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spilledinkandtears · 8 months
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I hated biscuits. Could never stand them. But then one day I bought some to get change for the washing machine and you thought I liked them. So you kept on buying them for me, and I grew to love biscuits. (Via @spilledinkandtears )
He is my love
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devinetheory-2 · 3 months
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Because I have preached this
Unholy mantra
on the days that you
didn't want to continue.
I have practiced this
Honor
in the face of uncertainty
I have given up everything
in the service of others,
when they only had intentions
of hurting me....
I've been in search of myself
in places that I would have never,
could have never been.
I have lost myself
found myself
And lost myself again.
I have paid the cost
for the company I've kept
And been left in the company
of some strange
And intense friends
Once upon a time,
the means
were justified by the ends
I have sacrificed mine,
to save a life....
Only for theirs to just end..
I have sought truth where it didn't exist
and searched the infinite abyss within
until I found conviction.
Cloudy intentions
all on this quest to be happy.
In the end,
please don't be mad at me
As this shell fades
from this matrix place
And startes to atrophy
My habits and addictions to this life,
fear of the sun
and creatures of the night
have captured me,
They say it sad to see
How I seemingly gave up
with no strength left to fight this gravity,
ignite the savagry,
hoping I will submit and die rapidly
Through these tragedies
Midnight blasphemy,
My pen writes with blood
from the wounds in my soul
To craft this masterpiece
where my walls seem to be
closing in on me
Broken grin on me
I tell them try catching me
as I run through the smoke and mirrored halls
of their lie factory
The mad hatter
laughing back at her
my head still detached from me
until while looking in the mirror
for the answers
to the questions
I keep asking me
And my reflection pointed back at me.
I think my struggles sometimes
were joined at the knee
soulless lack of loyalties
relationships spoiled
over so called royalty
cashed $80k checks
and made makeshift beds
on the floor to sleep
out of breath
after narrowly avoiding arrest
having to steal from stores to eat.
I've held them until their last breath
and the light that used to inspire my life
was drained from their eyes.
I've fallen in and out of love
so many times
with the same God I once despised.
My tongue has killed
and saved lives over time
as the tongue speaks
death and life
and I've watched
powerless
praying with everything inside
God's breath will make her chest rise...
and I could feel the warmth of her touch
and hear her voice
just one more time.
I've tried to rise and fell
But I've always tried.
I've fought the devil for my soul,
jury's still out
But I don't give up
and I don't die well.
It ain't hard to tell
that if anything in this world could kill me.
It would only be myself.
Because I've survived everything else.
- Devine Theory
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danishacademia · 1 year
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I have never got flowers before
Maybe because the shop was closed
But there's a man now, who loves me more
He gets me sunlight, all trapped and stored
He does not say a word as he hands it to me
I look at him and smile but, with tears everytime
Knowing this is exactly how it is supposed to be
I know at this moment, that, I am his and he is mine
I keep them like a promise of my teenage dream
Without doing the "he loves me, loves me not" thing
For the petals, they scream that I'm loved by him
Oh! My yellow flower and all the happiness they bring
A Gerbera Daisy is better than all the flowers in the world
It shows the timelessness of my lover's love for me
There's a man now, who does the things that I was told
Like the fairy tale princess that I always wanted to be
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atleastimliving · 11 months
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the light filtered through today
casting a shadow on what once was
i simply stared
wishing it would give me answers
basking in the heat of the tiny sliver of light
"Coward"
i hear it whisper
it sounded so much like you
- i've nailed my curtins closed
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write-or-flight · 2 years
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Portrait
I never wanted to be you. It was my goal, my dream, my hope, to be your antithesis, to be all that you weren’t, and never be all that you are.
I wanted to be so unlike you, that people would look at me, and comment that the only thing we have share, is our face and a last name, that we couldn’t be more different had we tried.
But I never learnt how to not be you, never knew who else to be. Humans may change and grow their whole lives, but childhood is the foundation of that change, and my childhood was you.
In all my attempts to be unlike you, I have become exactly like you, a shattered portrait in the artist’s image, my cracks reflect yours, your agony reflects mine. I scream and cry and break, and then later wonder why- why could I not have become my father instead, with his cold anger and absent love, so that the reminders of our likeness wouldn’t stare at me from the mirror.
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I didn't want to believe it even though I saw it.
I didn't want to believe it even though I knew it.
I didn't want to believe it.
Then they closed the casket.
Numb.
That's what I felt.
Every inch of my body broke like glass, hitting the floor.
-E.R.S
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veiledpoetess-blog · 2 years
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Wrung out and curled up in my blanket hitting with extreme fever, Reaching out for your hands to be wrapped around mine; oh such a reliever.
I cried a sigh and bursted with tears, Your hug comforted me helping me to fight my fears.
Just sit by me don't say a word, can it be that I am slain? I held on to you a little longer muddled in pain, I wanted to explain how your love kept me sane, Surrounded in your rain give me indefinite leave to remain.
Smoke in your eye yet you draw a brief smile, Centuries of cries for you..was it your turn to cry for awhile? Enough we travelled many bloody and pleasant mile, Years of war now was the time to reconcile.
