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kirkshiresloss · 1 year
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Like this cigarette I'm smoking
A future fading fast.
An old promise broken.
A fatal car crash.
A heart on the mend.
The other in the blender.
Resentment moving in.
Another great pretender.
Things will improve.
So they all say.
May prove to be true,
But I can't tell today.
Because I miss her hand
Holding my thumb.
And I ache for her love
Like air to my lungs.
Those bare feet dangling
As I picked her up to dance
Round and round we'd go
We were in a trance.
I could go on forever
She meant everything to me.
I could never regret her
My garbanzo bean.
-kirkshiresloss-
//d.o.a.//
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kidgillis · 6 months
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The older I get, I can't help but look back at my life to those unique and horrid moments. And, sometimes, I wonder...could I have handled this differently? Would I change that? Should I have done something else? I have no regrets. These are just some questionable remembrances that often come to mind. Like honestly...What if I was wrong? Is it okay to admit it? Can I take responsibility for my actions, reactions, and role in everything that previously happened? Can I be still and listen, hearing other's perspectives and what's being said to me without defending myself or having a rebuttal? Can I accept the truth without adding or subtracting from it? Can I live with the consequences of my actions? Can I understand and learn from my mistakes? Can I apologize without condemnation? Can I receive forgiveness without judgment? Can I change for the better without having to prove something to someone? Can I be human? Can I make mistakes and have bad days without being ridiculed? Can I learn and grow from immature to mature, even as I age? Can I be emotional or even break down without someone trying to abandon me? Can I cry without being told I'm too sensitive and weak? In my heart, I know the answers to my questions. Yes, I can do these things, but sometimes...I don't, and I don't know why. But that's the past. So, I'll leave it there until these thoughts come back to visit me again, later on...
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mortalghost · 2 years
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My God.
As the sun hung overhead upon a late May sky I felt the burning on my skin as my yearning towards my sins pulled me deeper within your heartache. Play the music in your soul while the flotsam and jetsom of your being screams for bitter beings of a fire down below.
Breathe.
Surrender to the wilds of a bitter pill devoured inside a turning point embraced that your name is soon embraced and forgive the holy Father of a tone soon ensnared to a torment long embraced while your ludicrous emotions halt and stare and erase a morning glory now forgotten to the memories untrodden of a fire long forgotten while my words may seem unloving I'm so lost without a soul.
Where were you, where was I, where do these demon forms arise as we wrestle with the lies of the alcohol.
I miss you.
-H. Murcia 5:38 PM 5/22/2022
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instruth · 1 year
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An Echoing Of Death
The wine cellar needs replenishing
Greens and meats readily ted
When I am hungry I am fed
Nourishment is now diminishing
An empty vessel echoing its death
A sound of thunder brings the rain
Clear sky is an open mind
Stillness of a wasted wind
Complaints are all in vain
Waiting to harvest before death
©Johnny J P Lee
19 January 2023
Gogyoshiren Poem (10)
Photos J. P. Lee
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pjg2950 · 2 years
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Sitting
Sitting on a fake leather chair,
Sweat drips from me and it only 55!
Thoughts slid from my mind onto to my chest.
Covering my sanity with a flow of lucid thoughts.
Still I try to catch them as they drip past.
My wrists slid on the key pad.
Coming with new words that don’t make sense
The summer is coming 
what shall I do?
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i’m trying my hardest to enjoy it.
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heartofmuse · 3 years
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My soul always approaches yours and I breathe you in the wind that brings the night to me. Your beautiful soul shines in the center of my heart and brings tender thoughts to my mind. Here I am, looking at each star, and voicing your name to each one. I confess to them how much I love you and how the stardust of your soul shines in the depths of your eyes. I tell them about the music that I always hear in your words just as they also hear the Moon's song. I reveal to them how magical your laugh is, like a mischievous comet that fills my sky with sparks. I confess how much I embrace you every day in my thoughts just like the mantle of the night embraces them, and how I keep the stories that you tell me like they keep the memories of the night in the brightness of their burning hearts.
e.v.e.
