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[ace-song]

KING

KING 🦋

see you in a million years, falling back to where we first met again— covered in pearly white sheets with sunstained windows; starry ceiling with cinnamon laced air unfinished wine glasses, and a screen full of laughter.

you held me dear even if it had just been one night; a caressing stroke flushing my cheeks in pink, reminiscing on good ol days and locking this one safe for times not near.

when we part our separate ways

there’s a shooting wonder, across my eyes to yours a similar sparkle wrapping me in halos like an angel; reaching out earnest to a ghost long clear fated to heaven, or another cycle

of a million years.

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[callmeaggressive]

Darling

Darling.

What are we doing here?

Our paths have crossed again

And as always,

It feels like we never left.

Miles and miles apart,

Years passing like seconds.

Yet when we come together

I’m 19 again.

Sharing all that we buried so deep

I wasn’t sure if it existed anymore.

Darling.

What are we doing here?

Our paths have crossed again

Yet in my heart

I know we’ve grown apart.

We are not the same kids

That hid under sheets,

Our bones quivering in sync.

Running for our lives,

From our past and the future,

Just doing all we could

To hold on to the moment.

Darling.

What are we doing here?

Our paths have crossed again

And you know you have my heart.

Hopefully it’s not as heavy

As it used to be.

I think I’d like you to keep it,

You always were so gentle with it.

Darling.

What are we doing here?

Our paths have crossed again

But I won’t beg you to stay

Because how could that be fair?

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[ho1y-water]

is your heart hurt /

did your feet slip in the sand are you /

all right /

in the dark stillness of the night,

everything is warm again

and kind. a susurration of wings.

clairvoyance. squareness and linoleum.

are we still men

if we forget to eat, sleep,

if we spread out in pale grass and melt

and drink blood.

i saw you through dark water /

gleaming on dark water

like so many stars. and like stars

the dawn made you translucent. gone /

and like stars /

you do not love me back.

pink sailboat floating to nowhere

two ships sinking in the night with /

the blackness of night

all around.

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[emphaticquill]

Silent Turmoil

Trapped inside of this silence Trying to rise above this Alone with the voices in my head Thoughts of what I should have said But I guess I was wrong

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[suffering-is-cute]

the problem is, I know how to get you to love me

i've always been perceptive

and can work a pattern up from nothing

i have no excuse for falling in love with someone braver than myself

someone who doesn't need to be fixed

instead of the helplessly vulnerable you

who needs more than is yours to take

who needs a healer, with time to bind bandages over your wounds and patience to blend the tears away into your concealer

and i am not available.

the problem is, you are in love with a girl who does not talk.

her silence is the mirror of a rushing river in which you can see only yourself, and her voice rings clear to say the truths you hide from yourself,

no less ugly,

but framed in a way that it appears so beautiful.

the problem is, you fall straight for the nightmare which looks like a dream -

you are so eager for love that you declare you love her

because you don't have to think about her reaction to you

stranger and stranger,

you guess she sees virtue, value

you selfishly love to be genuinely yourself,

which means the less she says the more you love,

and you meander around topics that mean something to you without knowing anything about her.

the problem is, i know how to get you to love me,

and the more i act it out, the more i am convinced that you are not looking for a girl to love.

you want a doll to play with, made up into your ideal,

and you do not change for her.

she compromises for you.

the problem is, the more masks i wear, the more sick i become of you.

i promise, perhaps unnecessarily (I have told so many lies) that i did not mean to.

i truly did see you for who you were, only i don't think you ever saw me as rightly

not at my worst, not when i was flustered

not possessive, not exhausted, nor ready to give up

you haven't seen a me who loses control

running without inhibition, desperately

towards the only thing i love

no, i know you by heart

but you haven't uncovered mine.

the problem is, i have fallen in love with someone who is never here.

always wandering, always searching, for the face i can't even see clearly through familiar tears

the problem is, i cannot turn away those in need of love, even if it means lying to you and tarnishing your puremetal heart.

and i am so lonely in his absence.

so, devastatingly, incomplete.

words can't tell the half of it.

grief, carving the life away from me, so that I don't know how to say my own words anymore.

the problem is, darling, i'm waiting for someone who hasn't come back yet.

and a dawn is a dawn, no matter how bleak.

and a shawl is a shawl, no matter how thin.

oh, i am so good at feigning reciprocity that it is second nature to smile at you and imagine his face as your arms close sweet around me.

to bury myself in your problems like i am playing a game and this is a quest to be solved,

if only to forget for a while how he waltzes straight into the room and catches my eye

out of a million, the singular live coal.

out of a lineup of laughs, his the one that makes me feel like more than i am.

out of every choice open to me, oh God, oh dear God, i don't need to know what could have happened in any other life.

i don't need to know what could've been if i'd never met him or if anyone else had gotten to me first,

if only you will let me live this one life, with him here for keeps, this single coin

i would give up everything.

it sounds ridiculous, but for one who carefully considers every step, who deliberates,

and yet I say,

everything. every eventuality.

