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origami-houses · 1 year
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Is it okay
if I just sit with you?
Words will only confuse us
in a way that
silence never would.
- G.L. Angelone
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thisisafault · 8 months
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Words by me // PEACE & WAR // Poem inspired the embroidery on the left.
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journalsofanaesthete · 9 months
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It's so cute when people remember you even when you are not around them. They still find you in bits and pieces in things around them like I read this and thought you should read it too, this song reminded me of you, this is something you would have said if you were there, I saw this picture it reminded me of you. It's like they are searching for you in everything when you are not with them. This is the purest form of love and I am desperately waiting to experience it.
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27paperlilies · 1 year
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Silence You are a complex companion i have to admit,you leave at the creak of innocent footsteps, and return in the face of towering upset. Listening to your whispered tales is a long held tradition, draping you over me has become my most loved addiction. I see you in the days long wrung, tired eyes share tired smiles, moonlight casts its soothing balm, what a lovely heavy calm. But You are a fixture in moments I would like to forget, mouth dry and shoulders tense, yet you remain there, perched on that crippled fence.
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imfullofworms · 1 year
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Somewhere between sleep and slumber
I stumbled, like a suspicious lover, on my mind
Counting—
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Horror a haymaker, struck me awake
They weren't just numbers; a finger's rhythm
Idly tracing the ghost of your spine
by me :)
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honeyknome · 2 months
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Sitting by the phone
Patiently awaiting a long overdue message from you.
I get anxious pretty easily
so instead I’m grieving
Each minute that passes by
Where your name doesn’t pop up across my screen .
I know we’re both fighting demons
And we do the best we can.
I’d love to skip this bump in the road
To get straight to the Passion.
To create a love with you like nothing else I’ve experienced.
I push you away sometimes but I’ve got a big heart for you
I gotta let myself in first
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unpolished-ink · 4 months
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putah-creek · 1 year
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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.
james lee jobe
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eefrostpoetry · 9 months
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don't mourn for all the kisses we won't share in the future; cherish my lips as they're still wet
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origami-houses · 11 months
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She finally voiced
her deepest desires
in vivid detail.
She just disguised it all
as a distant dream.
- G.L.Angelone
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thisisafault · 8 months
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catharsis burns
a sketch lined palm
it pains, it crutches
liberty, jealous harm
her virgin match
strikes the ardour
It falls, it fails
scalding, icy balm
Words by me // Catharsis
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Mental health status : need to look at the moon and stars for hours and stay quiet.
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storyofmyadultlife · 1 year
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We will stop talking slowly in the future.
I might still be smoking the same old brand of cigarettes
we used to smoke.
Or even keep the dresses
you left home after a quick visit.
But.
Slowly, in the future, we will stop talking.
I might still listen to the same Playlist we created.
Even keep the movies we love to watch over and over again.
I swear I will keep the books
we kept exchanging, and sure,
I will go through the highlighted neon green letters.
Over and over again.
I will go through the old hard disk full of our selfies.
The one on a rainy day in the cable cars over that dam and gardens,
The one at the railway station when
I was saying you a brief good bye.
The one where you looking at the stars,
I can barely see you but you still there,
looking at the stars and gazing at me often.
But.
Eventually, in the future, we will stop talking.
I might call you occasionally over a long-distance phone call.
And I am sure I will ask about your mother's arthritis.
I will always keep in mind about your niece,
and we might exchange words like how fast time is going
and how fast he is growing.
We might tell we still love each other
over some messaging app.
But.
By and by, in the future, we will stop talking.
I might love how we love each other at the good times,
and I might hate how we love each other at the miserable times.
I might even remember your birthday
or try to look up the websites to deliver some flowers to the distant land where you will be living.
Then I remember you saying you don't like flowers
and cancel everything.
Why you don't like flowers?
That would have been so easy, I might think.
But
As the day turns dark. And do the same over and over again.
In the future.
Ever so slowly,
We might stop talking to each other.
Love ends as it begins, as it should be;
as it will be.
Ever so slowly.
We will stop talking in the future.
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imfullofworms · 1 year
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by me :) If you get shot with an arrow, Cupid's or otherwise, the first thing they do is pull it out, then dress the wound!
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artposilipo · 5 months
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unpolished-ink · 5 months
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