holds the gravel together
hold me
i am tearing down.
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“and i just want to be loved, to be kissed, to be thought of as something like bliss in a world that has only ever left me loveless.”
— and i wonder if i’m asking for too much | wt.
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Furniture
I killed a tree, it lives with me
the dark tinted window panes,
what do you do?
Losing the edges but still holding through
the squeaky rough wood,
what did you gain?
Crumbled expressions, Stubbed toes and immense pain
the old rustling wood,
what you got to say?
Speaking of secrets discussed behind my foray
the old cracked wood,
did the hardships pay?
do the wrinkles line up like the enemies you've made
the old banal wood ,
what do you teach?
to not lose lusture even when you preach
the mighty strong wood,
how are you living?
hanging on through clamps and lifeless fittings?
talking to you maybe typical of me,
I killed a tree, it lives with me.
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Will the rain stop for you?
the listless thunders amongst the clouds
the dripping sunsets from the shrouds
the motion of my floating whispers
the long walks in the compact balcony
pacefully pacing slow heart
mindlessly foolish emoting yet smart.
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Episode 1
Bad relationships can hurt, not sure if i should call it a relationship but because i was invested completely with a loyal heart, i don't mind it.
mis-behaviour and bad treatment sticks to your mind like cancer, no matter how much you treat it it grows back and the treatment for such is painful , it involves living everything once again , it isnt any happy it is much sad, its hurtful.
i sometimes/most times end up giving it out , the agony, the emotions, the tears, to someone else, i am not sure why i do it, i don't like doing it, i like to carry a smile, laugh it out as if it never hurt me, as if it was never were an issue, but every little thing creates a mountain out of mole.
a series of fuck off, get out, i dont like you, i hate you surround me, i know he never said these but i felt them a hundred times, from him.
Healing is a journey, and pretty long i guess, i dont know how far ive come but can surely see there's a lot left, and i dont want to make it a deal to sympathize with, but
i have not yet healed, and it makes me cry every single time i see a similar behavior towards me, the energy to stand up for myself, all that i gather makes me cry more, cry in repentance of why couldnt i do it the last time i was in such a position, why did i allow people to put me in such situations. I seek forgiveness from myself.
Why wasn't i strong?
Am i stronger yet?
#healing#heartbreak#breakup#thoughts#mentalhealth#breakdown#love#cheating#selflove#positivethoughts#relationships
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Cliff
With all that i had i moved to the edge
hoping to gather all my chest and leave the rest
behind
With all my love and enmity I stood leaping to the cliff
hoping for the darkness to pull me down, where lay my fallen crowns
below
With all my strength and ardour I pushed you away
hoping for angels to catch you as your eyes beamed, with tears of separation your mind screamed
Aloud
With all my memories and trust in god i write
hoping for miracles of heaven, and wonders of seven
Together
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