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[soulfulreverie]

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[theprocast]

Time danced in relentless motion,

and I watched as chance after chance after chance

slipped through my fingers.

Moments that could have been etched

In our shared history

were instead lost in the abyss of silence.

The words I have been wanting to say

but never have to courage to

remained locked within my soul,

stifling under the weight

of my own indecision and lack of faith.

Faith for what we could have been,

where our love could have gotten us,

and why we always find out our way

to each other's doorstep.

The unspoken truths echoed

in the depths of my being,

a constant reminder of the opportunities—

of you, of us that slipped away.

Regret paints its melancholic strokes

on the canvas of my heart,

for the road not taken will forever haunt me.

Yet, amidst the sorrow,

a flicker of hope remains,

whispering that perhaps, one day,

the universe will conspire

to reunite our paths and grant us

a second chance at the love we left behind.

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[voyage-in-the-dark]

b. Blessings

Let me tell you a story.

I came across two best friends in fiction, and oh, how I recognized what they had: that ease which spoke of years-long knowing, as clear as the connection invisible in the air between them.

I look at them and recognize us. And I marvel at how fourteen years of knowing and root-weaving look on the surface. But, like an iceberg, that which is above the water is merely the tip.

The bridge we have built spans thirteen years. It is more than words can contain. But I will try.

This is how the story begins— it started tentatively: a mosaic bridge of shared circumstances and interests: school, playgrounds, soft toys; Naruto, Animal Ark, Pokemon.

Time passes and the materials we use to build the bridge become abstract as air and sure as earth: love, listening, kindness; humor, morals, characters.

I have always known that I was loved. This was the soil my roots took hold in. I can only hope that I have let you live the same because you have let me feel unconditional love and I will never forget that.

Whether it is that night that you held my hand over text even though we were two continents away because my mind and heart were racing and I asked; or the times you let me cough and cough and cough up bitter deaths and grief and pain; or the many thousand everyday instances of feeling on my behalf; or the free and insistent way you give me a window into your every momentous and mundane moment.

How blessed I am to have what I have lived and loved; how blessed I am to be blessed and blessing.

You give me the gift of myself; you hold a mirror up to me, and the reflection I see— the shape I absorb— the self I witness— is so much more.

I too, hold your self in my cupped hands. The good and the bad, the best and the worst, the forgotten and the past; for safekeeping, for recordkeeping, for caretaking, to return to you in the times when you have lost your way. When your eyes are filmed over with self-doubt and self-hate, look through mine, instead. I offer you your self, shaped with kindness.

These are my blessings to you: May you enter every age loved and un-alone; May you forget the shape of loneliness and un-love and learn instead the shape of love; May you know always that you have a home in me; May you always have a back against which you can rest your naked heart and soul; May your days be laughter-light and hope-filled and passion-full and soft as love; May you be wandering no longer but home; May you soft-river your way into confidence and capability; May the future frighten you no more because it has become a bright, soft thing.

The story comes to a close, but we have the rest of our lives ahead of us to spin moments and mundanity and momentousness into a longer and richer tapestry. This true, sure thing between us will never turn into a bitter, empty grave.

And these are my last blessings for us: May we always be a safe harbor and a touchstone-home to each other; May we always take joy in each other's presence; May the world always coalesce into sense; May we always be able to be more; And may we always be returned to and regifted our best selves.

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[sollozas]

la llorona  - l.cortez

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[thiswinterheart]

4/26 weeks; fugitives.

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[letterstoayoungpoet13]

Old folders.

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[aesterismos]

soft girl is by efb | i’m not sure where this belongs. five short poems, five points of entry. dl chapbook for free or pay what you want here.

other works

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[jupiterreed]

grew up in small-town movie-theatre bliss, marinating in the decadent thrill of my grandmother’s old home, the one that hugs the edge of the mountain like a shield.

i think: shadow puppets on bedroom walls, sipping on pink lemonade on the veranda in ninety degree summer, tiny fingers poking out of windowpanes, shedding crocodile tears like leaves that lose color & get caught underfoot. driving down to the coast early on sunday mornings; we prayed for steadier hands, made the ocean our hymnal.

i still remember mercury in retrograde. we planted a fountain for your mother in the garden, dad told us of all the love he forgot to give himself, how the mondays folded in on the fridays, how the ceiling often leapt, like a bird of prey waiting to pounce.

you brought home pitchers of peppermint, sprinklings of honey, bouquets of frangipani. we kept each other awake when the wind howled at our doors, shattered windchimes, we recited stories of dragons & kings, discovered comfort wore a familiar face.

you taught me to live. to tolerate this fury, this lightless divide.

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[crowsummer]

I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn't even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn't talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.

Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years

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[queensgcmbit]

nature is stunning

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[soulfulreverie]

you fed me, when I had no appetite for life.

s.a., dining companion

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[theprocast]

Would it really come—the day when my heart does not ache with the thought of you anymore?

s.a.,  of curiosity drenched in wine

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[voyage-in-the-dark]

c. Dear sister

"Sometimes I thought that God gave us sisters just to hold our hands when we felt small." – Rose Christo

Dear sister: I befriended you when we were so small we whiled our afternoon-lives away at the daycare. Do you remember? When evening fell, we waited together for our mother to bring us home. Back then, fierce as a lion cub, I had thought: This is my sister. I must protect her and look after her. I wear my identity, elder sister, like a Girl Scouts badge, proud as a knight.

I led you behind me, bold as an adventurer exploring uncharted lands, everywhere. Harry Potter, Eragon, Chronicles of Ancient Darkness, playgrounds, movie theatres, shopping malls. You lead me now – eyes as bright as passion and enthusiasm allow – identities, social politics, theories, Percy Jackson, Captive Prince, Foxhole Court.

Have you ever wondered why friends are as close as sisters but sisters are never as close as friends?

Because – A sister like a friend makes home warm and lit and cozy as a hearth warding off the winter chill. A sister like a playmate makes home a place to chatter and play and imagine, filling your heart with cheer and noise after a long day of silence. A sister like a sister makes home a home to return to, familiar and restful and comforting as a hug.

Dear sister: I am beyond grateful and incredibly happy that we have befriended each other. How will I describe the ball of warmth in my chest, happy as teddy bears and toy rabbits – or the way my heart lightens and laughs and becomes young and playful – or my irrepressible fondness around you, sunny as puppies tumbling and playing?

Dear sister: This sistership means more to me than words can say. Thank you for letting me bare my heart, and thank you for baring yours.

Yours, your sister.

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[sollozas]

i can fit this bed between my legs / & take your sweaty gasps as a falsified memory / lambent delirium like juice / spilling down your back into my pores / drug delightful & plentiful, plentiful, plentiful / hurricanes crashing against the walls of a room / reverberating with cries seeping into my skull / an echoing that trembles feverishly / these fever dreams pressuring against my greedy palms / a quickened blood stream cascading into my outstretched mouth

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[thiswinterheart]

winter, for exam season

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[letterstoayoungpoet13]

Of all the causes

I could be in service of, loving you

makes the most compelling case.

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