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luvdell20 · 4 hours ago
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love isn’t built to grow old,
it weeps brief bittersweet
cycles, dying to be reborn.
it is a cherry blossom, a fleeting
enjoyment swiftly
turning tears into cheerwine.
-Delia Hunt
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ayuanasgarden · 8 hours ago
Life of a Rose Petal
The sweet sound of nothingness. The utter sound of stillness. the vastness of silence. It's the epitome of expansion. Quietness is the realm between the mind and universe. There is only each moment in time and then it is gone. We exist in this medium as we are right now in awe with how many bodies I have lived in already during one merry go round. My inner child lived once upon a time and I only know her from a reality that will never exist again. Where is she? Wrapped inside. She is the inner layers of a rose. Though sometimes she comes out, I won't lie. I like when she does. I do not mind no way no how. My young adult body is here and to be lived in now, then after my mature adult body lives my elderly body will come out. A different body and personality will be from dense change. The rose petals now full grown with thorns, beauty and age. The delicate softness and delightful smell. A long lived life, lived strong and well. That is the goal only time will tell. The mind is a miraculous thing holding onto these realities that have no evidence of existing except with those who were there and lived it. Where do these thoughts live, and the memories we hold? They are somewhere floating in air and deep inside of our souls. Thankful for all my different bodies in my life that hold me in real snug and tight. When I am old I will be satisfied to have lived in many bodies during my lifetime.
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pjg2950 · 20 hours ago
It comes.
i reached for faded chairs and worn out tables.
Placing them in the sun, to sit and stare
as people returned to the world they knew.
Neighbors meekly waved, not sure who we were.
I started out in the garden.
Planning to mock earth’s design
and instead place my own.
The plants seem to accept me.
To know I am just trying to help them grow.
To bloom where I can not.
To attract the birds for their songs
that ends when I open the door.
Yet I still try,
I buy the right tools and with bare hands,
fight nature so that the design will be my own.
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ayuanasgarden · a day ago
Material World.
This material world. These material boys and girls. Finding value and self worth in 'things' that cost a lot of money. Leveling themselves at the price of an automobile or high-rise apartment, and the status of their significant other. They know how much the newest phone is and how much that cool car and drip is, but I dare you to ask them how much their soul is. Strip them of these things and who are they really? They spend so much time trying to prove their worthiness in the stuff they buy, and find a sense of identity in the gadgets, clothes, and cars they can afford. As if what someone can afford or not reflects the true nature at which their character lies. I am here to say to you, the poorest man that is happy within themselves, is far more richer than a billionaire who has no soul. These objects are just that, objects. These tangible possessions we cling to and love so dearly are arguably not worth anything compared to the everlasting, never-ending light of spirit. Don't get me wrong there is appreciation in the finer things in life and all that has to offer, but let us not confuse it or equate it to the ideal of self-worth and identity. This 'stuff' outside of us is bonus luxury to the riches you already have within. The true luxury is self freedom and an open heart. Whatever speaks to your soul, is worth more than all the diamonds and gold.
With that being said, don't let society tell you or make you feel that you aren't worthy, simply because you cant keep up with celebrity lifestyle. That soul of yours is the richest of the rich. And what you have to offer this world is priceless.
Sending Love, Light and Pink Diamonds.
From my Garden to yours
-Ayuana's Garen ♡
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chaotictommy · a day ago
Heart’s a Hollow Thing
Blood in my body, Tears for my veins, Made a home in my heart, and my hearts a hollow thing, One minute falling, Next to take wing.
[Heart’s a Hollow Thing — Indigo Skye — 2021]
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daydream-thoughts · 2 days ago
I have let myself be free,
I figured loving you isn't good for me.
'Tis all the reason why I was in agony,
For I loved someone who doesn't know the existence of someone like me.
I have let myself free,
And every second is worth thee.
For ever since I did, I am more than happy
To live thy life in comfort and glee.
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thecosmicwanderers · 2 days ago
This book won't be read by you,
Your eyes are now lost in the sand,
Your dreams will be positively fulfilled,
With strength in heart, and confidence to take a stand.
To naanu.
You'll always be missed.
This book is entirely dedicated to you. I started with it in the spring when your eyes were alive to feel proud, I ended in the summers and you are not with me to see the morning sun. You might not be here with me physically, but the smile on your face and the content in your eyes will always be alive deep in my heart.
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lonely-sk8ter-boi · 2 days ago
anyone care enough to hear some of my poetry?
gone are the days of carefree days
all i want is my youth back
and ive not yet seen my days of old
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alxyr · 3 days ago
Born with a purpose,
Born with a curse,
Molded through a past,
Or marked with scars,
She falls a thousand times,
Like stacked dominos,
Hard to put back the way it was,
And so she will be risen,
Like a butterfly gone through metamorphosis,
Spreading her wings as she rebirths,
ready to reach the peak of the mountain,
ready for a fight, for a lesson,
ready to understand the reasons,
no guilt trips,
no blame game,
she learned how touch turn misery into gold,
she learned how to win a rigged game,
and the nemesis would be tremble on its knees,
As she wins the fight,
she's fated to vanquish...
