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thisengrainedheart · an hour ago
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You read me on your own time, free will, But I don’t know what you want from me, And I don’t know if you know what I want from you, And we don’t know what we suppose to do, But I tell you what, go to Supporter, And see what he has in his store, And also, go to Fan, how he makes fans love him, And then, you must meet Share, how her heart Fly like heaven that floats all around, Then you might read me again- your own time, free will, And then you might know what you understand from me, And while I write, I might seek out my inner world.
Written by Ismael Mansoor
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faerieting · an hour ago
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Her poems echoed to the spurious Souls.
Souls that feigned honesty.
- Lemah
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thisengrainedheart · 2 hours ago
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Go to whatever Saying like, Bestow!
I will go up to a mountain of fantasy, And that mountain is a symbol of all, But ye dash to Uncertainty, what is it? She would characterise, and she would formulate
Go to whatever Saying like, Bestow!
Written by Ismael Mansoor
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aleenaaashhh · 3 hours ago
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"There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll -
Of prancing Poetry -
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human Soul"
-Emily Dickinson
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antique-anjalee · 4 hours ago
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I didn't knew we will be parted so soon, even before dancing together in our first rain,
I didn't knew we will be parted without seeing each other's face.
A.R.
Picture courtesy : @pinterest-business
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Do you think you can love something so much and not be good enough, or maybe your love is not enough to be enough. it's just inconclusive.
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andrumedus · 5 hours ago
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[...] but here I am, mantle of bone, altar of stars. Pull me back to the dirt that made us both.
Ruth Awad, from “The Mounts”
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definegodliness · 12 hours ago
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You, alone
I wish I could see you Without eyes Analyzing reflected light Painting figmental Pictures
Instantly signified
I wish I could see you Without presentiments Established Personalities Developed
Neither mine, nor your own
I wish I could see you Without a built up consciousness Based on histories Unshared
I want to annul Every deductible outcome That shapes an existence Perceivable
I wish I could see you Past layers of skin Flesh Bones Marrow
I really want to see you Without eyes
I really want to see you Without goals
I really want to see Beyond what’s considered Existence
The concept of life Mediated
I really want to know What’s left when it is
You, alone
--- 19-6-2021, M.A. Tempels ©
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dozensofdonutsmusic · 17 hours ago
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Fists raised high, others barreling towards chests, some gripped onto flaming bottles. This is the voice of the oppressed, the voice of an uprising over injustice.
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dreamscapesandnightmares · 17 hours ago
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It felt like a Roald Dahl story. His eyes sparkled like fireflies when I held his hand in mine. He smiled up at the orange sky when all at once it turned slate grey. The sky opened without warning and we stood there under the rain. The last of the sun faded across the horizon and the trees fell against the wind. In the middle of the wild thunderstorm, he told me that he would like a kiss.
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wordsbyjenpoetry · 19 hours ago
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Empathic hearts are truly beautiful. They don’t know how to stop giving and feeling. They sense with a great intensity. But, darling, you must always remember to be careful, who you pour your light into.
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camelotsheart · 20 hours ago
No New Year's Day to celebrate No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away No first of spring No song to sing In fact here's just another ordinary day No April rain No flowers bloom No wedding Saturday within the month of June But what it is, is something true Made up of these three words that I must say to you I just called to say I love you I just called to say how much I care I just called to say I love you And I mean it from the bottom of my heart No summer's high No warm July No harvest moon to light one tender August night No autumn breeze No falling leaves Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies No Libra sun No Halloween No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring But what it is, though old so new To fill your heart like no three words could ever do I just called to say I love you
I'm thinking of this as Merlin missing Arthur and now I'm sad :)))))))))))))))))
I think its become a theme of my life now that whenever you give me a quote or song that reminds you of immortal merlin my brain decides to do a overly complicated backflip to make it apply to both immortal merlin and arthur waiting to return from avalon and i'm like. double sad. so thank you </3
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onurtaskiranpoetry · 23 hours ago
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Some people never really learn to swim, philosophically speaking. They could be curious about the deep end and enjoy the wonderful weightlessness of floating in your ocean. But as they are so accustomed to being held up and can’t seem to learn how to swim in you, or even tread water, they quickly start drowning in your profound waters. They are the ones who only know shallow and will have to content themselves with staying on the shore and watching you from afar.
Video by me, sunrise at Konyaaltı Beach, Antalya, Turkey. Music by J.Ellis.
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