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existential-celestial · 3 years

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dream sequence no. 091321

in a dream i was somehow trapped in a house perched on an edge of a cloud. it moves. i do not know how to go back to the land i earth. in the house, four old men are asking for my hand. i shook my head in vehement refusal. through gritted teeth i murmured, “i will be saint.” in the late afternoon at the balcony, i met an old lady and, as if telling a secret, she whispered to me, “the sky goes through. return to yourself.” in the dream, a sudden calm bathed me and i understood. i ran to the edge of the cloud and jumped. i was falling in slow motion, gazing at the rosy firmament painted by twilight. mid-fall, i noticed that the tree lines are upside down. in the dream, i knew the horizon has flipped itself to match my own gravity. i fell, and now i am going through the sky. i did not crash; there is no impact. instead, i sat up from lying down on the forest floor. to land is to arrive upon my own waking.

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rydersworldbro · 3 years

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My body was the first place I ever left,

and the last place I thought to check

when I was frantically searching -

seeking to find myself.

Home // ©️ @rydersworldbro

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penandpapertrails · 3 years

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#writerscreed #13cupsofteareblog #exhalingcatalysts #inkstay #writersoftumblr #writersontumblr #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #petitedameoriginal #smittenbypoetry #writingthestorm

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thespiandrummer · 4 years

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In a stolen glimpse of sun a momentary place in the quiet voice of Time tapering, A crescent moon descends like a subtle calculation of kindness in stars – and the horizon, like the cloudless sky, plies the night in a great arc an involuntary urge of earth’s visionary presence shown captious as the shrewd and altered Light, the trace of your love

_________________________________________ © Thespian Drummer / Your Symbols

Inspiration from the lovely photo by the awesome @quaintobsessions

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rabbruad1 · 4 years

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Within you is wholeness. You just have to unfold it.

Bruce Adler

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recherche-enigma · 4 years

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I. Fluttering

I remember

The velvet of your lips

Reverently pressed against these sheets

As forlorn kisses

Leave irreversible traces

Diving under my skin

II. Flitting

I still remember

The silhouette of your dance

Intricately etched against these walls

As violent embraces

Leave paradoxical mazes

Drowning in my veins

III. Fleeting

I always remember

The fervor of your touch

Ardently imprinted against this temple

As haunting fingertips

Leave preposterous puzzles

Breathing within my ribs

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jmsapphire · 4 years

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That simple "hello"

That simple "hi"

A note on a paper

A name and number

Written on the fly

Interest turn to intimate

Times and places, events

Memories turn to moments

To anniversaries, in dates

A handful of flowers

A candied packet-full

Gifts and red letters

And lovely slideshows

From tin-boxes full of stills

To hard drive upon hard drive

Of irreplaceable slows and thrills

These objects of love treasured

Kept , remembered , and stayed .

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404writewords · 4 years

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Superdelegate

A superdelegate's vote; a shadow of power Cast wide across the face of democracy The working class struggle to seize their hour From the miserly grip of an entitled plutocracy

The powerful demand an implicit supremacy For weighted say and greater sway To define their will as equivalent to destiny Subverting the people's will to get their way

A dangerous game too routinely played Not small in scope of consequence For the longer that justice remains delayed The more the rebel spirit will rise in confluence

With the rising tide of class consciousness The seed of discontent prepares to bloom Should elites act with too much confidence Their institution will soon meet its doom

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mortalghost · 4 years

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Time Has a Way

Dearest Time,

You have a way of slipping by, and no matter how I try, I can't seem to get a hold of you. You flow through my fingertips, when I need you most, I tend to find you hurried, or lost. Time, why I waste you, why you let me, why I can't use you wisely, I don't know. I let you leave, never to be seen, and now I'm old, forgotten, and spent. While time, you go on, even though one day I'll end. Time, please forgive me for taking you for granted, for wasting you on those that didn't deserve and not sharing you with more that I can't love and hold. One day, some way, I'll know your answer. May God forgive me for giving up so much of you. Since childhood; in adulthood, I gave so much up of you.

Time, getting closer to saying goodbye.

Forgive me, don't forget me, so long.

Time goes by.

-H. Murcia 12/17/2019 9:15PM

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existential-celestial · 3 years

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i have died many times

and i never came back—

at least, not in the same spot.

this is to say: i have died

and i will not return

to your existence.

the earth is rich, oh past love,

and for you, there is no

in memoriam.

#fragments #poetry #writerscreed #poeticstories #exhalingcatalyst #writing #???#unclear

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rydersworldbro · 3 years

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The wedding bells on Neptune’s breath, a sour miasma to awaken to. The sun rose in the west. The chimes toll - the ringing won’t stop: did you know Bezos is building a 10,000 year clock? Direction is temporarily unfathomable, I cannot find the right side of the bed, or the right side of my head, and there is a shadow of residual grief in the shape of regret and youth unspent, and the smell of your brand of cigarettes hovering over my chest. A nimbus cloud looms, filled with the most human of destress and sweat and precipitation and palpitation and everything thats been left unaddressed. Inverse, everything in the wrong kind of reverse for a few swirling seconds that also contain the entirety of the unknown universe, I come back to myself like a bird swoop landing, back into the nest that is my home, my tangle of waning bones, and I realise although I slept several hours last night it feels like it’s been years since I got a decent rest.

Then again some just call this the wrong side of the bed // ©️@rydersworldbro

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penandpapertrails · 4 years

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October 10th

I long have contended with hope. To hope is not something I am used to. I’ve always found it difficult to be hopeful. Oddly, in the most trying of times, I found hope and I am adamant to keep it.

For without it, I will continue drifting with no destination in sight. My soul would have no anchor for every turmoil and storms awaiting. My feet would not find solid ground in this fleeting life.

One should hope... always. And this is not me preaching toxic positivity. Because I understand each and everyone struggles, and it is hard to find light in grim darkness. But if one understands darkness is only the absence of light, then light have always existed.

So if you are in one of your darkest days today - know that you can always believe there is light - so do hope for today.

(Series 2020-03)

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thespiandrummer · 4 years

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In a pool of vacant blue

seams of light lay lost in

sleights of coaxing gathered by

the gambol of their movement –

swinging daybreak to dawn in

a crossing of scarred clouds - the new-day sky

repelling soft pinks in grey reflections

found in the suasions of morning

[discovered in abstraction]

and I feel the inertia of awareness as

prurience - sensual and erotic - flowing

over me in a calligraphy of smells

of woodland tundra, this mountainous innocence

bought in emblem as an infancy of Light

held in construct bold with perpetuity –

and find love’s banner in the evening’s reproach

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rabbruad1 · 4 years

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You will gather memories that are painful and also memories that are beautiful. The beautiful ones are the ones that will sustain you, give you hope and strengthen you. Magnify them in your mind. The painful ones are to be visited only briefly and infrequently. Leave them to decline.

Bruce Adler

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quaintobsessions · 5 years

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Breaking Point

If you brace yourself on the edge

(where you smell rain arriving)

what you need will wing to you;

(those rhythms slicing skyward)

come and spell you protected.

*

(the whisper still surrounds you)

*

No one could unlace you from

(this mystery of drowning suns)

your lucid dreams all coming true;

(this meteor shot through your world)

but your heart, it is redder, it opens.

#poetry #my poem #writing #TWC #twcpoetry #exhalingcatalysts

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jmsapphire · 4 years

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I dug through a box

of old memories

unexpectedly

cleaning clutter

making space for

my heart's coming

new year, and all

I can see were things

of the past that were there

That I once was, once had,

But didn't have me - anymore.

- finally , start of something new

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