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astridsnotes · 3 days ago
When will it all stop? 
The chaos & constant noise of this world
Spilling out into empty space 
Far beyond that of infinity 
Polluting every corner 
Every inch of existence 
Whispered please fall on deaf thunderous nothings 
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dmylove · 4 days ago
Εκείνο το δειλινό του Αυγούστου
γύρισες και είπες γελαστά:
“ Σε αγαπάω, τα λέμε ”,
μα που να ήξερα ότι δεν θα τα ξανά λέγαμε ποτέ;
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Αγάπη. Περίεργη λέξη. Τόσες σημασίες όσες και οι καρδιές όλων των ανθρώπων στον κόσμο. Ξέρετε, λένε οτι κάθε άνθρωπος εκφράζει την αγάπη με τον τρόπο που την εκλαμβάνει και οτι υπάρχουν τόσα είδη αγάπης όσοι οι άνθρωποι στον πλανήτη. Κάποιοι λένε οτι αγάπη είναι να αναζητάς τον άλλο στην καθημερινότητά σου, στις λέξεις, στα αστεία, στα τραγούδια, στο πλήθος... Άλλοι λένε οτι αγάπη είναι να είσαι πρόθυμος να θυσιάσεις πράγματα για τον άλλο, τον ύπνο σου, την ευτυχία σου, ενδεχομένως και τη ζωή σου... Άλλοι λένε οτι αγάπη είναι να βοηθάς τον άλλο, να τον σώζεις απο τη βαρετή καθημερινότητά του, απο ανεκπλήρωτους έρωτες, ακόμα και απο τον εαυτό του.
Άλλοι παρομοιάζουν την αγάπη με άτομα, ήχους, συλλαβές, αναμνήσεις... Ποτέ μου δεν το κατάλαβα αυτό. Αν η αγάπη είναι απλά ενα συναίσθημα που μπορεί να επιβιώσει σε εναν άνθρωπο, μια στιγμή, δυο λέξεις...πως περιμένουμε να αντέξει στον χρόνο;
Αν η αγάπη ειναι τοσο εύθραυστη πως περιμένουμε να ενώσει χώρες, ανθρώπους, έθνη, ψυχές; Τα συναισθήματα αλλάζουν συνεχώς, σαν τον καιρό όπως λέει και το τραγούδι, άρα πως μπορεί η αγάπη να είναι απλά ενα συναίσθημα;
Κάπως έτσι έφτασα στο συμπέρασμα οτι ο έρωτας είναι συναίσθημα, αλλά η αγάπη ειναι επιλογή. Αγάπη είναι η επιλογή που κάνει κάποιος να παλέψει για τον άλλο, να μείνει μαζί του στις καλές αλλά και στις δύσκολες στιγμές. Στις στιγμές που είναι ερωτευμένος αλλά και σε εκείνες τις στιγμές που νιώθει οτι ο έρωτάς του έχει χαθεί. Κυρίως σε εκείνες τις στιγμές, το άτομο που αγαπάει πραγματικά θα μείνει και θα παλέψει για να αποκατασταθεί ο έρωτας που υπήρχε κάποτε στη σχέση του. Γιατί αγάπη είναι το θάρρος που δείχνει κάποιος στο πέρασμα του χρόνου, το θάρρος με το οποίο αντιμετωπίζει τις δυσκολίες που του φέρνει η ζωή. Και το θάρρος που εσύ δεν βρήκες ποτέ να μείνεις στην δική μου...
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ashpatch · 4 days ago
we built our castle
for years
brick by brick
i got startled
and knocked it all down
when the bricks fell on top of me
they broke my heart
and i blamed it on you
for months
i left you under the rubble
and now I think I want to dig you out
but i’m afraid it’s too late
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james-cecil-rotk · 5 days ago
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alxyr · 6 days ago
long table
long table just for three,
where the prison cold cell in between,
where the truths are cryptical,
and we are not detectives,
long table in a dim light of a kitchen,
telling stories but not on our own,
and telling "i'm fine" were acceptable,
yet cried myself on a locked room,
long tables unreached sides,
as far as i wanted to be heard,
and wanting someone to vent out, reasons, decisions, or truths,
it'll be far as the universe until i reached,
long tables with full of stomachs,
yet empty of words,
i just wanted to be vulnerable,
as well as i wanted to hear the real truth.
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alxyr · 6 days ago
split seconds
In the blink of an eye,
I wasn't i used before,
In the blink of an eye,
my perspective change its views,
i can't trust no one right now,
even myself, cause,
In the blink of an eye,
i used to be happy,
but its just sadness making its fake bliss.
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sadness sweeps you up and cradles you in depression
eyes cry of thoughts of happiness for the one day you see love...
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elizoi · 8 days ago
Do you ever get the sensation that you want to be loved by someone but you are to scared to even try...
- A story by my mind.
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