remember that evening? you told me you wanted to leave a mark in this world? i wanted to tell you that once i die, the soil that wraps around me will forever be you because in a way, im you as much as you are me.
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https://tiffany-390.ludgu.top/j/r9G5ugx
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S. F. Solstice, "Camaraderie;"
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just thinking about how people don’t use their favourite perfume daily because they’re saving it for a special occasion, or they don’t want to burn their favourite candle because they’re saving it for a special evening, and how we do the same thing with life, and don’t take risks, and then all of a sudden in 5 years your left with a full bottle of stale perfume, and your favourite candle is collecting dust, and your life passed you by before you even knew it because you were waiting for something special, or living in fear when every day is important. You can get another candle but you can’t get another day.
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i don't have any dark secrets
but i do have a few light ones.
and i don't mean light
in that they're not heavy
because fuck they are,
but rather... well,
my secret is that i am terrified
to tell her that i love her
and how could that possibly
be anything but sunshine?
how could loving her,
in whatever horrible
form that may be in,
be anything other than
the single greatest thing
i've ever done with my life?
it doesn't matter if
she doesn't love me back
if i never get the courage
to tell her anyway.
i will keep my secrets
buried deep inside and
hope that their light
is enough to keep me warm.
i will keep loving her
and i will keep it to myself.
-mars
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I don't even want to get to know you,
[...] want to ignore every little thing
I found so lovely about you
by laurenmaerie, want to keep a safe distance
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It takes a village but the village is sick.
Kunzhi
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was looking back through 3am notes app poetry and found some stuff lmao i’m not sure if i like it but still
so i’m thinking-
of blood red roses
and molten suns
champagne bottles
and broken glass
i’m seeing flashes
i’m hearing drums
books are ashes
and wishes burnt
once a ribbon donned your hair
lacy skirts and artists flair
now it’s ripped up canvas
and raised voices
all you want is one more chance
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I’d digress
a hairs breadth
from my original vector
and aimless indifference
might lift my calloused heals
an inch less
above the uneven ground.
Perhaps catch
the inward-turned protrusion
of a toe
and cause some hitherto broken
teeth to taste curb.
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love hides itself in tiny nooks and crannies. in a song you once listened to together. on a park bench where you once ate side by side. love can, and should, feel heavy. but not weigh you down, like a warm ball of comfort in your belly. to love is to release a secret you carry. its to hold out your hand and accept someone else's love and any pain that follows. to say “i love you” is not simply a declaration of your emotions, its a decision to yourself that you are prepared to take on the hardships that may arise in a relationship, a promise that the joys of loving someone outweigh any challenges that may, and will arise. all the hopes and faith entwined to the three magic words, all its weightage. words are futile, the words “i love you” being anything but that.
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when you question your worth,
i’m speechless.
how can someone so important,
someone so special,
someone so worthy,
doubt their worth like that?
i care for you as Mother Mary cared for Jesus.
i care for you to the point that, even as a poet,
i can’t put together words that could properly
describe how much i love you.
i love the stars and the moon, you know that.
but what you don’t know is that i’d give them
up, i’d give them all up, just for you.
you are worth the moon and the stars and all
my words, take them.. they do not matter to me
without you.
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If my words weren't enough for you to measure the depth of my love, nothing I do will ever be. A poet, words are the closest thing I have to the mirror of my soul.
-Sabina Yesmin
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s. f. solstice, "pink moon"
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