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#midnight poetry
thespilledink · 3 months
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Words whispered
in bedsheets
made me believe
we were in love
-h.h.
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anotherrantinghoe · 1 month
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aarzoo rakhte ki tumhari aankhon me kabhi aansu na aaye,
humne naa jaane kab khudki aankhon me daryaa bana dala
tumhari wafa ki talaash karte karte,
humne apna saara sukoon luta daala
tumhare jism se tumhari rooh paane chale the,
humne toh tum par apna imaan gawa dala...
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loveafallenstar · 4 months
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I look at you 
the way Icarus looks at sunrises
as something so beautiful and bright
it scatters the heavens
and the longer I watch,
the more I know I'm as good as gone
Sometimes, I wonder
what the sun ever thought of Icarus 
but I guess it doesn't really matter
even if my wings were to burn 
in a ball of hell fire
chasing after you
I wouldn't be bitter
I'd look up at the sky
as I crash back down to earth
and smile
because the sight in front of my eyes-
of all the different hues
diping in and out of clouds
would be a sight-
only few, if any
would ever get to see
and it would definatly,-
be worth the risk
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-loveafallenstar
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duskytaless · 6 months
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I reached the end, and I felt relieved the journey was over. I could finally rest. But, who was I kidding? A new one started right away. Now, what do I do with the fatigue from the last journey?
I forgot end is also a beginning. Life is a cycle. It has no end and beginning. We, tiny humans want to add a start and an end to forget Life's length is immeasurable. What we need to walk this long lentgh is to learn to rest while we take the journey.
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persephonediary · 1 year
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Bitter insomnia comes to light its candles ... Time is not a bed, the earth is not sleep ... A room betrayed by sleep No dream And night is a grave.
Adonis, Selected Poems
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kin-n-n · 3 days
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I didn’t used to think about it. Now it's always somewhere in the back of my mind. They say acknowledgement is the first step to betterment but sometimes I wish I could've held on to my ignorance in bliss.
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plotlesshedgehog · 16 days
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notalazernarwhal · 1 year
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Places
Her hair sways
With her head looking this way
I turn away as quickly
As my hair whips my face
Walking over she says
Nice fit nice face
May I sit in this space
For you there will always be a place.
It's been a few days we are close
Sometimes our hands enclose
When she smiles how can my heart not
Run for miles
Hey so this place I want you with me
A place where everyone will be
But you and me
It'll be fun
Because it's us in a place
The lights are warm
Laughter emerges
With a drink in our hands
The other hands clasps
Our faces wait for our lips to grasp
And it's all I could ever ask
Til we pull away and cheers emerged
We laugh as my heart burns
It's fine because I did not know my place
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12th-shavie · 3 months
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Je rêve d'une sieste au soleil
Instant de paresse sans pareil
Blottie dans les rayons solaires
Pouvoir rêver d'une autre Terre
Sans nulle inquiétude
Juste un peu de quiétude
De quoi me reposer
Par le soleil bercée
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weshipsolangelo · 2 years
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The Sun cannot be held, imprisoned nor contained,
But it sure as Hell can be found everywhere,
Even in the smallest of places,
Yet,
It requires a keen eye
and a heart for
the unexpected places
in which it can be found. - C. L.
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"No further explanations. No regrets."
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thespilledink · 5 months
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I can lie to myself
In fact,
I do it more often than I like
But the one lie
I repeat over and over
And never stop believing
Is that I hope I never hear from you
I hope you don’t try to come back
I think the biggest lie is
That I would be angry with you
-h.h.
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anotherrantinghoe · 4 months
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“rambling of little miss (actually fr) innocent"
I crave you in the most innocent forms,
crave you in the tiniest moments...
for days spent doing nothing
and in nights endorsed with our pointless chatter and laughter under the infinite sky
I crave you in simplistic expressions of love wherein you care for me
I crave a simple waking up being caged in your arms with slight smiles and affectionate forehead kisses
I crave random hugs out of nowhere just coz you needed comfort or wanted to give me some
I crave a deep gaze into my eyes where it feels like you're reading my soul
I crave an intimacy of conversations held silently through simple eye contacts where it feels like some secret treasure hidden in our hearts concealed from the world kept aside safely for just our sacred souls.
My soul aches for your mere presence;
maybe with slight touches or encouraging smiles,
maybe a slight eye contact that feels like home or
probably just a look in my direction to leave me floored...
I simply crave your energy
for it feels complete
like my wandering soul finally found a destination as if upon waiting in desolate isolation,
Alas, I'm in solace
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loveafallenstar · 23 days
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when that numb feeling grows inside you
and you feel alone
even in a crowd
I would like to be something like music to you
like a presence that feels like a song
softly playing above all the murmering thoughts
and blurred out faces
something warm that wraps around you
like an embrace you didnt ask for
but was always there when you turned around
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-loveafallenstar
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duskytaless · 6 months
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Roots
In the quiet of the night, when everyone has left with the Goddess,
I wrote about my little sorrows.
I left this place
I built a home somewhere else.
Only to realise, I may always live in the middle
Never here nor there
Is this the pain of leaving your roots?
And trying to find a ground somewhere I can bury them?
With the tiny hope that in near future, here I will have my roots
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selenepluto · 1 year
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No night is long enough for us to dream twice.
Mahmoud Darwish,Unfortunately It Was Paradise.
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kin-n-n · 4 days
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The metal he lays his fingers on is unexpectedly warm.
She's on her knees, torso twisting hands reaching. The clang of metal on metal syncopated.
"Hold tighter..." She grumbles. Clanking and complaining.
He rests his forhead there. The sliver of warmth under his palms.
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