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incognito-melancholia · 2 months
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jojo-the-bird · 29 days
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fatecanberewritten · 1 year
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'I adore you!' she sobbed - those words of paradise that never sound more enchanting than when said through tears.
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (transl. C. Donougher)
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fallenforgetmenots · 8 months
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I’m falling. Alas! He takes my hand! No. He’s losing his grip…
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Maybe all I'm meant to know is heartache
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justsaying40 · 2 years
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Not being with you gets a little easier every day
Not being loved by you is more difficult
That's why I'm in pain
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its-all-down-hill · 2 years
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ronovanwrites · 2 years
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Nonetheless - a poem
Nonetheless - a poem #FridayVibes #Poetry #Life #Grace #Graceful? #GoodMorning
Nonetheless Defined by the moment… raised high beyond life’s normal plane. The delicate arc of form… revealing celestial gifts. Thankful misery in this… given to an unworthy beast.   This is my entry for this weeks Sijo Poetry Challenge with theme/inspiration of GRACE. There are details in the prompt on how to write a Sijo, a syllable based poetry form similar to a haiku but originating in…
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remanence-of-love · 1 month
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everythingever · 6 months
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the vocabulary of loss is the dictionary
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vizthedatum · 19 days
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I wish things would just go away. That my feelings would just resolve themselves.
I don’t want to ruminate about people who aren’t in my life anymore.
I don’t want to feel the loss like it’s a deep empty hole in me.
I want to eliminate my “need” to feel loved by someone. I am already loved.
I don’t want to feel lonely when I’m not.
It hurt too much when I saw people fall out of love and consideration for me, even if they said they weren’t.
It hurt way too much, and I know why I hurt this way but I can fulfill my own needs… and I don’t want to feel this way.
Sigh.
It hurts to wake up alone with thoughts of you beside me.
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incognito-melancholia · 3 months
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ecoamerica · 14 days
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jojo-the-bird · 1 month
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"The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not 'get over' the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal, and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again, but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same, nor would you want to."
- Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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fatecanberewritten · 1 year
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You could spend eternity is such depths of misery.
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (transl. C. Donougher)
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notesfromx · 3 months
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The Contents of a Name
There’s a numb grief
To laying on the floor past midnight, losing the name you wanted for your children.
The name of the person you swore to stand by in sickness or in health.
The name of promises unkept on two sides, staring at each other in hurt
and loneliness.
The name of a decade spent hoping this would be the time
and the place
of better things.
And instead I am here. Laying in a half empty bed, no breath beside me.
Reaching, half asleep to grasp cold sheets.
Knowing that the name won’t be mine for long.
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inkmeadows · 4 months
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Short essay:
725 words, longing, first person perspective, missed opportunity, why one should always be honest with their feelings before it's too late
Our bench
I still tell the moon about you. I still go to our spot near the bridge, where the moonlight shines the brightest but not as bright as your smile was.
The breeze is still soft and chilly, just like that night was when circumstances broke our hearts.
I remember that night as bright as day, your beautiful raven black hair swayed in the breeze, it tickled your neck and every now and then covered your face like a mask, as if to hide your tears.
Each tear that left your eye felt like a stab to my heart, the yearning along with the urge to wipe them away, to reassure you that everything will be alright made the situation unbearable.
You were not mine to touch in such a way. We were and we weren't. We ended before we had even began, why did you shed tears that night???
Did you feel your heart shatter just as mine did when you delivered the dreadful news of your engagement?
“ I love you” words I regret not utterring. If you had known how I truly felt would you have refused the proposal ? Would you have defied your family wishes for me?
Who was I to u?
"Who am I to disturb your life?" That's what I thought in the moment, the thought that held me back from being honest with you.
We were not lovers anyway, we were just strangers that happened to walk the same path at the same time one night and sit at the same bench. A place that became 'ours' to share, a place where we both enjoyed the moonlight and to our surprise our conversations too.
It just became a routine for us to sit at that bench at that time every Saturday. We shared how our week had been, the troubles that came our way, we celebrated each other's achievements. We conversed about varies topics. I was happy you were comfortable in my company just as I was in yours.
We even overcame a couple disagreements too. They were over silly things like whether you put the milk or the cereal first.
I have become who I am thanks to you, I no longer see the world the same way thanks to you. I am not the same person thanks to you, and you are no longer here to see it.
You left my life just as quickly as you entered it, and yet you shook my world along with my heart more than anything else ever has.
It's painful. A part of me wishes I never met you and a part of me is grateful I did. A part of me blames you and a part of me blames me. We conversed plenty, we shared our feelings plenty, we were never shy to let our boundaries be known and yet we never let our hearts be known.
Were we scared?
Or was it just me? Did I fall in love with you all on my own? If that's true then why did u cry? Did u cry at the loss of our friendship? Or the loss of what could have been?
In days we had nothing to say, we sat in comfortable silence, I thought we understood each other, and yet we didn't.
I am sorry…
I am sorry I still care, i am sorry that we missed our time…
I miss the sound of ur leather jacket rubbing together as you moved your hands to help add life to whatever you were saying. I miss the smell of the dry earthy aroma of your cologne. Do you still use that jacket and cologne? Or are they too painful to wear again as it reminds you of me?
Each time I catch a glimpse of anything that reminds me of you my heart stings. You are no longer here for me to share my experiences with you.
One day I will stop telling the moon about you, but for now I don't think I can, as it keeps the memory of you alive.
One day I will forget you, so that these memories of you can no longer hold me captive.
I wish you happiness, I hope nothing but the best for you. I hope all the dreams and wishes you told me about come true…
30/12/23
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