I tried to appear happy but obvious was my constraint, Sustain me, support me my Lord and pity my complaint. Gathering enough strength I shall never faint, Enduring each and every hardships as calmly as saint.
With rhymes and rage without fight or flight I write, No surprise one day sunlight will make the sky ignite, Under stained glass light, one fine night we'll set alight. Once in the blue moonlight we shall reunite. Me and you might lose the sight but we shall reunite it won't be tonight but we shall reunite.
– you visited me in my dream one fine night
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littleemptyattik · 2 years
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my head is an hour glass.
i spend my time waiting, waiting, waiting.
the sand runs out.
i flip it over again.
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hyouka-m · 1 year
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If the angels would grant my wish,
I’d ask them to let me watch thy beauty
endlessly, without pause, for my love is relentless and foolish,
revolving around the truth,
that loving you is my sole divine duty.
I could watch your grace for hours,
selflessly in a way, abandoning my desire to call this story ours
the scent of you in the air, the warmth of your exhale
And the sweet silence of your presence,
Reminding me of every reason why you’re my passion, and thou are my solace.
Helplessly, foolishly, timelessly
And relentlessly,
I lose myself in you
Feeling this love in my heart so pure and true
The same love for thou I’ve harboured every lifetimes through.
-𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚔𝚊-𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛
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mesmerizing-words · 2 years
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You sometimes wish that someone could just walk into your life and make it a little bit simpler.
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"Here it is midnight and my mind is filled with thoughts of you, 3 am will come soon, and so the moon will fall from the skies, kind of like how I fall when I look into your eyes."
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the-clock-ghost · 2 years
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Nothing?
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"It was nothing? IT WAS NOTHING!?" He shouted with a pained expression, then with a more broken but still stern tone continued.
"I am not a faithful man, but that night I prayed, I prayed till my throat was sore, I prayed even tho' my knees hurt, I prayed till i could pray no more, and prayed to every entity above." He paused, letting out a shaky sigh while a single tear fell from his eyes, then softly spoke while holding my hand, "I am no faithful man, but for you my love, I prayed to what men call God"
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obsob · 2 months
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to be loved is to be held!!! print
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danishacademia · 10 months
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I tried to kill myself and could not finish what i started
The next morning was just like any other morning except for the fact that i did not wake up feeling tired or with the thought that i wanted to kill myself, i could not unkill myself.
The mango tree near my window shined bright enhancing the spider waves, my mom did not want to make the bed anymore because it had my lingering smell, she took my pillow and stared at it with no life in her eyes, my father sat there like he was never taught how to speak or see or feel or exist.
The next morning was just like any other morning, whatsapp flooded with texts about this and that and notifications from the person i love, he said, "Wake up kiddo" and i laughed, without feeling that my gut was being wrenched. I thought to myself, he doesn't know it yet, but eventually he will and think how stupid i am, but at least he will think about me. But i would not know if he'll slide my death news as any other notification and go on with his household chores because i have killed myself and i can no longer unkill myself.
The next morning was like every other morning, my house help came in just to realise a part of the house was missing. She did shed a tear or two, and went on with her work, because she has two children to feed , unlike my parents, who are left with nothing but unanswered questions and undivided rage. They must think, "who" did this to me without realising that it's "me", i did it to myself, i killed myself and i cannot undo it. I found a way out for myself where the voices are quiet and my love does not make me suffer.
A few friends would have killed me if they knew this is what i was thinking, but now they cannot, because i have killed myself and i cannot unkill myself. I laughed at them but then life went on, some of them cried for a while because they wanted answers. If they could just see it, that they already have the answers, because i have been saying it for a while, nobody could listen. There's a fine line between listening and hearing.
The next morning when i did not pick up the calls or reply to the memes, he got the news, i think he'll read the poems that i wrote for him or he'll just let it pass without putting much thought into it, i think he would notice my absence in college and in a few other ways or maybe he'll let it slip like the three hours that has been wasted on the lowest IMDb rated movie. I hope he thinks of me at times when i would want to unkill myself.
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wiw3 · 1 year
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Nights Like These
It’s night’s like these that I wish you could see that I’ve changed. Nights like these where I wish you could see my progress.
Nights like these, where I don’t feel my problems. Nights like these, where I simply marinate in them.
Nights like these, where I’m rarely poison. Nights like these, where I’m feeling poisoned constantly.
Nights like these, when I’m approachable. Nights like these, when I’m defeated.
Nights like these, when the rage is quiet. Nights like these, when the silence is deafening.
Nights like these, when I’m capable of peace. Nights like these, when I’m capable of guilt.
Nights like these, acid strangling my esophagus. Nights like these, boa-constrictor breathing problems.
Nights like these, when I’m free to do as I wish. Nights like these, when I’m paralyzed against my own free will.
Nights like this, where music helps. Nights like that, where music hurts.
Nights like this, where the world is beauty. Nights like this, where the world is bleak.
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icannotstopthinking · 2 years
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im hating my nightdreams, not fulfilling my needs i cant control the action, nor their reaction cant deal being powerless, everythings moving so fast and i just want to wake up
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