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likewedream · 1 year
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If I Had Three Lives
After “Melbourne” by the Whitlams
by Sarah Russell
If I had three lives, I’d marry you in two.
The other? Perhaps that life over there
at Starbucks, sitting alone, writing — a memoir,
maybe a novel or this poem. No kids, probably,
a small apartment with a view of the river,
and books — lots of books, and time to read.
Friends to laugh with, and a man sometimes,
for a weekend, to remember what skin feels like
when it’s alive. I’d be thinner in that life, vegan,
practice yoga. I’d go to art films, farmers markets,
drink martinis in swingy skirts and big jewelry.
I’d vacation on the Maine coast and wear a flannel shirt
weekend guy left behind, loving the smell of sweat
and aftershave more than I did him. I’d walk the beach
at sunrise, find perfect shell spirals and study pockmarks
water makes in sand. And I’d wonder sometimes
if I’d ever find you.
IMAGE: “Woman writing” by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1902).
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: It’s tempting to think about the road not taken. But for me, it always leads back to the man I love and married many years ago.
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tangled5 · 3 years
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If I were not the "I", who projects itself in front of "them", would you still be "you"? Or are "you" just a reflection of an "I" who got lost on the way to a "we" which does not contain "us"?
Avram Simona-Ioana
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suburbanlegendx · 4 years
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"I dress in stars and chaos. I'm both a warrior and an artist." –Carolina Heza
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ninaemsaopaulo · 4 years
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blissincydonia · 5 years
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doom--night · 6 years
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You will always be my sunflower, but I'm in winter now.
Declaracion de Contradicciones
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Love Letters from the Dead
“I don’t get how two people who are so similar do not understand each other, or make each other feel less lonely. I appreciate you trying to tell me that I should be happy. Believe me I’ve been trying, even before you came into my life. I thought being less lonely would make me happy. You know better than anyone that even when you’re surrounded by your loved ones, you’d still feel lonely when no one understands you. They want you to be happy, and they’ll stand by you no matter what but they don’t understand your suffering. More than what we’ve done to each other, I think we hate each other because we don’t understand each other’s pain, that we don’t do anything to stop it – atleast in whatever way we can.We react to our frustrations in similar ways.
Whatever I’m telling you, is not to get attention or sympathy from you. You didn’t tell me anything new today that my friends didn’t already tell me – to be happy, to think about people who love me when I want to do something self destructive. I don’t know how else to put it. But imagine a person drowning, and all they can do at that point is try to keep their head above water, trying not to die. Would they think about how to survive or would they think of everyone else who’d be devastated if they drown, or how inconvenient it is for everyone around because of the ruckus they make to keep themselves from drowning? A lot of times, the person would get tired and eventually give up. Depression is like drowning and mine is because of loneliness – no one who understands why little things upset you the way they do, the feeling of being a disappointment to everyone I love – not giving them what they want, not able to want what they want me to want and be happy with it. This is life, I cannot compromise on this, the stakes are just too high.
I’ve almost given up too many times, frustrated that it doesn’t get better no matter how much you try. This is why my birthdays are very significant for me – they tell me I survived all those nights I was up sitting on the edge of my bed, either crying or feeling nothing – with a bottle of alcohol and a bottle of pills in my hand to OD on, trying really hard to think of reasons why I shouldn’t do it, or about all those times when I went ahead and did it, and lived to tell you this.
I never needed you to be my savior, because you cannot be. This is something I need to survive on my own. I’ve had my heart broken and I survived. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried and scared out of my mind about surviving this – loneliness. All I ever wanted was a normal life, right now I don’t even know what normal is anymore. All I know is that I’m imploding, and I don’t know how to stop.
Intentionally or not, our parents have done enough damage to us. It doesn’t make them bad people. They’re not perfect – they’re human. Which is why we forgive them. But like I said – drowning and trying to survive, and add a rock tied to your leg that makes it even more difficult to try and stay above water. This is what it feels like.
Anyway, take care. Like I said, I’m imploding, and anyone else who’s a part of my life will suffer collateral damage because of it. I don’t want to do it to you. Thanks for everything you were to me, and I’m sorry for everything I wasn’t to you”
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ae-sthetiqs · 6 years
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There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page and closing the book. — John Jameson Art - Su Blackwell
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isolatedrains · 6 years
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Let's talk about how hard you try to be better, to feel better. Let's talk about how hard you try to let go and move on, but everytime you try to open a door, you still find yourself stuck in the same room you are trying to run away from. Let's talk about how hard it is to breathe when you feel like you are drowning in dry land. Let's talk about how hard you try to be someone better, only to find out that every time you try to look at the eyes of the people you love, you can see the reflection of the person who destroyed you. Let's talk about the fact that I have been dying to talk to you about these things, and how that everytime I open my mouth, nothing comes out, and I choke on the words I have been dying to scream out.
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[The King 2017, 30x25 cm, Oil & Acrylic on Paper]
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thelostanthology · 7 years
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September 28 is National Poetry Day!
National Poetry Day is an annual celebration in the United Kingdom and Ireland to honor the significance of reading and writing poetry in a modernized generation.
This event was found by W. Sieghart in 1994 wherein their goal was of course, to promote poetry and poets, and to orient people not only of the countless pleasure they can get from reading/writing poems but also of the possible styles and identity that they could acquire upon learning this passion.
In line with this, they organize live events, web-based or/and school activities, contests, and poetry night to ignite a fire to those hearts interested and passionate about writing.
September 28 is UK and Ireland's National Poetry Day but as long as you're someone with a poetry-loving heart who sees words and poetry as a gateway to a world of excellence and limitless possibilities, you are welcome and encouraged to celebrate this day in your own little way.
Write a poem related to this year's theme; Freedom.
Happy National Poetry Day!
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ninaemsaopaulo · 4 years
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darcuscase · 6 years
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Fools in love.
Because we are just fools in love.
And no one is excuse.
We don't care if we're cheating.
We don't care if we're being used.
We sometimes tend to be selfish.
But there are times that we give way.
We tend to do invest a lot of things
Even if its gonna break our heart at the end of the day.
But baby, don't blame me —because we're just fools in love.
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darkwordsofmine · 7 years
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Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest - thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.
 Beau Christopher Taplin 
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