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aweinspiredcreations · 5 months
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I’m fixated on the ‘ifs’ that could’ve been us.
Whilst above, lies the map of dreams.
In this night sky of falling stars, I only have one wish, you.
Lying to myself and hoping for an ‘us’ is like reaching for the stars, an unrealistic dream.
~ In Awe ~
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chosetobethisway · 1 year
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“Nostalgia and grief are more alike than you realise. Nostalgia reminds you of a memory, something that could never be again. But it’s happy, hopeful. Grief, too, reminds you of something that could never be again. But it does so with melancholy. With longing, and mourning. With time, we all learn how to turn the grief to nostalgia. And no matter how impossible it seems, you'll be able to do it too.” Neither of us said anything after that. We walked in silence, but her words echoed through my mind. We all learn how to turn the grief to nostalgia. Someday, you'll be able to do it too.
and i will wait until i can
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victormalonso · 2 years
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escenas de un sueño | víctor m. alonso
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rowori · 1 year
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family tree
the beginning is lost
and the ending is wishful thinking,
but everything can be traced back to you
a tree of trauma you gave me and the vines entangled me before i noticed the asphyxiation
i choked on your expectations so much that they became my own
and you still cling to me like the smell of smoke on skin
you douse me in gasoline over and over and i’ve been waiting years for you to light the match
and maybe you thought you were ready for the wildfire
but you were only prepared to watch from a distance
in fear and awe of the beauty and destruction 
so i’ll water these charred roots
nourishing them in hopes that one day
i’ll blossom into something nurturing and new
and i’ll move on from you
my branches will bloom into something so reminiscent of me
you’ll be shocked by its unfamiliarity,
but you never did know me at all, did you?
you only saw the flowers that sprouted at your feet
instead of the forest i could’ve been
-rw
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phoebejohnson · 8 months
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myfuturehappiness · 10 months
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Conflicted, not sure I can trust my heart and my body. This chemistry is giving off an intense reaction, fireworks between my thighs. The deep connection shot my guard down and I’m afraid the deeper he goes, the more I will want to stay. He said, let’s not play games, but honestly it feels like I am playing games with myself sometimes. Scenarios spray into my brain, fear be chasing me and the lack of healthy relationships make me leave myself strayed, like I’m lost in a cold black hole. When you numb yourself and put yourself in solitude the hardest part is learning how to feel again. With him, it’s like he injected heroin into my chest and made me believe again. I don’t know if it’s a feeling or a distraction, I just wonder can I trust myself this time?
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chaotic-academician · 2 years
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Winter Solace
the sun sets and the moon rises an icy wind blows away the lingering warmth snowflakes falling painting the landscape white cold fingers on lips hot breath against skin frozen tears on cheeks disappearing with every touch closer and closer until our hearts become one
— R. Yonaga
Prompt:
[Twitter] inkedmagic | [#36] gods / winter moon / icy landscape
Image Credit:
Shiki Ryougi & Mikiya Kokutou (Kara no Kyoukai) © TYPE-MOON/ufotable.
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andrewpoe · 1 year
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Em ti encontrei meu repouso
ao seu colo deitei minha cabeça
e descansei o fardo dos meus dias
enquanto ouvia-te a cantarolar
com a suavidade da sua voz.
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wandering-artbird · 2 years
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The awakening of life, like coins that jingle in my empty pockets_feel too heavy for me…
The burden kept on my shoulders(sweet burden) _ this life_almost is worth living…
I’m a prisoner to this life_ There’s a thirst in my throat for the morning sun ( a quench that never fulfills)…
~But the sun seems thirstier than me~ _Is it thirsty enough to burn me completely? _thirsty enough to drain me out? _thirsty enough to soak me up?
The arousing of death_feels like the light clouds in the lighter skies_the crow that cuts through them, making an invisible string, seems to be going on forever…
Like a stone that has been tossed in the air, slowly grows wings and soars on with no directions_ like a firefly falling in to a river filled with a thousand crows_dead, as the flying stone searches for a shore to walk upon...
But the endless rivers formed by the tears of those sickening crows never seem to stop, never seem to end...
It goes on_
/just like life.
/just like death.
_Sub-Conscious Coma
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daisyinneptune · 1 year
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they adore their mirror yet they won't see themselves clearer. exclaiming on those who refuse to agree biased praises--they profusely plea.
they are the ones that we shouldn't trigger.
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Is Satan Woke?
Stephen Jay Morris
2/11/2023
©Scientific Morality
Just a refresher course into some American history: The Conservative conspiracy group, “The John Birch Society,” was the laughing stock of the USA during the early-to-mid sixties. I remember, as a child, how my uncle and my dad made jokes about them. In 1963, Bob Dylan wrote a song about them called, "John Birch Society Pananoid Blues. Then came the expressions, “There is a communist under every bed,” “Only Communists have beards,” and my favorite one, “Fluoride in the water supply is a communist plot!” The 1964 movie, “Dr.Strangelove, touches on this subject. Anti-Communist fever was high among those of the conservative and liberal camps back then.