it is his, everything of mine,

he is the title of my history.

if you run your finger daintily down the spine of my heart, a thick and bleary tome gathering dust on the shelf, there is his name.

my life is a story with him at the center,

the worst thing a writer can be is in love.

the problem is, i know that i am using you in the same way as you are using me;

with more deception than is necessary and with gentle cruel wishes for you to stay in love with the world,

so, only for now, if you could while away the scraping and overwhelming edges of grief and loneliness biting tooth and nail into my skin,

hold the ceiling up like Atlas,

i will make you do it, flashing a conciliatory smile so bright you will wonder if there is any pain there at all.

i will make you do it, knowing that i hold your pain at bay the same way.

and you will think i am ignorant for loving you,

when really i would throw you over if i so much as sensed him walking our way,

even from a kilometre afar.

the problem is, we are craning so far forward off the balcony, looking for faraway loves, that we neglect to notice ourselves slipping off.

and there is only you here, and only me, so what is it if we grab hands to prevent ourselves from being dashed to pieces on the pavement below? what is it, really, if you and i share a kindred look of sorrow and a kiss we wish belonged to another?

the problem is, when they finally find us, we will be attached at the hip.

and knowing you so well, having loved you as a bosom friend, i will still let you go and dash straight into those long-awaited arms,

drinking the draught of love's utter completion,

and you, having endured so long and so much, will be left without a hand to hold as you continue to wait.

you, with your empty hand, flexing muscle memory over air where my hand should've been.

the problem is, i will leave you at the altar, and for the one who was gone for three-quarters of the movie.

i will be the second flame to burn your matchstick of a heart up.

and this time, there won't be anything left to incinerate.

it will be quiet and true, like the beginning of a fated legend.

one minute i will be in your arms, and the next, he will be in mine.

satisfactory, expected, sudden.

don't you get it, darling?

i will leave you anyway. i know you hope otherwise but i never change my choices and this was what i set my heart on and made my mind up for so long, long, ago.

you will be the end that serves as the start of my everything, and then the opening song's first notes will hum from my mouth.

when my wedding rolls around, i will write your name on a card. as if i have not hurt you enough, i will put it on the mail with a gentle rejoinder.

as if to stroke your pride as i always knew how to do, it's how you fell for me after all, I'll say-

I did love you, in my own way.

that is the problem.

i have a choice of who to keep loving, and i knew before i let you love me -

you were there to stretch my days.

if it helps, here's your straightforward answer. the only one you'll get from me.

you were never going to be my enough.

the problem is, i am already loved.

and you don't match up.

knowing this, i chose to let you love me.

you made it so easy, i just couldn't resist.

- don't feel bad; requisite lies,

lacunasbalustrade. 17. sep. 2023

@lacunasbalustrade mainblog, @suffering-is-cute poetry sideblog.

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[arieswithscorpiomoon]

For you know who you are

I wore my heart on my sleeve, and she stole my fucking shirt

She kind of broke my heart, but it probably needed breaking

In life you tend to develop some vices

For me, I’m addicted to love

The rush I get, it’s intoxicating

The passion and chaos and lust

I’m flammable, combustible but indestructible

Had my emotions crushed and probably crushed some along the way

It’s all about the thrill of the chase

But time passes and those emotions fade

And then I’m ready to wear my heart on my sleeve again

I’m sorry he wasn’t who you thought he was

broke his promises and your heart, too

Left you when you needed him most

Fuck that guy

He had in you in a chokehold

But baby, now you need to breathe

You lost that loving feeling

Got burned and now you’re scared of the flame

Your heart is a house and your windows were shattered

And now they’re boarded up

But slowly coming down

Fiery Aries with Scorpio moon lion meets a lioness rising Scorpio with Sagittarius moon

Bonded over wounded words, but somehow so in tune

Passion, intensity, freedom in common

There’s no substitute for authenticity

Like water you melt at my feet into a puddle and like fire I could keep you warm

But let’s go back to the beginning

It’s only been five days, but it feels like ten

That’s because life isn’t black and white or even grey

We’re both too colourful for that

I’m rough around the edges with swagger and charm

Kind of the bad girl to your good girl vibes

Might have a little crush on you, should have known that’d happen fast

And you’re cautiously crushing, with your good hair, pretty eyes and a heart of gold

At least neither one of us will ghost

And I know the world doesn’t revolve around us

Though it probably should

And maybe I could be the girl, the girl in your harem of men

Maybe I fit the bill

Or maybe it’s a distraction

A new connection

A fun way to lose that loathing feeling

Til we’re ready for it to fuck us up again  

K.A.S

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[no0l]

SAIL

Every day, I die a bit inside

It's like someone is yelling from the side

"STOP! Stay in one place,

Or you will make another mistake"

And as I stay motionless I get this daunting thought that... Maybe I'm too old

Too old to be bothered about the mistakes of the past

But they keep coming back

And becoming a mast

Upon which my life's sail is cast

Because without them I wouldn't be whom I've become

But then the voice comes back

"If they are a mast why do you keep regretting them?

