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poetry-universes · 7 months
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evergreenwords · 3 months
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"A melody in the silence whispers secrets only our hearts can hear. In the grand symphony of life. Each note a memory. Each breath a tear." -s.z (Operandi)
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jyo-devulapally · 2 years
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joyjeet-gupta · 2 years
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Troubled Waters of Me & You
My world was hard, a heated concrete floor until you stepped in like rushed rainwater; the summer’s cure all voices seemed distant, the room felt empty a complete trance; yet I felt so lively.
I should have known better, the charmers moved fast watched you cross the room and sat with those pretty-face blunts a cold shower over my silly flushed skin with the rain long gone, the summer paved in.
“Nothing’s lost, you never dipped your toe”, a mantra for my miserable soul but then you shifted on your own accords threw a glance, a pause followed by a smile of thousand volts.
Inside me went falling free, open water cascading steep hill never waited to scale the water for its depth or heat ‘cause time wouldn’t budge had I dodged its flow. I feared my exile to be in you, but had no escape from eyes so teal you were a vast ocean of unknown depth, rushing up to my cold feet caressing me to trust your rampant waves and wait for an afterglow.
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magpie-in-motion · 2 years
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If only I could talk to young me.
Me with the tired eyes and the worn in school uniform.
If only I could speak to her and say,
"I know you feel it. Like you're stuck here. But you're going to make it. There is so, so much more out there, it's infinite. You never have to feel stuck in this fishbowl again."
Then maybe, little me would have some more hope.
Little me wouldn't have to wonder but never be able to see beyond.
Little me would know that we turn out okay.
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Carving a place in my heart for you
was easy.
You put his mask on with such precision,
such grace that it looked genuine
when those espresso-colored eyes met mine.
You didn't care about me,
didn't wonder what I had dreamt
when I awoke shaking in your bed.
You only wanted someone's time to waste
before deciding I wasn't the one
and leaving me out in the rain.
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And I have new friends now, a new life
that doesn't need to include you.
Only it does because I keep pouring your soul
into these poems,
doing my best to remember your scent or
the way that one shirt hung so well
on your tan shoulders,
(the shirt I stole from the foot of your bed.)
(The shirt I still dig out sometimes,
fastening the buttons with two shaking hands
as I try not to remember her voice blasting
in my ears at 3 AM as I do my best to forget
the promises and the way that you left me),
the beating of your heart as you pulled me close
in the middle of the night instead of
sneaking me in through the back door
so I could barely make curfew.
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Maybe these are just memories of something
we once shared,
and maybe they don't matter to you.
And I know they won't mean a thing
when I'm meeting him at the end of the aisle,
with our closest family and friends
staring at me and only me,
but they still come to the forefront of my mind
whenever I close my eyes
or when I startle awake to the sound
of birds singing outside,
the way I used to sing in your ear
as you did your best to find sleep.
And I can't fall asleep at the drop of a hat
anymore because you took the peace away,
closing a tight fist around it as you let it
turn to dust,
just before brushing it away and letting
the life I built drift past
with the wind.
-Another lover, another memory.
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thelilyvase · 2 years
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you live in the cracks of my reflection; in the back of my mind, behind my eyelids. i can’t escape you, can’t reach you. haunting the corners of my memory, a streak of colour inside my faded frame, you are all i could be and all i was; all i will never become. i grasp at your stardust, aching and empty for something i cannot return to.
— to my wasted potential; l.h.
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becomingvecna · 4 months
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— David Cronenberg, Consumed
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 7 months
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{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}
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thoughtcascades · 9 months
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I come from a long line of people with something wrong with them
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bebx · 6 months
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poetry-universes · 3 months
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if you are heaven,
i would love to die.
if you are tears,
i would love to cry.
if you are pain,
i would love to get hurt
how do i not dream about you
when your name is my favourite word.
if you are the ocean,
i'll be the wave
in winters, you are the warmth, i crave.
if you are the moon,
i'll be the closest star
i will always love you
no matter where you are.
if you are a poem
i wanna be the writer,
if you are the dagger,
i could be the fighter.
if you are the sun,
i wanna be your sunshine.
i belong to you,
will you be mine?
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evergreenwords · 2 years
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The sprawling sunlight shines its rays. It seems to promise better days. The raging rainfall takes its course. And it will flow back to the source. The time it spirals to and fro. The days, they never seem to slow. And I will promise this to you. I’m always with you, through and through. For the self is a place for sanctuary. The world at large can make us wary. And so refine your mind and cherish. Don’t let that aspect of you perish. For this the place we do reside. The place where we receive the tide. Surely my thoughts are an ocean. This the place to find devotion. Find yourself and find your maker. There is a giver and a taker. So polish your mind and meet your fate. It's good for you at any rate. -s.z (A Way To Be Own Love And Guidance)
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jyo-devulapally · 2 years
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joyjeet-gupta · 2 years
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Deep Thought Moments
My son, my little boy is a bundle of joy all over the house you’ll find his toys my little goofball is now a licensed toddler holding onto his pride, he strides like his father so he bumps his head to every other wall but he never cries; his giggle is his play call yet there are interludes like any other play my heart skips beats as his smile fades away face reds quickly, tiny fists get tight he’s in some deep thoughts that aren’t very bright don’t walk, just sprint ‘cause my baby is ready a few seconds are enough and his diaper gets heavy!
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moderndaymystic · 4 months
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Intimacy is not just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, staying up all night talking, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact and feeling each other without touching - it's exchanging energy
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