Sometimes courage means holding on. Sometimes courage means letting go.
-@lipikkawrites
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Marina Tsvetaeva, from "Sahara", Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Simon Franklin) [ID'd]
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Settle
Settle in
Lay down your bags
Remove your shoes
Release the weight
In your arms
In your legs
Slow your breathing
Pause.
No more running
Or planning what's next
The sun is reaching through the branches
It's a soft, warm glow this morning
The coffee still steams a little
And each breath is fresh and full
Your muscles
Your joints
Are begging you let them fall
Just be
Curl up in the blankets
And stay
Stay
For a little while
In this place
With me
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And I don’t know how to do it-
I either give too much
Or not enough.
I’m either a flowing River
Or a rigid wall.
My heart can’t match its beat
To another, and it refuses to belong
To anything
but me.
It hurts…it hurts but
Even alone,
I am complete.
Like a mountain, I stand…
The clouds hiding its peak.
J. K. L
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It's been a while since I posted anything from the comics. You guys seem to love it when I do that so here you go! Another super gay-coded moment from issue 16. You get no context for this. Also Pinky is savage AF here. I love seeing Pinky's sassy side!
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The ascendancy
Of my pallet rests
Against her sweetest
Center - her calm yet
Mellifluous Reach into
That dark and dusky
Staid of night - before
the morn’ and throne
Of her full and ripe flavor,
She whispers the founding
Of this favor devoured
Before me - slit to the bone
Of my intentions - where
Every color of her misty,
Blended flow is bested
By the stars in Couldspeak
telling me of flowered light
As if time were a blanket
Spread lost over her landscapes
Before me, all of Earth lain bare
In shallows of dawns dilemma,
Lofty planes of initiation, and favor
The incline of time’s Naive
Above and below her
Second guesses as they
Dwell among dismay and
doubt, the anxieties
Of kindness sitting inside
the stupor of time, and
her eyes of dawn where
the Day is just beginning . . .
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© Thespian Drummer / the eyes of dawn
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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.15.24
“Stamps“
Let me pay the postman
Who sends my s.w.a.k. away
Let me pay with penance
With pennants and reminders
Remainders of my taxes
Waxing moons and bent and broken spoons
Let me pay the postman
Who sends my parcel to partners
With letters laced with love
Doodles and daliance
And not delays
But in many many ways
Let me pay the postman
Who sends my love’s my love
With scribbles and scrabbles
Points both high and low
With leaves and petals
And victorious medals
Please postman let me pay
@env0writes C.Buck
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Photo by my friend Mika
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String Theory
I can see through your eyes
And what haunts them from behind
Afflicted by your irrational fears
And the concept of fleeting time
How many pages are left in your story,
And if you ever amounted to anything,
Questioning the fundamentals of reality
And if everything reroutes back to nothing
But what you can’t seem to grasp
Is the true insignificance of it all
Life is woven into the most complex pattern
Made by a string from the simplest ball of yarn
Humanity, and all of our little worries
Are just a thread fraying off the blanket
Try your best to ignore the monsters in the fold
And find the reasons why to be thankful for it
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Life is too short to argue, just say ok and move on.
-@lipikkawrites
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steeled.txt
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Winter-Long
Winter's cold is curled
like a lick beneath
underneath the beating heart.
Like a hand of a stranger on my shoulder.
Your name is the white breath
I realease
from trembling lips. It escapes
from me and into the dense air
that carries cold with a purpose.
Loss is a constant companion,
it doesn't fade with time.
I watch it shiver outside
under the burden
of heavy snow.
What does it know of warmth?
I let it slip inside,
and sit by the fire.
but little by little it
takes over. It creeps below,
leaves my body damp and aching,
swamped by run-away thoughts
of you. And cold settles
like a tickle in the lungs.
© SoulReserve 2023
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It hurts to put weight on my left leg
Because when we were falling
I chose to save you instead of myself
And the choice
Not consciously made
Is one I'd make again
And again
And again
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Farewell
Untie your hands, love, use your feet
Let go of my waist, dance to your own beat
It will be clear, if only you'd wipe away your tears
For your happiness, I'd go and face my fears
The wind in my sails, we're at your stop
Promise me I'll at least be in your map.
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Too much mouth. Too many teeth.
She is a beautiful beast
A monster worth running from
A monster worth admiring
Smile. Wide.
Gleaming. Shiny. Slimey.
Smile.
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Maybe I should have gone to you
In January, when the cold
Rang in the earth’s bones-
Shaking,
Shaking
Shaking you unsteady
Your heart heavy
Your mind ready
To unravel.
Yes, maybe I should have gone to you-
Even if you would have gone away,
Anyway.
J. K. L
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