Why are you overthinking, and sinking your own ship?

Are you not aware that maybe it isn't a mast that you seek?

But an anchor, to keep you in place, to not let your mind wander away?"

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[whateverwhimsy]

Pronouncements

Open the tap

and don't judge

don't instinctually interrupt

that most sacred flow,

to know how to encroach

without limit,

without testing to taste it,

just race to the finish without flinching -

these mortal memories

are worth more than gold

if you can configure them

coherently.

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[shethoughtabout]

a voice inside my head whispers

„who is the person you want to be?“

it is not the shaken child

it is not the worried adult

it is not the girl holding herself in her pain.

those might be but the roots of a strength

I see myself display

as the person I want to be.

-i.h.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

The Hopeful Dress

.

He walked in a minor key,

pausing only at the window

of a small café—where the

reflection of clouds from the

inclement sky appeared to

hang from the ceiling.

Siting alone at the counter,

a beautiful middle-aged

woman in a hopeful dress,

wondered if he was the man

she had been waiting for

and then looked away.

In her purse was a list of

things she wanted to say,

but not to him. In his pocket

was a plan to save the world,

just not today.

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[rabperryleaf]

Reflecting on my poetry

If I were to read the essay’s in this blog do you think I would be impressed or do you think that I would be presented with an image of a girl that I do not know. is a mirror the same as a painting, and which is this?

 Would this blog present me with my inner thoughts that are carefully crafted or would I be presented with the image my friends, coworkers, family, and the world is presented with? Is there a difference so huge that they are not the same identity? 

I think truly the only person who knows a difference in my identities is myself and there is a comfort in that just as much as there is mortification. 

To know oneself is a curse, to find out is a blessing. 

I won’t elaborate on that, I think I said what I wanted to say and like the Riddler that I fancy myself as, I will leave it be.

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[ace-song]

saltwater sunscreen

saltwater sunscreen 🦋

a myriad of rainbows lathered along the eyelids; a rivers of bubbles with splashes of purple sunken black, some swift slide along the jaw falling somewhere warmer than the icicles kissed beneath my bottom lip.

the ocean in my room, somber wails and quiet sobbing some pollution for the coral up on the ceiling– miss salt gave another hug but it stings and burns; a nicety for the lonely, though it’s only me thank you for that.

maybe love hurts, or is it the absence either way i’m at full capacity and it feels like a boulder in quicksand, that ocean in my room gives fine company all the attention on me; empty waters all around perhaps it’s a wonderful day for sunscreen.

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[magpieinmyheart]

And suddenly I was grown and filled with this great, unstoppable yearning.

I yearn for friends who are powerful kings and queens.

I yearn for salamanders who are vicious dragons.

I yearn for scraped knees that are more painful than anything.

I yearn for white dandelions who's petals carry the magic of wishes.

I yearn for potions and meals made of grass and mud.

I yearn for sticks that are swords and playgrounds that are towering castles.

I yearn for times when bumble bees felt like giant beasts and my backyard was as grand as any universe.

And maybe I'll never stop yearning.

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[ho1y-water]

it can be clean like this,

crystal gaze through grass blade frostbite in rainy december.

his lips finding my cheek like a cat finding its warm bed

over and over and over

and over again,

curving to fit my body,

curling around me because he wants to.

love means: even though you aren’t doing so well right now.

they are outside smoking

or else

talking puffs of speech

thrown away forever.

i like to pull my own feet out from underneath me,

get sick and tired of sleeping in my bed,

go back and beg for forgiveness

but really

begging for kisses.

i sometimes wonder

about that other life i once had,

the ashes of which blew away with last summer’s fires.

now i can stop faking

and take my pills

and forget.

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[emphaticquill]

I Am, I Was, I Will Be

I'll rise above the pain, Embracing the sunshine after the rain, No longer holding onto lies, Discovering the beauty in my eyes, And the beauty of the sunrise.

I am the light of the moon. I am the breath of the sea. I am the sun that is rising. I am the air that you breathe.

I am the wave that is breaking. I am the earth that you walk upon. I am the river that is flowing. I am the seed that is sown.

I am the answer to your question. I am the truth that you see. I am the voice of reason. I am the light that you seek.

I am all of these things, and now I am nothing at all

I am the one who is broken. I am the one who is lost. I am the one who is hopeless. I am the one who is left to pay the cost. I am the one who is left to carry on. I am the one who is left here all alone I am the one who is left to fend for myself I am the one who is left staring at the phone

I know who you think you are. I know what you did last summer. I know when you try to make a fool of me. I know where you really wanna be. I know why you think that you can cheat me. I know how you make love to my enemy.

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[untoldteenblr]

"And...The moment I look at your eyes, I realize That you're the one, whom I belong to and The One I Want To cherish my whole life"

❥ Shb.s

01.08.2021

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