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kexum · 2 hours ago
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The Process 2
New poem for today. If you remember The Process One was more about my process with weight loss. Now I’m going through another process.
New poem for today. If you remember The Process One was more about my process with weight loss. Now I’m going through another process. I hope you enjoy this one too. As always like, comment, and follow for more. (more…)
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moon-stars-and-ink · 6 hours ago
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I do not know of all your dreams, your hopes, your aspirations. But I know the feeling, to fall, to fly, and to fall again. Your wings never really break, sometimes they just need to rest.
— Courtney Peppernell
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moon-stars-and-ink · 6 hours ago
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On a windswept day, she sat at the beach. Sand whipping through her hair, salt from the sea finding her face. Her heart felt as heavy as the rocks facing the horizon. But she knew, beyond sea and sand, she would continue to carry her heart and hold her own hand.
— Courtney Peppernell
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bushranayeem · 7 hours ago
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I hate it, I hate feeling everything
I hate myself for saying everything
I want you to know
It’s not a show
These are my secrets to keep
I hate it when I force myself to speak
All I need is sleep
Sleep won’t be easy tonight
I dread as it will be light
I don’t want you to stay
Let me push you away
I hate everything I say
I hate it when I feel all this
Let me stay in my dark abyss
You and I are not the same
That’s a shame
Just stay away from me
Even I wouldn’t want to be with me
You won’t understand a thing
I want you to know it stings
I don’t want to feel anything
I hate it, I hate feeling things
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kassxndre · 16 hours ago
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Made of gold or made of silver
Made of ice or made of fire
Longing for love or for the better
Risking it all more than ever
Guess we’re all the same
Afraid to lose the game
Heart of stone or heart of sugar
Dreaming head or with a fever
Waiting for a prince or for a princess
Lonely life or just in a mess
Guess we’re all so similar
Afraid to go too far
Eyes closed or eyes open
Cool man or lovely woman
Taking the risk or choosing to wait
Sunny extrovert or shy introvert
Guess it’s all the same
We’re playing the same game
Writing words or reading them
Singing songs or listening to them
Live through art or through science
We make our own experience
Guess now you found the key
Yeah, it’s you indeed
Now you found the key
It’s you indeed
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polyjuicelady · 18 hours ago
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I’m craving for an old love.
The one with love letters instead of Instagram posts.
-f
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moon-stars-and-ink · 19 hours ago
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exit to the left.
What are you running from? What truth lies beneath the spine of your book? What have you been concealing with that smile? Where do you go when you need to go so far that you can get away from the pain and the struggle of realizing that none of this will ever be easy to escape? The darkness drapes itself over your heart and you can’t help but crave a light that’ll show you the way toward something better. Your feet are tired from walking in circles of hope invested in people filled with the wrong type of energy. People who say just enough to make you stay, just enough to make you feel like walking away will somehow push you further into the darkness even though you’ve already experienced the worst part. What are you running from? Who are you trying to escape? Where do you go when going away is possibly the only thing you have left?
— r.h. Sin
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moon-stars-and-ink · 19 hours ago
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That Path
The breaks you create on the inside can break you down more than those on the outside. Any stranger on the street will help you get back up when you fall and hurt yourself, but rarely will you find someone who will see the agony in your eyes and work to replace it with a smile. You claim to be the one to see the sadness in others’ eyes, while it is you who creates the sadness in their eyes to give yourself the excuse to make them happy. Because you want to make them happy. Because you tie your happiness to theirs. And those who actually care about you, you ignore, gracefully, telling yourself that they don’t need you. Because you don’t need them. Because you couldn’t tie your happiness to theirs.
— Najwa Zebian
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poetrybymarine · a day ago
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Young and Beautiful
I don’t want to be
young forever—
I want to see my changing face.
I want to see my belly grow
a human being,
watch her leave my body.
I don’t want to be young forever.
I want to be friends with my mother—
share stories we never could.
I want her to sing to my daughters,
teach them to cook dolma, prepare a table,
and tell them about Armenia.
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yellowhippo · a day ago
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May 10
At the crossroads we parted. Fingers slowly slipping away and whispers of meeting again.
Under the stop light, we made that promise and the green light made us part.
In another crossroad I arrive. But my instinct tells me that I should not stop just yet.
So under the stop light, I take a little breather before the orange light signals me to get a move on.
And in the busiest crossroad I stop. Eyes scanning and landing on your own. And the whisper of meeting you again come back.
Finally under the stop light, I hold myself in place, The red light being the brightest of them all tells me that this is my final destination.
In this crossroad we meet again. Our feet move on their own accord as our fingers intertwine once again.
12:20 - 12:29pm
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kaxtixmons · a day ago
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Hasta que uno de los dos deje sentir lo que sentimos.
Hasta que uno de los dos se dé cuenta de que lo mejor es decir adiós.
Nuestra historia ni siquiera inició.
¿Por qué intentamos ponerle fin?
No puedo estar contigo, tú no me soportas, ¿cómo evito amarte? no quiero más drama.
Me gustas así, inevitable y efímero, como la última brisa de verano, como las tardes de lluvia en invierno.
¿Estaremos bien? Todo el mundo quiere amor, nadie sufrir por él.
Sacrificios, peleas, pasión, no es fácil, y no somos fuertes.
Déjame ir, antes de que lo entiendas.
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adesum · a day ago
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Doğuştan kırık olanlar daima canı yananlardır.
Ehlileştiremezsiniz onları, iflah olmaz onlar,
Daima kırılırlar, kırılırlar.
Unufak olunca zaten yok olurlar.
-gözyaşları ortada kaldı
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adesum · a day ago
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Satırlarımın arası yağmurla karışmış,
Gözlerim yosun tutmuş,
Uzun süredir ağlamamışım,
Ne olmuşsa olmuş.
-ters yöne ağlamak
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adesum · a day ago
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Uçaklar gökyüzüne faça atmış,
Güneş kanıyor şimdi.
Mavilik kanla koyulaşıyor,
Kızıllık kaplıyor her yeri.
Bulutlar çığlık çığlığa,
Yinede bastıramıyor sessizliği.
Herkes oturmuş izliyor,
Bir sinema misali.
-günbatımı neşesi
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