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naeemajusthasthoughts · 2 months

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I don't want to talk anymore

The hardships left the door

open, and I cannot seem to leave

just an never ending scene

of broken glass and black souls.

Somewhere mine left to be alone

but... there was no place to be free

only stiff boxes and empty glee

holed up traffic of non stop talking

about lost, or was it just desires

forgetting the wrongful criers.

They cannot see, a life and a hole

a grave with burried gold

It was in there that they

told me, sold the laughter

deep within me... replaced it

or perhaps filled it with lonely

now I am just empty.

I don't want to talk about it anymore

They slit out our tongues, and sold

it to the whole ones.

They deserved it after all

for broken things could never be fixed.

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poetic-little-doll · 4 days

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It’s starting to feel the same again..

Like a tightness in my bones that threatens to snap them if I move just one more inch.

Like a pressure forcing me down into the bed, sinking me slowly, ready to suffocate me at another breath.

Like these words are lodged in my throat, choking what little life I had left out of me and my hands are too numb to pull them out.

Like the person down on one knee in front of me is offering far worse than a ring and the damage is irreversible.

What do I do when it starts to feel the same again?

S.Lilobell (Save me from this eternity.)

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her-and-poetry · 10 months

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Time doesn’t affect anything

It’s been so long since I got to talk to you

Time moves fast and memories may get old

But the feelings I have for you is still fresh

Time doesn’t make the feelings fade away

Time doesn’t lessen the amount of love I have

Time doesn’t decrease the feeling over time

If it’s anything, time only intensify the feelings

It felt like we were an unfinished story, and there’s so much more to be said, but we stopped mid-sentence.

-Roxanne

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trustonlystars · 1 year

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It's the last day of December, I've always had so much to say that I don't remember, especially about love, maybe always about love? And I have never wanted the music in my heart to reach yours so much as today. But it seems like I almost always miss the season and run into January for almost no reason. And after one heartbeat at an odd hour it all seems so irrelevant because Jan is all about new beginnings no? But what about the old stories? The chapters you still hold like memories? What about the same old promises, what about holding on? And you, the one reading this very sentence are a definition of what 'holding on' looks like. The distance between these two months is bittersweet, and I wonder if the constellations are ever allowed to be incomplete? And I have never seen silence sit so magically merry in any other season, so what about it? It's the last day of December, and there's still so much to say, that I don't remember.

- trustonlystars | Jannie F 🍁 | You

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cleospalace · 3 days

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Today🌻

#personal #immersive daydreaming #poetic soul

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silentwordsfbp · 3 months

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Unloved

I am not a woman loved by man

For the strength within my body

Overpowers them and their ego

I am a woman deprived of her own femininity

In a world of battles an torment

A woman wishing to embrace her softness

But finding no escape from men lacking masculinity

I am a woman craving the love of a man

A man who exudes strength and authority

One who I submit to on instinct

And one who supplies me with endless peace

I am a woman not loved by man

-MJ Skar

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10-813-08 · 2 years

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— Bertrand Russell, An Inquiry Into Meaning and Truth

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rainboy2210 · 10 months

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I wonder if my odor stayed on you till the early morning, if my head that once laid on your breast is still sane, if my tongue, the one that uttered those three words that connects a soul with another, is still alive.

Nadim D.

Lovers Under Siege, A Collection

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ajw-poetry · 2 years

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She reminds me of Annabel Lee

The way her hair drapes across her face is so

Enchanting to me

Her eyes filled with the shimmering

Light from the sea

The curves of her hips, of her waist

Meeting so elegantly

She’s poetic in the way she

Speaks to me

Slowly and softly like

Every word was meant just for me

Tonight I will rest in my house by the sea

Dreaming

Dreaming of my own

Annabel Lee

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keylee181 · 1 year

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Full of hopes I started blooming in this world,

But unexpected frost arrived to our land.

The cold started to consume me

Besides my tryings to bloom beautifully,

Besides my tryings to make this world colorful and full of captivating scent,

Besides my tryings to not give up...

It's way too cold. This land, this country, this world.

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 5 months

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I don't think that you tried to see it from my point of view The hellish sort of pain that only you could put me through. I don't think you can see that underneath I have accepted the plea a non-verbal sort of surrendering me There are no words that could be said no apology that could mend this fence yet I have silence myself to hold on the last piece of peace and not make a monster out of me The anger that spoke The words that intended to hurt That hard rock shell was never a shelter it was only a pretence those cracks are too deep to repair. I don't think you have tried to ask the other side only a straight long road with blinkers on the sides, it is in those hidden paths that I reside in hidden in and hoped so deeply, that I could make it one day without fighting to not be afraid, still you have hurt me once again. Though perhaps it was me this time feeling the lost feeling of being left outside and those voices fighting in my mind, But only one that's too loud and too proud stubborn with on emotions resting inside It laughs every time. Setting what I knew from those dark days And this feeling doesn't seem to go away. I don't think you have ever tried to see it from my point of view You have always loved taking sides that only suited you left me on the outskirts trying to find myself anew and God knows I have tried to but this voice inside It doesn't want me to let go any time too soon.

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kingdomsinthewild · 2 years

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What Color is a Poem?

A series for #NapoWrimo

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her-and-poetry · 10 months

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My love for you is not a phase

Emotions do switch up, attraction fade away, feelings come and go

So I’m not loving you only out of fickle emotion

I love you out of committed decision

I love you in a way that won’t ever change

You sparked something in me that will never burn out

You brought something in me back to life that will never die down

I will always love you, this is your reassurance

Even if I can only do it from a distance

-Roxanne

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trustonlystars · 1 year

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Sometimes I oddly surprise myself, how a storm walks in and aims to destroy everything but before it does, it waits for my permission. And somedays I give in, but most days I ask it to step back and it does. That's the kind of power we hold, there's never a storm that walks in unannounced, there's always a whisper, always a sign. And I am surprised at how my heart is still learning to grow flowers at places that don't wish to see the sunshine anymore. And how love still sits on my fingertips, confused whether it's ready to let go? And I can't keep mine, but my heart settles down deeper when I watch someone else lose hope. And a heartbreak is still bearable, we can all survive it, but leaving hope at the door and walking in lifeless is what scares me, the empty eyes of the people I love is what terrifies me. And sometimes I am courageous enough to hold my own pain, we all are, but I can't see the same emptiness in someone else's eyes. Sometimes I surprise myself on how distant I have grown from my own stories that my emotions don't shake me anymore but yours would make me tremble. You see, hearts are like that, they'll bear it all in the name of love, but they also can't bear a slightest shift in the name of love.

- trustonlystars ✨

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crystaletters · 2 years

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"To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour".

— William Blake

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loneswaggingranger · 2 years

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For how many more moments must I turn, to meet the rancour of she the self?

#words #mine #poetic soul #light academia #writing #original writing

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