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stabbedpages · 3 years
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We dug our own grave and climbed into it. We watched the soil as it ate us away and we smiled, our hands wrinkled with age and our hair stranded with grey. The grass grew over, the sun never touched us, the rain never reached us and the wind never blew past. It was just me and you and the dead lovers of the world turned in their graves with envy as they watched us turn to dust, together, with your hands in mine.
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dumpmindedwriter · 3 years
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//Let's talk about you and me//
Let's hold each other hands
with the darkest secret, we hold
betwixt the knuckles
and write it down on foreheads,
let me see in your eyes
and see the face of the person
you fall, at the age of nine
and show me that love letters
you failed to write in your tenth class.
let's sit beneath that tree
where you have your first picnic
with your family
and let the emotions
cowp over the skin of mine,
about the warmth you felt
when your mother hold you for the
first time in her arms,
or the rose wilted petals
between the pages of your favorite book,
or the proud smile on your father face
when you reject to give up
after falling numerous times from your bicycle.
let's walk through the alleys of hope
together
listening to our favorite music
which questioning the thought
of yours on love,
let's write about our belief on
soulmates on walls,
how we explore home in each other,
let's write that forever is a scam
but how we memorized to embrace our present.
Let's talk about the expression
you had when you saw her after
three years on that evening,
or the taste of that drink still reside on your tongue,
let's not settle with your favorite things
but talk about the nights you found yourself alone
or the morning when you scared to open your eyes
the words you stammered to speak
or the voice you heard inside your mind.
let's talk about imperfect things
things like,
tangled hairs which weaved
laughs
the crescent tattoo on the neck
or wrinkles on the shirt
the dimples on cheeks
or the broken heart of people like mine,
the zephyr moving without destination
or the scars on the body
let's talk about imperfect things
like you and me.
-dumpmindedwriter
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lereeh · 4 years
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PTM
Wish I was prettyWish I was pretty So everyone would like me Wish I was pretty So everyone would want me
I don't really get it What's missing in me I tried to be the person that you might like But it still didn't work
What's not in me really? Can you at least tell me? Please be honest I'm dying to know why
I was there when she was not I was there when she broke your heart I was there when you called me I was always there, to wipe your tears away
Why can't you see me? I showed you everything about me Told you things that I shouldn't have Please tell me, Is it hard for you to love me?
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heart-awake · 5 years
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Dream
You were a sweet dream
Throughout the night
But like dreams do
You were gone again in the day
And I was left
Here to stay
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stargrwl · 4 years
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cherry lips
for @sweeetskies
oh, to be young and foolish.
as the saying goes, “love makes you blind.”
blind to the obvious and hyper-aware to the tell-tale signs of love; love was in the air, love is in the air. 
to gaze upon you was a miracle to me, to graze my fingertips across your very being amazes me. 
i ponder upon the whereabouts of the impending sense of insecurity and self-loathing i so religiously felt before your rainbow painted my monochrome life.
where is my insecurity, now that i glimpse into your soul? 
truth be told, your light and radiance had scattered away the demons in my heart until nothing filled it but pure love and care for your existence.
when your sweet cherry lips met mine, my world exploded; truly, this is what love feels like.
oh, to be young and foolish again.
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utterchaios · 5 years
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I'm a mixture of elements constantly fighting over one another, I'm the flowing lava and the blooming sprout, I'm the angry hurricane and the trickle of raindrops, I'm a constant simultaneous battle of lenience and rage.
@ruwaidha
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walzak-pen · 6 years
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Wandering Limbs-Kimbra inspiration
I want to love you in an aesthetic way. A way that’ll make you climax just by touching your soul, not in a sexual way, but in a way that reaches you deep. It starts from the tingling in your toes, a warm sensation rising up your legs and to you your thighs. Because it is not sexual, it skips a beat and makes its way to your heart where it rests for awhile. All before rushing to your head, making you gasp for air, wondering where I’ve been your whole life. How lovely would it be to give someone your whole heart, guarded and protected forever, 2 hearts beating in unison. How wonderful would it be to just breathe and smell that sweet familiar smell. Home. I want to love you and rest in peace. I want to love you aesthetically. 
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swweet-creatture · 3 years
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My feelings will never change for you...
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anomwriterissue · 4 years
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RED
You said red was your favorite color So it turned into mine I started writing in red, Talking in red, Breathing red. Just to be your favorite color
~Anom Writer
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lord-of-the-gay-uwu · 4 years
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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧
That's me, up in my cloudy garden in the sky, watering my flowers so they can grow up to be just as beautiful as you.
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞
That's me, doing all my best to fight your nightmares and bad thoughts.
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
That's how bright the hearts of all the people you made smile today shine.
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲
That's me, making a big bubble of clouds all around you to protect you from all danger.
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zafirastarlight · 5 years
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Where do I begin? The voices or the pain that comes with their words?
They tell us that its going to be okay, that medicine can shut the voices out. They try to feed us pills to silence the screaming of our souls. They teach us to block them out by swallowing these things that mess with our heads. They think the voices get drowned out by the drugs, but little do they know it makes the voices worst. They go from low whispers to deathly screams, screams that make you wish that you were dead...
We try to ignore those voices that tell us to hurt ourselves, or they tell us to hurt others, but some times they get so loud and the only way to silence them is to do what is told.
I hear them just as much as the next person but I know its all in my head. Its in all of our heads...
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elitheshinobi-blog · 4 years
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#poems #aesthetic #aestheticpoems #poemaesthetic #rainbow #sad
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heart-awake · 5 years
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Star Crossed Lovers
We are not the star crossed lovers
Our souls never met
But we love just the same
As anyone else
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stargrwl · 4 years
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concepts of change - II
we wake up everyday thinking that today is going to be the same as every other day.
we are so used to the idea of mundane routines, that the concept of change baffles our minds.
have you never pondered upon how your life could end up if you went left instead of right, if you looked up instead of down, if you did something different instead of what you originally did? 
does it not occur to us that the universe is ever-changing? that a singular blink of an eye can alter our destinies forever? 
a single step can cross your paths with someone you may never have met, so give your thanks to the cosmos; it sees all and knows all. 
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nida-qureshi · 3 years
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Book (wattpad) : Minni Nut - a bitter candy by Nida 07 . . . #aestheticpoetry #aestheticpoems #aestheticwords #darkpoetrypoem #darkpoet #aestheticmemes #relatable #relationshipquotes #lovequotes #minninutyoutube #nidaqureshi07 #Nida07 #darkacademia #darkacademiavibes #aestheticcute #myownwritings #mylife #my #poetryporn_ #poemporn https://www.instagram.com/p/CMCmsRHl-SK/?igshid=z9kiqff7kq96
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swweet-creatture · 3 years
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Can ya'll text me or sum? I need friends before I die and go to hell
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