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fxckitupboomer · 4 years
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promise me when this all ends, you'll come back home. (I'll probably never stop loving you.)
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therebepoems · 6 years
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Everything is coincidence, or everything happens for a reason.
What we should see, our brains can’t comprehend.
Life is scripted or life is improvised, we may never know until we meet our end.
~
Alex.D
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fukkcedup · 6 years
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Some people just make you feel alive. You're not quite sure what it is, but being in their presence makes you feel you could do anything. Their energy helps you thrive. Never let go of the people who make you feel on top of the world. These are your people; you were destined to find them.
Instagram: @5am.feelings_
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lovesensations · 6 years
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Furia
Vorrei urlare
Imprecare ad alta voce
Dare voce a tutti i miei pensieri più occulti
Rompere ogni cosa che mi circonda
Ma non basterebbe
Non mi appagherebbe.
Arrabbiata
Incazzata
Vorrei poterti dire tutto
Non posso
E ció mi trasforma in
Una furia che travolge
E sconvolge
Me stessa.
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darling-cxo · 7 years
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It's a rule..
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the2spiritalien · 8 years
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You
loving you was blue, it was grey
it was lonely and filled with dismay,
loving you was one-sided,
i picked fights just to hear your passion, your fight
loving you was bright red,
the colour of blood
the colour of my cheeks after we had kissed
loving you was like seeing a rainbow for the first time and believing you could find a pot of gold,
loving you was killing myself to see you happy
loving you was giving you up and loving you was my greatest form of self destruction.
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fxckitupboomer · 5 years
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I'm standing on the edge of something I'm not alive and I'm not dead and I don't know what to celebrate// 18.08.2019
Parking lots and rainy weather.
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“ What Happened? ”
what happened to you? why are you pushing me away? is it because i haven't told you that i loved you too? is it because i haven't promised i'd stay?
this limerence, that everyone couldn't believe when the news came out, that before didn't make any sense,  but then, what is there to think about?
it is so simple and fragile, every word could make it doomed. i hoped it would last for a while, or maybe, just maybe, as long as it bloomed.
are you fading away, or am i just reading it incorrectly? i hope the first is just my mind going astray, and the second one right to reassure me.
-f.c.b.m.,{date unknown}
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fukkcedup · 6 years
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I watch as businessmen and women briskly pass by in suits. I watch as the birds sing and the trees dance to the sound of the wind. I watch as a young couple sit laughing to each other. It all seems so simple, yet so complicated.Why do we continue to go through daily life knowing full well what life has in store for us? We live to die. What is the point in all this? Well, the point isn't the end. The point is in the stars. The moon. A good book. A cold drink on a hot day. The way she smiles. The crisp, fresh air on an early Autumn morning. If you live your life fixated on the end, are you even living at all?
Instagram - @5am.feelings_
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lovesensations · 6 years
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Segreti
Riverso in te
Come se fossi un infinito bicchiere
Le mie insicurezze
Eppure tu non le contieni.
I sentimenti contrastanti
Che provo
sono i miei segreti ,
Senza razionalitá,
Come un'onda che si infrange
Contro lo scoglio,
Fortemente,
Paura e sentimento si incontrano.
Si mescolano come due corpi
Che per fare pace
Solo l'amore devono fare.
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darling-cxo · 7 years
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Dear Diary again
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mastertoe · 11 years
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fxckitupboomer · 5 years
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so, this is how you died in my life. in all the texts you never read, in all the pictures we never clicked, in all the stories I never listened to. My mom told me once that in order for a wound to heal, you have to stop picking on it.
July 13// too late
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fxckitupboomer · 5 years
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Why didn't you notice it earlier?
this poem is a cry for help
an ambulance siren
a smoke alarm
Look at me now,
do you like what you see?
a carcass, a hollow structure
bad decisions, bad past, bad present
I have stopped watering my flowers
they're all dead anyway
I still keep them in my back pocket.
this poem is a wreck
so much like me
look at me,
do I look alive? do I look dead?
I'm telling you I'm drowning
and you're counting the flowers
you'd place at my grave.
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fxckitupboomer · 5 years
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For Shiny;
You're a siren going off at night,
a warning,
a flashing sign
beware. appearances deceive.
You're the cherry red lipstick
on your lover's sweater,
the knife hidden in your back pocket
You're a sword dangling from the
edge of the sky
you're everything fierce humankind has ever known
oh, but you're also the flowers tucked in your hair
the sweet whispers in lover's ear
a wicked smile,
an assassin.
You're all the kind words you give out,
all the ones you receive.
You move mountains,
and yet they question your fragility.
You're the silence before a thunderstorm.
oh wild child,
you're the thunderstorm itself.
a walking calamity,
a walking wreckage
which holds equal parts life
equal parts death.
a walking wreckage.
you're all too much to put into words.
you're all the memories people keep cherishing
you're all too much
to sum up into words
that's what they've always told you.
you're a sea,
making peace with it's wreckage.
you're a sea.
all too much to be felt.
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