Fast forward to the 21st Century, and one wimpy kid with a message board started to compile all of the conspiracy cliches he could find, put them into a blender, and out came the Qanon smoothie. He thought of these outlandish conspiracy scenarios, which if he’d written as fiction, no publisher would have touched them! They were fucking absurd! Like: Hillary Clinton ran a pedophile ring in the basement of a pizza shop. (Truth be told, this particular shop didn’t even have a basement.) So-called “Truth supporters” were so gullible that they bordered on Down’s Syndrome. They believed all the garbage that Qanon spewed! Well, as P.T. Barnum once said, “There’s a sucker born every minute!” W.C. Fields said, in a 1940s flick, “Never give a sucker an even break!” These Evangelical suckers are easy prey to exploit; i.e.: If you believe that Jesus literally walked on water, then you will believe anything.
This Syncretism of Qanon is really hilarious. Its followers are all in a “Satanic Panic.” First of all, every evil they profess contradicts all other nouns on the list. For example, “The People in Hollywood are Communist cannibals that eat children in the name of Satan!” What is wrong with that statement? Everything! This is just plain, idiotic name calling without any thought. If you think that common sense is the only path to wisdom, then you need more education! Nowadays, usage of the epitaph, “Communist,” is really lame. First of all, Communism does not believe in private companies. Matter of fact, Communist leaders from around the world were never fans of Hollywood movies. They thought that movies were capitalist propaganda. Second of all, Communists are mostly atheists and don’t believe in Satan, or even Santa Claus. Cannibals?! The majority of actors are either Vegan or Vegetarian. Leave it to the MAGA Republicans to not know the differences between Socialism and Communism, they don’t even know how Veganism and Vegetarianism differ. Did it ever occur to you that God gave you a brain for a reason? Studies show that most human beings use just 10% of theirs! You think that God is happy with that?!
Now on to this Satan thing; also known as The Devil, or Lucifer. Satanism was created by Anton LaVey in his work, “The Satanic Bible,” in 1969. Satanism is at the extreme end of philosopher, Ayn Rand’s, “Objectivism.” Ayn Rand believed in rational selfishness. Anton LaVey believed in Irrational Selfishness, i.e.: if someone violates your individualism, than kill them where they stand. Satanists don’t worship the Christian biblical Devil. They believe in the worship of one’s self as a god, which has nothing to do with religion. Theirs is more like Egotistical philosophy. If you possess an intense comprehension of the King James Bible, then you know that you must be a slave to God, or receive eternal damnation. As the story goes, the biblical devil, Lucifer, was an archangel in Heaven that wanted to be God, to which God said, ‘fuck that shit!’ He then kicked him out of Heaven and condemned him to Hell. Thus, Lucifer has been trying to corrupt human kind ever since.
Do you want to live in a theocratic regime with people who believe in superstitious crap like that? I don’t. The reason they spew all of these evil fairy tales is to scare you into accepting these Christo-Fascists to run your life. It’s done to make you feel that you are being inundated by the forces of evil! “The White Nationalist Christo-fascists are here to save the day!” No, they are not.
The Anti-Authoritarian Left is your ticket to freedom. Book your trip on Trans-love Airlines today!
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aweinspiredcreations · 11 months
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Mellow shallows of a transient guise, the revealed self was an heroic teary repel; settling troubles with unsealed thoughts, casting sentiment’s spell.
~ In Awe ~
ᰔᩚꨄ︎ someone finds beauty in the truest you, but you could also choose it to be you ᰔᩚꨄ︎
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chosetobethisway · 1 year
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Gray Is The Colour Of Grief
Gray is the colour of grief
I do not know how to feel
I do not know what to feel
Is it fair for me to be wounded?
I am not in a place to feel your absence
So I keep picturing you there
Before I realise you're a ghost
Then I do not know what to feel
I have no right to comfort them
I cannot feel the extent of their achromic vision
Or so they believe
But I cannot blame them
For they do not know what to feel
It's not funny anymore, how they joke about death
There is an innocence for they've never felt that loss
But if i were to reveal my ashen sight
They would not know what to feel
And I do not want that for them
Some days when I wake up, I have forgotten all troubles
I go about my work and smile with my good friends
And then I remember
And I feel forbidden to be happy
So then I do not know what to feel
I know its true, their incessant comforting
And there are days when I'm convinced
But gray is the colour of grief
I do not know how to feel
I do not know what to feel
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victormalonso · 2 years
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tú eres la luz del universo | víctor m. alonso
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di4ph4nous · 1 year
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ive nver seen a star shine as bright as you
my eyes have glanced a million things
and still i haven’t seen anyone quite like you
for me to identify a shape thats built for you
five sides
five different angles
five more reasons im in love with you
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rowori · 1 year
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the phoenix from the flame
my hands hold flames, they create, but you don't see. i bend the earth, breathe the sky. i bring dragons to their knees. i am the soil under your feet and the cosmic dust that lingers all around you, but when you look at me, you don't see the mountains or the seas, you see a servant, but also a friend.
i live for my prince, my king, for you. i have the power to shake the heavens and i use it only for you. i know all of your old battle wounds, the scars that sting with memory, and i know how to soothe each one and i know the crown weighs too heavy on your head, but i look at you and see our destiny. i see all i am meant to do and all you will become.
my amber eyes see the world vibrating all around us and all the futures yet to come, but you never see the fire there. you see only blue.
together, we are building legends that will burn in the memory of man for centuries and i know this,
but i don't know how to save you. i do not know how to stop fate, that monstrous tide rushing full force– one that even my hands can’t bend.
you're tethered to tragedy that i can’t prevent, though my whole existence is dedicated to it and it haunts me now and for centuries to come.
but i know you will return. your rest in avalon will end, and like the phoenix, you will rise again.
and we will rebuild camelot from the ashes of all our fallen brethren.
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