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trustonlystars · 6 months
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“For the first time, I didn’t want to pour pain into poems, I didn’t want to utter a word that showed how cracked and bruised my heart was. For the first time, I couldn’t find a heart that would listen to my broken poems and half reasoned rants. As if the world had gone silent, there was music but no one to hum along. I felt the distance creep on me, I heard loud silence I always wanted to run away from. For the first time, I didn’t have blood to bleed.”
- trustonlystars
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<・STOP REALITY CHECKING PEOPLE・>
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Ho dipinto con il sangue le mie emozioni più pure, ricoprendo d’oro le tue assurde paure.
Le mie vene si sono intrecciate per tessere il velo che ho poggiato sulla tua testa per proteggerti da ogni tempesta.
Mi rimane solo il ricordo del tuo amore, scolorito dal mio rancore
@some-times-ihate-you
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heartweary-writing · 2 years
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My heart is floating with the moon
Saying, “I wear the craters, dealt
From a past love,
Too.
Yet look how we glow,
Me and you.
Love comes in phases,
So it will always come again,
It’s true.”
J. K. L
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underthemexicansun · 7 months
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iamtenshidoom · 2 years
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All of these artistic visions
have me thinking
and heeding the spirits.
I have come to learn
That is best to listen to
intuition when it’s being driven
by your most subliminal feelings.
Something infinitely more
than what your
eyes are revealing.
Open your eye
And be freed
See, sometimes the difference
Between surviving and living
Is releasing our preconceptions
About the meaning of spirit
For that is the key to
truly magical living.
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getcareless · 2 years
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Flame And Ice
I’m with you but I still step to the side
and the truth is I’m feeling petrified.
You wanna be Heard so your lies get televised.
You already know how I feel inside
but you would rather kill my pride.
Things could be worse; I could’ve died.
How can we make something of our lives?
And how does flame and ice meet in your eyes?
JP
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cozycoffinzzz · 1 year
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With the Season
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novinablog · 2 years
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Ghost in the rain
Looking at the rain in the window
Your shaddow crossed in my mind
I want to say
"Hi, i miss you!"
I love you
You're the one that i love
Sometimes i need you in silence
But i never have your heart
Someday
If i meet you again
I wish i didn't know you
Like a stranger
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bencadiz · 1 year
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patinainsurance · 1 year
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trustonlystars · 1 year
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Meet me where I sit with my insecurities. Show me your vulnerabilities, scars that hurt, memories that still haunt. Meet me by the beach and tell me about your childhood memories, with or without the traumas. Meet me at the dark alley so you could share your truths, and I can unveil mine. Meet me near the lake at dusk so we could undress our shields, uncover our stories, even before a subtle bare nudge. Meet me in the clouds, and tell me that the imaginary world does exist, and you have seen magic grow in my backyard. Meet me at the hill so we can scream to the stars to make our wish come true, let’s scream so loud that the stars have no choice but to fall for us. Meet me where your heart meets mine, meet me where I meet myself.
- trustonlystars | Jannie F
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vamp1regirl · 2 months
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Toccando il tuo petto ho immerso le mani nel tuo cuore, tappando ogni orifizio per farlo implodere d’amore per me
@some-times-ihate-you
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jouissanceangel · 1 year
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“Ode to the Watermelon,” Aracelis Girmay
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iamtenshidoom · 2 years
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As the blackness fades away
Our path becomes illuminated
As we continue to press through
Let our light shine brighter
than ten thousand suns
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