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quotefeeling · 2 minutes ago
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They were different people together in daylight than they were alone in the dark.
Joseph Heller, Catch-22
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aboutmybones · 15 minutes ago
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Vorrei solo aver amato di più, aver mangiato più fragole. Vorrei aver camminato tutta la vita, a piedi nudi sull'erba. Vorrei aver cantato, stonata, altre mille canzoni d'amore; essermi persa negli occhi di altri, contare le lentiggini e le stelle. Vorrei ballare sotto la pioggia, per poi scaldare le mie ossa al sole. Vorrei essere sabbia, mare, sale e aver dato molte più carezze, senza preoccuparmi di quanto le mie mani fossero fredde o troppo maldestre. Vorrei aver riso solo di cuore, sguaiatamente, senza coprirmi la bocca. (I never writed something in italian before. I hope you'll like it.)
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thoughtkick · 16 minutes ago
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I’m happy when I feel your presence in my life… I can never write often or much, but I want you to trust me, and I want to press you against me.
Albert Camus, Yvonne Ducailar
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cuddlymashmallow · 20 minutes ago
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You are not your age, nor the size of clothes you wear, You are not a weight, or the color of your hair. You are not your name, or the dimples in your cheeks. You are all the books you read, and all the words you speak. You are your croaky morning voice, and the smiles you try to hide. You’re the sweetness in your laughter, and every tear you’ve cried. You’re the songs you sing so loudly when you know you’re all alone. You’re the places that you’ve been to, and the one that you call home. You’re the things that you believe in, and the people whom you love. You’re the photos in your bedroom, and the future you dream of. You’re made of so much beauty, but it seems that you forgot When you decided that you were defined by all the things you’re not.
-Erin Hanson
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datazmaniac · 24 minutes ago
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ভূমিনীড়ের দীর্ঘশ্বাস
শান্তির বাণী আওড়ে আজ বিশৃঙ্খলাই আমার সর্বচ্চ দাবীদার আসীমচিত্তের কেন্দ্রে ভ্রমণ হয়েছিল শুরু লোহিতস্নানে শেষ দেখলাম পৃষ্ঠাদির।
ছদ্মবেশী হয়েছি আজ মারণাস্ত্রের মুখে কোন এক কেটে যাওয়া ভাস্যের হারানো সুখে হারানো সেই পরিচয়পত্রকে কেন্দ্র করে ছুটেছি আমি আজ লক্ষ মেইল পথ কখনও সময়ের কাঁটা, কখনও মর্তলোকের কথা ছিন্ন করেছে আমায় প্রতিটা পদক্ষেপে।
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cyruspavels · 28 minutes ago
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Navy St.
Shooting up the highway Ocean breeze running thru our hairs. You shut your eyes and push your head all the way back. Warm sun on your face, A salty ocean scent fills up your nostrils.
Intoxicated by the sea We head to the coast and I spit some game.
We are all of one mind. And you can't begin to rationalize that Because you are too busy attempting to Compartmentalize facts.
You turn to me and tell me to chill.
If you have several minds Then do those have minds of their own too? Is everyone living in one giant mind Or is it just one giant mind-fuck no matter which way we steer the fuckery?
We hop off the pontoon A little bit after noon Back onto four wheels Headed straight for the dunes (Montauk).
“Navy St. by: C Y R U S P A V E L
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amoonmadeofflowers · 32 minutes ago
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Note to self:
You are not asking for attention by using poetry as a
coping mechanism. He’ll never see it.
“That’s what’s so sad,” I say to myself.
And all I can do is nod to myself, because I am sad.
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heartsoundslikelove · 37 minutes ago
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My Unicorn
This is day 20 of the National Poetry Month Poem a Day Challenge. Today’s prompt it to write a love poem or anti-love poem and this is what appeared to me. You can check out prompts for the PAD Challenge. I don’t always use these, but they sure are nice to have. PAD Challenge
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amoonmadeofflowers · 39 minutes ago
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If the world was ending,
Stay where you are.
Don’t move, or you might will regret it.
Once upon a time I thought you’d come over
And, maybe, I’d cross your mind, but at 4:19 am, five
days before my 21st birthday, I’m begging you, if the
world was ending, stay there.
Don’t come see me.
I was never worth your time before and really,
nothing has changed, so you stay there and I’ll stay
here and pretend like I don’t miss you every
graveyard shift.
But, if I ever start getting feelings again, I’ll just say
what you said to me, “I’m good.”
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aboutmybones · 39 minutes ago
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Seatbelts  The ways your adoration made me feel, your devotion, was like roller coasters.  First ascending to firmament, I was gravitating, mesmerised  around your core, and your secrets Question marks, your lips are blurry. And when I realize I can’t kiss them, I’m thrown in my perpetual dusk, no seatbells, just void.  Nosedive, I’m flapping my arms unholy wings that can’t fly.  I wanted another ride. 
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realisingtheillusion · 6 years ago
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Nebula’s Child
The birth of anything the beginning of everything finds its home in embracing nebula immensity giving endlessly of itself and dreamed expanse At a touch of divinity to draw in caressing vapour fueled flicker at desires origin gifting warmth in whispered inspiration swirls the spark ignited into blaze burning ever stronger in cradled encouragement flaring uncontrollably crying out its growth seeking and gasping breathing in hydrogen to satiated appetite As she refines her glow and forms and curves into radiant feathers in brilliant flashes soaring proud on cushioned elegance ever facing outward forgettful of inward as she takes her throne in infinite light and shines her song to traverse the night and fall on eyes on forever’s edge that gaze on noir a wish weaving star
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writinginnorthnorfolk · 50 minutes ago
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Swimming Wild
The evening tide is syrupy, strange ripples shivering. It laps at banks and licks salty rocks, as if it’s haunted. We dive in the river. It ties us in intricate knots. Kim M. Russell, 20th April 2021 Image by Christoper Osten on Unsplash My response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty We’re two-thirds of the way through NaPoWriMo 2021 and today we are writing sijo, a traditional Korean poetic form. Like the…
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