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wordsaremydiary12 days ago
Could you write a poem. About a girl who likes this guy's. She can't seem to forget him, and she suspects she loves him but she also knows she doesn't love him... Hope that make sense .... Plus ur poems r amazinggggggg
Hello 馃憢 Anonymous. Hope everything is going great.
I can certainly try to write it. But I can't guarantee it will reach your expectations. And thank you! Your support is highly appreciated :) Anyways, here it is.
Mystically Real
Is he real,
Or am I hallucinating?
Is he mystical,
Or am I dreaming?
He makes me run
Yet I still can't forget him.
He makes life fun
And I always remember him.
Is this love?
I don't think so.
This isn't love,
But what if it might be so?
All day in my head
I can't stop thinking.
Maybe even in my heart
I can't stop feeling.
2021, April 4th
_MJ
I hope you like it. I've tried my best 馃槄. Thank you for the suggestion. I appreciate it 馃槃
Have a good day mate :)
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fansof-faces4 years ago
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Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm. -W. H. Auden Words so less, but means so much to a tainted soul.
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juan-francisco-palenciaan hour ago
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Find time to quietly reflect. You will be able to see more clearly what is essential about yourself and who you love.
- by Juan Francisco Palencia. JFP 漏 鈩
"Busca tiempo para reflexionar en silencio. Lograr谩s ver con mayor claridad lo esencial de ti mismo y de quien am谩s".
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shaheen1914 hours ago
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but after all, the scars will fade.
your skin will heal and be remade.
the clock will hit twelve, the patches will mend,
summer will come back around again.
the sun will rise and minds will change,
constellations slowly rearrange.
dusty coal will turn to diamonds that shine,
for all of our wounds will be healed with time.
-caroline kaufman
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honeyfortheheart5 hours ago
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He said I was dangerous and called me a witch
I wonder how many innocent women
Have been burned alive because of men like him
蕼岽徤瘁磭蕪 蕼岽囜磤蕗岽
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pensamentossortidos8 hours ago
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The world is full of monsters with friendly faces and angels full of scars.
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poemsbyssb8 hours ago
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I was so ready to let you go.
I was prepared for saying our last goodbye
and I felt that you were too.
And I remembered how my hands tremble,
how my heart sunk into my chest
as I saw you coming to me
ready for saying your last words.
And we knew.
our love was still there but not our courage.
we were never enough brave to lose ourselves in our love,
but I knew it was there.
you knew that too.
And you came to me that day.
my hand ached your touch,
my lips missed your breath,
but I knew that I was only hearing your words.
And I was so ready to let you go.
I was prepared to say goodbye.
But that day you decided that your last words would be
asking me about my dreams one last time.
and you knew them,
you always knew my dreams
but you asked me again about them
one last time.
And I told you all those dreams I pictured
and you were not in them,
but how much I wanted you in them.
And you looked me in the eyes one last time,
and you arched your lips one last time for me,
and you said your last words.
You hoped for my dreams to come true.
And at that moment I realized
that I was never ready to let you go.
Last words - PoemsbySsb
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wwpoetry10 hours ago
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Butterfly
When I look
In the mirror
Who am I
Gay, straight, trans,
Pan, or bi
Why is this world
So critical of who
You wanna love
When it's up to
The man above
Our world is
Full of hate
Making us take
Detours of our fate
Why can't we just
Accept one another
Stop ridiculing us
On who we choose
As our lovers
We can't help
Our heart's desire
When we find someone
To put out the fire
Love should be accepted
In all pairs of eyes
Instead of being
Forced to always hide
I'm going to love
Whomever I feel like
No matter who my
Soul picks up hitchhiking
Love shouldn't be a crime
For in this life you
Aren't given much time
Find your ride or die
Nobody should try
To control your decisions
There should be
No restrictions
Follow your ambitions
I ask again
Who am I
Look in the mirror
You're free to decide
To be as free
Like a butterfly
By: NostalgicMermaid77
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lostinnep11 hours ago
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I will leave with the stars, wherever the wind carries me, taking with me the dream of a love that will forever burn. He who has always been close, but I have never been able to touch. I had to stay away, because of a man without compassion. I am not afraid of hell, for I have already known paradise, in my vivid dreams with its black hair and soothing voice, which always keeps me in a state of ecstasy and made me want to live.