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sonreyes · 2 years
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did you think this poem is about you? did you think that this whisper floated along radio waves just to kiss your ear?
did you think after all this time your name still sits on my shelf waiting to drink in the rain? did you think my lips still wrap around your name? did you think every Spring I traveled to your door in my dreams?
that I made the motions how the sun lays to bed or how the grey wolf sighs at night? do your fingers still search for the light when you want to keep a secret in the place even God doesn’t know?
even now that dust has settled and a new sun rises on an empty bed the place between coming and going is dead did you think this poem is about you?
it is. and has always been
//did you think this poem was about you? by: alec prado// //Photo Courtesy of: Karel Chladek on Instagram//
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heartweary-writing · 3 years
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Nowadays
My shadow hangs
So heavy,
It drags behind me
Down the alley.
And I don’t wanna go
Home
Again.
I am just a hollow soul
Sighing
In the wind.
But, if I came
To you
With only empty hands,
Would you still
Help me
Stand?
Would you sing to me
What has never
Been spoken?
Would you heal
In me,
All that is broken?
I am so hollow,
All that’s left
Is
Belief.
Oh, carry me,
I am
Weak.
Don’t leave,
Don’t leave me.
J. K. L
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autumnsunshine10 · 3 years
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It's as simple and sublime as this: every day you have me smiling as if I swallowed sunbeams, and time with you is always well spent...only complaint being there's not nearly enough of it.
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kirkshiresloss · 10 months
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Sometimes I feel like this has all been a sick dream.
That you and I only exist on astral planes
Where love is plentiful;
Yet miscommunication runs rampant.
Seems to be a loop in time
and neither one of us can break
without losing the other
Tell me,
Am I what you stand to lose?
Is there another thumb
that fits perfectly in the palm of your hand?
How many nights have you went to sleep without whistling?
Is there any love for me left,
In your arms or in your bed?
Because I fear my soul has lost its splendor
To even the devil himself.
I have nothing left to offer in exchange for your love,
But my own confusion.
-kirkshiresloss-
(Kerouac's loss)
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jules-hazard · 2 years
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cw: nsfw implied in mint and viridian parts and kinda explicit in persian
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aquamarine
we found a piece of glass by the sea
caressed by water and crusted by salt
like every wound of mine
traced with your lips
and cleansed with your tears
until all of my edges
were smoothed away
by your sheer presence
that night
you pierced the shard right through
and i plaited a beautiful tear-like bead
into your hair
honeydew
i can't remember a single word
of that made-up story i told you
to make your voice vibrate
with careless laughter
only the lump in my throat
when the early spring sun
teased your eyelids
and painted a halo around your face
over our pale green walls
mint
i spilled hot tea
all over my thighs
and after you treated me
with water cold like winter morning
you wrote
'please don't hurt'
over my fevered skin
with the tip of your
tongue
chartreuse
i froze in the middle of the street
helplessly captured by the sudden wish
to look into your eyes
so i tightened my grip on your hand
slightly raised the wide brim
of your flamboyant summer hat
and you caught my gaze
sweetly ablush
as i gently kissed
the tips of your
eyelashes
emerald
you knew this wasn't a real precious stone
a cheap pretty piece of colored plastic
(not eco-friendly too) 
but still you gave me that necklace
fidgeting nervously, flustered and shy
saying how it reminded you of that
deep green transparent blouse i'd worn
and how it went well
with my golden skin
shimmering around my neckline
i saw it in your eyes
you weren't sure i'd ever wear it
while i knew i would hardly ever
take it off
viridian
the darkest mystery
resolves
as even the deepest parts
of my ocean
roar restlessly
under my palms
pine
let's have a picnic
he said
soaked wet from rich lavish rain
as we were hiding under a tree
cocooned in tight embrace of the forest
and then we had one
full of innocent romance
i was keeping him warm
and i gifted him
with the prettiest cone
i'd found
fern
he told me to make a wish
and i made him up
in my hands
in my mind
and desperately begged the rare flower
to bloom with our love
moss
fine membrans of skin
stretched over the arches
of your feet
blueish and almost lacelike
but you still walk bare
as you are
and the undergrowth
bursting with life
covers your path with
intimate caresses 
that sense the same as those
of my wet lips
persian
my eyes were diving deep
into the greenest ocean
as i was fucking you senseless
letting myself go
you
pressed against the curtains
in my best friend's parents'
bedroom
me
tearing you apart
olive
whatever deity there is
for whatever reason
happened to gift me
with you
i called them l o v e
since then i'm a believer
and you're a blessed sapling
i'm bound to take care of
with everything life-nourishing
there is in me
— green palette // julzzz
poetic cycle 'the hues of us' - jules ed.
