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enby-panick · 3 days

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you, my best kept secret and well known sin

you give me life only to kill me again

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inkwelloftheheart · 2 days

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A spark in the darkness Flicker of light Those whispers of strength will conquer the night.

-Flynn Caulfield

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voicesandthoughts · 1 year

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I want simple things

Like folding laundry with you

Anything would do

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orangestripesblog · 5 months

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wolkenleere · 1 year

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Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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moments-everyday · 8 months

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and if i said it out loud (i am hungry. but what i am craving is you.), would you have smiled (oh, i understand!), would you have looked at my lips (i never thought you'd say it.), would you have leaned in (see? i have been famished as well.), if i had agreed (if i can't have you, i think i will starve.), if i had opened my mouth (my stomach has been growling all this time.), would we have finally kissed (we yearn to swallow each other piece for piece.)

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27paperlilies · 9 months

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Does anyone else talk to trees.

There's a Willow tree a street away from where I live. It's stands lonely and big, surrounded by high-rise living quarters. I find myself muttering worries to them, that I had buried deep to my core, whether they can hear me? I'm not sure.

But I still feel a sense of companionship with this barked covered figure. At the truck I stand, with branches blanketing and blocking me for unforgiving hands. Perhaps they understand.

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putah-creek · 5 months

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If your plate is empty, bring it to me, and I will fill it. Should you be cold, I will light the fire. When the day is hard and heavy, return to me here. I will carry the burden for as long as we both shall breathe. In this life I will take your part, you do not walk alone.

jlj

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 20 days

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Echoes

I think about it all the time the unresponsive fights and all the make believes I had to endure, dissociated from the storm I don't know you anymore. Perhaps in another life when life was much more simpler unimaginative, black and blue undercovered from all that was due, strayed from what was knew it became a life that dewed. There was no other time a tomb filled with all those lies and the grace of a grave that hole was made out of pain, truth and lies. They became my rain leaving out all those harsh thorns its pierced my heart, bleeding the lost cause dry. My faith died that day pushed me away, now, I have to do it all again.

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getcareless · 13 days

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Triolet Poem #51

Building a place where I won't weep. Me and my hands endure the pain. Somewhere I can call safe to sleep. Building a place where I won't weep. - A place that people die to keep- castles of sand in pouring rain. Building a place where I won't weep. Me and my hands endure the pain.

"Endure The Pain", JEP

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enby-panick · 14 hours

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so this is love— a bruise so tenderly inflicted that it never fades away

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inkwelloftheheart · 3 months

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Words aren’t always necessary. Sometimes, emotions, feelings, and intentions can resonate far more intensely through quiet gestures, a knowing glance, or even the shared space of comfortable silence.

- Flynn Caulfield

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kaleb-is-definitely-sane · 4 months

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It’s wild to me that people will write sentences, do a little line break, and call it poetry. Like first of all that’s a poem (yes, technically that is a poem) but it’s not poetry! Meanwhile, I pour out the entirety of my soul into my work, labor over every individual word choice, never post a poem until i’m at least 80% sure that it’s at least adequate… and yet i still have this creeping dread that I’ll never be good enough to be loved nor admired.

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orangestripesblog · 5 months

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I wanted to grow old with you.

I’m glad I didn’t, but I really wanted to.

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wolkenleere · 9 months

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I'm not the one you would pick, I am not the one you love. I am the one who cheers you up, the one who listens, the one where you can let out your depressive thoughts, the one who helps you to change, because you want to. I am the one before the relationship, the one who loves you but you don't love back. The one who would always be there for you even if you'd be a horrible person. But I am tired to be the healer, I am tired to listen to you for hours without asking me how I am. I am so tired to feel like a no one to you. I am tired of being the heartbroken one.

wolkenleere

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weltonboys · 1 year

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aaron smith

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