For my only dream
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freyaasstuff12 hours ago
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Hey! Welcome to my blog. :)
I'm Freya. I write and this is my blog where I basically post qoutes or thoughts which are wandering in my mind.
I adore dark/light /romantic academic aesthethic.
I'm interested in history and literature
Languages and culture around the world <333
Kinda adventurous.
I'm an Infj (i sometimes think i may be an enfp)
Hufflepuff 馃挍
I basically post qoutes or thoughts which are wandering in my head they are my original I've not copied them from somewhere else. If post someone else work credits are given
And if i post anyone else's qoutes i do give them credit :)
My inbox is always open in case you wanna talk about poems and dark academic things.
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lifeandloveliterarythings13 hours ago
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Bad Behaviour is not Normal
Its not fucking normal ,
Its the Abuse that makes you feel like it is !
16 Abril 2021 ,
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lyricsbylittle14 hours ago
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IS IT JUST ME?
I was close enough to touch but not close enough for you to read my mind I believed in you - perhaps I still do I was so close to reach the bottom line but not that close to see us part I believed in you - perhaps I still do
All the senses mean nothing at the moment We say goodbye ending a wonderful story
Is it just me?
I was close enough to see the stare but not close enough to see it longs for her I believed in you - what if I still do? I was so close to figure this out but not that closed, I let you break my heart I believed in you - what if I still do?
All the words you say Will not stop this ache
Is it just me?
Is it all in my head? Am I crazy for believing that you could change I believed in you but you didn't believe in me and the love I gave all you did was take, take, take... so take it just one more time make me believe you could鈥檝e been mine.
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arcanehere18 hours ago
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Every relationship has it鈥檚 ends, I knew ours had to end even before it started.
But like every other person who鈥檚 in love,
I took my heart and give it to you to break it, crush it; to take care of it.
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freyaasstuff20 hours ago
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"Only lost souls treasure home
Only broken souls treasure love"
-Freya
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justagirltrynnabreathe20 hours ago
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And if you found yourself.. lost in the crowd
A broken soul trying to be found
Would you take her in your arms
And shower her with the love you save for others?
Would you care for her like she's the most beautiful thing that happened to you?
Would you hold her hand and pull her out of the crowd and stay ... stay by her side until she is able to breathe?
Would you look at your lost self.. her.. and see a human in need?
Or would you deem it a monster and leave it to bleed?
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soft-writings21 hours ago
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Oh I want somebody to love me as who I am when I'm reading a book
Its not too much to ask for, is it really? For someone to fall in love with me the way I sniff the book before I even begin reading it; devouring the beautiful smell that has travelled through so many hearts and hands before finally making its way to mine, the way I spend my time touching and tracing my fingers over as if to establish a connection before I begin on this impalpable journey to exist in somebody else's life, the way I spend too much time reading the introduction and analysing the index as if I could almost peep through the author's mind into what made him write it, the way I take a deep breath before beginning on to the first chapter;the way I proceed to become an entirely different human by the end of the book; acquiring experiences and living as somebody else, the way I squint my eyes and close the book for a second when the character does something embarassing, the way I laugh along the joys brought in their lives, the way I re-read sentences that make sense to just me, to just me. Most importantly, I want that someone, MY SOMEONE, to come, hold me in his arms when my eyes well up and I shatter into a million pieces as the author chooses to cease the life of somebody that existed in a manner too real to me. I want that someone, to just comfort me in the endless silence between us, as I choose to sob to convey my emotions, not having to explain the cause of my tears, not having to explain anything, not having any void between us to erase and try to weave strands of words to make any sense, because some things, just don't.
And if not, maybe I would ask life to give me a chance, of being that someone, to someone, and maybe loving him as who he is, while he reads a book.
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