mooadboard by me, but none of the images belongs to me
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kidgillis · 3 years
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How do you find something that is constantly always stripped from you? Freedom. It sits within arms reach but, every time you touch it; someone takes it from you before you get a chance to enjoy it. Life. I never thought about the rat race or the gaps within my life until recently. Woke. I never batted an eyelash at the misfortunes or oppurtunities presented infront of me. Privilege. is all new territory but, it's real. History. The good, the bad, and the ugly. It's all real. Unfortunate. I feel the presence it has. I feel the pressure and weight it bares on souls. Struggle. I know what it feels like to lack and live in poverty just as much as I know what it's like to gain and live in peace with the little wealth I am able to obtain. Experience. It's not the getting that's hard. No, it's the people. Judgement. The people who observe you, that lead you and mistreat you. It's the people who play on every side of the field for different teams not realizing we're all playing the same game for the same reason. Bondage. We the people, are in need of something. Revolution. We the people, are now present and are ready to take on the system. Power. Want, need, or desire. We hustle and fight to the death of us, in order to obtain what is rightfully ours. War. What is unlawfully theirs, is actually rightfully mine. Revelation. I know you hate to admit it, just as much as I hate to live in the midst of this chaos but, something has to change and transform the times we're living in before it's too late. Control. Before, we destory the world. Love. Before, we get left behind. Unite. Before it's to late to save us all. Return. Before, we arrive. Enough. Before, we unlearn the process. Become. Before, we need to go back. Time. Going back to get my Birth Rights. We the people, The Royal Heirs.
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dg-fragments · 3 years
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Ten Tiny Losses
The little airplane, found after a struggle, made him dream, only to be crashed in flight.
Awkwardness amongst people coupled with the inability to make friends, left him by himself.
Disappointing those around him, with his recklessness, who were oblivious to him crumpling.
The feelings that should've been filled with hue, never expressed, leaving him to rue.
The hand, once held with a promise to never let go, left stranded with no companion.
A betrayal, he couldn't see coming, such was the irony, yet bizarrely fierce was it's atrocity.
The love that was held, nurtured over the years too, only to be turned to dust, without any warning.
The heart, talkative once, hardly beats now, and yet he raises his quests each night, perhaps in hope.
The lights supposedly meant to guide him home took him to where they themselves couldn't be.
The books needing to be announced, but kept hidden, for the fear of explanation was too much to bear.
- DG
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mega2wheellife · 3 years
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I knew the look
philosophers
those cats got me early
which did not help at school
help me amend my ways
for when the greats
can’t solve the riddle
what chance did I have?
but I knew from them
fear is the key
fear answers everything
& paired with that
our anxiety of being found out
as nothing but
fearful anxious timorous beasts
no better no worse
than others in the same fix
which as you might imagine
does not make a great athlete
fighter to be top of academic classes
& no matter how hard they tried
to beat the sense out of me
I knew the look
on their original faces
neil benbow
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heartofmuse · 3 years
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Sometimes I need to hear your voice more than I need to hear my own. Sometimes the silence in me can only be broken by the sound of your voice for the pull of your call and the desire to respond are the strongest forces inside of me.
e.v.e.
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