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open-last-cost-step · 18 hours

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threewordusername · 3 days

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i wrap my arms around your chest,

leaning over you, resting my chin

atop your head. i lay a kiss on that

same spot, and watch you diligently.

you scribble away at your desk,

drowning out the room

with the distinct sound of

pencil meeting paper.

subtle rays of light streak

through the window;

motes of dust dance gently.

i long to go back to those days,

waking up to you at first sight.

now,

we don't even know each other.

"the study."

d.b.a

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secrets-i-whisper-to-the-moon · 1 day

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deanepoetry · 2 days

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Here I sit.

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scribblesonbrokenglass · 2 days

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Ivy

let’s catch sight of ourselves:

bones, brickwork and ivy

getting ever more tangled.

as green shoots descend,

clinging to the structure

of rising walls and rolling days,

then sometime in years,

when vines and stones

are one and the same,

when we both seem to shake

in the frosty breath of winter

and in summer’s dusty haze:

we will see ourselves,

in brickwork and ivy,

grown softer and much older.

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burningvelvet · 3 days

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"Sarah Hannah Jones was buried there after she died on September 5, 1909. There, behind St. Peter’s Church, among the markers on the grassy hill that slopes down into one of the main cargo routes to Ireland, a Celtic cross designates her gravesite. It features the curious inscription 'POET PHILOSOPHER & FAILURE.'

There is little explanation to be found about the cryptic words. The church was consecrated in 967, and the oldest parts of the physical building date back to the 8th century. Sarah’s husband, James, remarried another woman named Sarah. She died in 1929, and a year after James followed. All three are buried in the spot, their stones stacked under Sarah Hannah’s cross. James’ inscription is strange but a little less mysterious: 'ALAS POOR YORICK.'"

- via Atlas Obscura

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northofair · 3 days

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fragmentos-adolescentes · 17 hours

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« Cada vez que te nombran, mi corazón derrama lágrimas en forma de punzadas. »

Moon dark

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almostsomewheremaybe · 3 days

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She asked me why I had been silent.

It ended quietly. Quietly, even as a war of feeling raged in my chest. Much to my shame, the words would not fight back. Silent shame and shameful silence followed the endless path of my bottomless pain. So yes, I was silent. I had so much to say, and could never begin to tell you. No matter how much I wanted to. Despite every time I almost did. This unholy vow of silence could not be broken. I thought this a great moral failure. A little death that becomes a real one. It took me many years to finally hear the music. The secret chords of every lost cause…

Yes, I was silent. The Love was not.

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jack-spilledink · 2 days

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I want an old, wise professor or stranger to notice that dead spark in my eyes and draw me under their wing, and say,

“Show me your poems.”