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scribblersobia · 2 months

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And I will search for you in the library,

If you don't live in books.

Then will find you in the stars,

If you don't shine like stars.

Then I will find you in the depths of oceans,

If you don't bloom on the surface of the sea.

Then, I will find you in the cosmos,

beyond this terrestrial life.

No matter how long it takes,

but I will find you, my love, I will find you.

@scribblersobia

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ginadope · 20 days

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whispering

The white butterflies, those Heart-shaped sweets And my daughter - the one my body betrayed - her precious hands The moment's creatures, all Strands in my braid

I do remember dreams My hair does sometimes Cover my face, and yet Space can only follow time One way, not another So who am I to Keep looking behind

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trustonlystars · 9 months

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We are out in the lands of magic, there is nothing you cannot be. Walk around the soft grass and write stories about the lakes, use your wings that have remained hidden for so long, and fly away to heights that cannot weigh you down. You are meant for musings, you are meant to be kissed like a photograph found after ages. You deserve slow dances, you deserve smiles, you deserve to be heard and felt. You deserve to be like a music album where the lyrics are nothing but snippets from your life. You deserve to live your dreams, the same dreams that keep you going. You are a dream, please be around dreamers.

-trustonlystars | Jannie F

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 25 days

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Echoes

I think about it all the time the unresponsive fights and all the make believes I had to endure, dissociated from the storm I don't know you anymore. Perhaps in another life when life was much more simpler unimaginative, black and blue undercovered from all that was due, strayed from what was knew it became a life that dewed. There was no other time a tomb filled with all those lies and the grace of a grave that hole was made out of pain, truth and lies. They became my rain leaving out all those harsh thorns its pierced my heart, bleeding the lost cause dry. My faith died that day pushed me away, now, I have to do it all again.

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kidgillis · 1 month

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I'm in need of something. I'm not sure exactly what it is. But there's a craving for it—a need to experience what it could bring. There's a desire for it. It's so close but still so far away. I can feel it. I can sense it. I can hear it. I'm just not sure of its name. It is everything I need in the moment and everything I want in the future. It is everything I could ask for, but none of the things I thought were vital. I changed from being in its presence to just wanting to be engulfed by it entirely. It doesn't make sense to most, but to me, I finally understand. A healthy love will scare you, have you run for the hills, and leave you to examine yourself before figuring out your need to return. This is an experience worth losing yourself and your pride for. I'm just happy to learn that without complications and repercussions.

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getcareless · 2 months

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Triolet Poem #14

They say that nice guys finish last. That's why I will never be first. 'Twas a myth to me in the past; they say that nice guys finish last. Please kill me now and make it fast. I've already gone through the worst. They say that nice guys finish last. That's why I will never be first.

"Finish Last", JEP

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rayven-interrupted · 8 months

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I lose grace

every time I have to open my mouth and say it

the truth is like peeling the walls from my soul

I buried you

scarred with the ash of you

bones broken healing faster than I want them to

I clawed at the earth to let you go

Bled into the dirt to let you go

You cursed us

deserted our blood lust

left distance and mistrust

bring it back to the surface

To see if it still hurts us

if it still haunts us

I bled in the earth to let you go

cried tears in the dirt to let you go

All I had I buried in you

you buried in me

without air to breathe

but I held my breath

religiously

the slow dance of death

my black litany

Dug my grave in the earth to let you go

Bled your name in the dirt to let you go

Seventy days of thunder and rain

seventy days of praying for grace

Then I lost count

as it blurred to grey

the earth was my grave

that replaced your embrace

I opened my eyes

and I saw

your face

- R

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canihaveyouback · 28 days

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karma/fate?

was it Karma? was it fate? or was it meant to be this way?

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mega2wheellife · 1 month

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why?

she asks

do you write

these things?

I write them

I say to her

because

I must

because

they are mine

because

they are true

but no

she still

will never

understand

neil benbow

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scribblersobia · 2 months

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Time is passing by like a breeze of wind,

It is relative and not absolute,

Every moment is dying in the arms of the past,

Life is freezing in history,

This day, time, and date are the first and last of its kind.

@scribblersobia

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ginadope · 1 month

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Throat, heart, brain Make no mistake - those Baby teeth of his They never stood a chance Against the porcelain of yours

Can you guess how a dream is born? I will bring you some flowers Of my happiest summer The dewy dawn and her treasure Lights like eyes - Sculpt yourself anew Leave doubts in hell

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trustonlystars · 3 months

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Some days, I have conversations in my head, with my mum. She tells me how she’ll bring me anything I want. And that’s true, I do get everything that I wish for, and it is great, sure as hell it is magical but- on some days it still feels like compensation.

Then I hear her pleading voice, loud and clear asking- what else can she do to reduce the heaviness in my heart? to reduce this aching emptiness within me?

She’s at the door that grants my wishes into reality, she’s trying so hard to make it up, so hard to fill in her absence with my endless wishes but some days it still feels like compensation.

And she’ll bring the world to me in a heartbeat but there’s nothing that fills the void.

- trustonlystars | Jannie F

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 1 month

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One summer's day

If there comes a day

when words aren’t strong

know that my heart still longs on,

your youthful face

still haunts me to this day

a smile, made this world okay

broke through, left things undone.

All I wanted in those moments

was to fall in your arms

seek the comfort my reins denied

let you hold me

till the sun dies,

but soon those dreams fades

the mind wakes up

and I am left in this reality alone

seeking for the day

that you’ll come back to me

on one summer’s day.

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kidgillis · 6 months

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I remember being told I must arrive at my sacred space. Only I will know when and where I am supposed to be. That those I meet along my journey there will teach me great things. That my only mission is to become who I'm supposed to be. I was born for this mission. With love, I was nurtured on this path. I've had many firsts here. I've taken many wins and losses. Ten years ago, I learned how to walk into rooms confidently. Smile on my face, head up, shoulder back, walking confidently in my stride. Twenty years ago, I learned how to capture the hearts of those I encountered. Allowing honesty to set my pace, having a mix of kindness escape my lips, and open intellect to express my thoughts while positive vibrations set my vibe. Thirty years ago, I learned how to embrace and release all that I experienced. Operating in divine feminine nature, intuned with my emotions, led by a God's spirit, and blessed with ancient wisdom and intuition - I became human. And I'm beyond delighted to continue learning in this place...This beautiful place.

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domemescountaspoetry · 9 months

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[Photo credit: Winston-Salem Journal, “A mother's work is never done for cardinals,” Michael Hastings Jun 18, 2020]

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betweenthetimeandsound · 7 months

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--prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial

By my chin, I lingered, and on my knees, I knew. I did not submit to her will because I yearned to know her again, but because of an invisible red string adding onto others, to turn into a rope of suffering.

She smiles at me, though blood drops on her hands. We can both share our own pain, but only one of us holds a rusted knife.

How could blood be thicker than water？ I watch it fall, drip by drip, dissolving into salted tears and brimey wine. But you stare at it, with glistened eye, knowing your amber iris mimics mine, but glimmers in a different way.

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