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bravecatfish · 3 days
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By B.Z @bravecatfish
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passion alights my veins...like wildfire eager to ignite the night with every glance aching for delivery, i tremble with desire each breath a scandal...a silent caper in the quiet, our bodies speak in magnitudes words unspoken but known in every touch tranquil, the vessel for our love's blooms where every pause is a promise, a clutch
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nitetime · 3 days
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a poem i wrote for title magazine
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lebuc · 3 days
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lone wolf
* growling, howling, deep into the night
moonlight dappled, no one in sight - most times...
eschewing any facile crew or organization to kowtow to
& their sick, self-serving politick -ew!
lone wolf, stalking the dawn seeking sustenance to feed upon
amidst shadows, beyond the shaded windows of the, among us, clueless or jaded & souls & spirits similarly situated for succor likewise lurking undercover
in their singular, separate hovels.
this tale's not so very novel, is it, now? * 4/24 - lebuc - lone wolf
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leafsea · 6 months
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I want my body to Be irrelevant.
I want everything of me Small, fluid, inconspicuous So I can slip through The cracks of life Like water, Picking up the sediment.
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dearestsecret · 9 months
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lorienfae · 2 months
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I remember the echoes
whispering through the wisps of time, hints
of familiar yet far
so very far away, and yet so close I can almost
reach out and touch
your essence, you, your heart
under the moonlight, in the universe, we are
like stars
in a serenade of time.
© Anna S. 2024
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definegodliness · 2 months
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Kills me to see you
It kills me to see you happy.
There. I said it. But don't you think for a minute It's without guilt.
I hate my heart for breaking When I see you smile; the light in your eyes, And in knowing Why You have been playing,
I'm walking on sunshine, By Katrina & the Waves.
Singing along, Riding your dopamine high; you — On top of the world.
Kicks my face in the dirt.
I'm ashamed To say it, envy ridden, Because you are all I can see, And you have, apparently, never seen me
That way.
I should be happy for you, but I can't Because your sunshine is my rain; My endless, billowing clouds of grey.
You used to Hug them all away, But I wanted to kiss you, too… okay?
You're my best friend, But I want you to be so much more, And I kill my self each time I have to pretend I am happy for you both.
--- 13-2-2024, M.A. Tempels ©
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sherrylephotography · 4 months
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My photography @sherrylephotography
December 29, 2023
Lively conversation
Wonderful diversion
Eight ball and cue
Haven't got a clue
Skipping along
Singing a song
Shadows grow
Starting to slow
Pond shimmers
Always remember
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primroselilac · 11 months
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I realized that I am always in love, but never loved.
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bravecatfish · 12 hours
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By B.Z @bravecatfish
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thepathetickind · 27 days
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sometimes nostalgia keeps us from seeing our destiny, because we can't leave the past behind us, believing that it’s all we ever wanted and needed in our life
by laurenmaerie, gone
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feytouched · 8 months
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2023.08.11. new poem (?)
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deanlikeshisangel · 1 year
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he is the bastard prince after all.
nikolai lantsov in love
warnings : none
for more : masterlist
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nikolai lantsov became an unspoken tragedy the moment he was born. he loved stories as a kid, stories about lands far far away, of beasts and princesses, tales of voyages and sunken ships, of mermaids luring unsuspecting fools to their deaths, and of course stories about true love. he wanted to live the stories he couldn't write but he knew they weren't for him, he is the bastard prince after all.
nikolai lantsov believes falling in love is like lying naked in a field of roses. love makes you vulnerable, pricks your skin and bleeds your heart dry and then maybe, just maybe, you can seek comfort in the gentle caress of the blood red petals.
nikolai lantsov is not weak because nikolai lantsov craves love, he is one of the few who dare.
nikolai lantsov is falling for the saint with the golden light and only hopes there's someone to save him.
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leafsea · 3 months
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at least the chaos made sense // 1.27.2024
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toskadosta · 8 months
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da znas
ja sam sada bolja da znas
ne pijem vise
ne tugujem vise
da znas i da nemam nijedan ispit za septembar!
ja sam sada sretnija da znas
ja sada imam pet prijatelja
i ne izlazim vise kao prije
sada vise volim prirodu da znas
i planinarim
i idem na piknike
i cijenim sve oko sebe puno vise
ja sebe sada puno vise volim da znas.
nikad vise se ne bih tebi vratila
i nikad vise ne bih iste stvari trpila
i nikad za nikad neces vise da vidis staru ja
da znas.
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