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dear-rose-days · 2 years

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Spark

My darling, I’m writing again. It’s been some time since I glanced at the mirror - there’s that bee I hear, buzzing and tapping at the glass. My heart is thrashing a bit, like a humming bird caught in a web and the stars are scattering from my sky and the sun hasn’t risen yet. My cup is steaming by the window and it’s dark and my eyes are open but I can’t find my stars or my moon or see the gentle wings brush my cheeks. And I’m walking again through my garden but I haven’t found my self yet - I can hear my footsteps just vanishing beyond the point of the turn, my fingers grazing lightly against the walls to the cold panes of the windows in my eyes and I’m just missing the wings of faith, falling through the sky, to the earth to the soil of my garden where I wait for the roots of my soul to spread and my blood to water my hopes to grow up to heavens where my dreams unfurl and I’m painting the sky with my prayers and I’ll open the door and you’ll be there and I’ll be waiting, growing, breathing…sparking until I am a star again.

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lyricsbylittle · 2 years

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ANYWHERE BUT HERE

It's all a blur now the love fades away now Promised no broken heart then what is this, hun?

Are you missing me? Are you forgetting me? was I ever enough cause it feels like I was not

All those butterflies have flown into unknown wish I could do the same and fly somewhere I don't know Leaving me empty, broken, then turning me cold was the biggest mistake dear and one day you will see but as for now I want to be Anywhere but here

Your jacket in the hall the smell of your cologne I keep coming back for more knowing that's silly and wrong

Are you doing the same? Are the stars above spelling my name? was this ever real cause it feels like a messed up dream

All those butterflies have flown into unknown wish I could do the same and fly somewhere I don't know Leaving me empty, broken, then turning me cold was the biggest mistake dear and one day you will see but as for now I want to be Anywhere but here

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theprocast · 5 years

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I am with you always.

Matthew 28:20

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grip-poet · 3 years

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"Take me back to a time and place where tears had no vacancy "

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ashberryyyyy · 4 years

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there’s a tragic comfort ness in blues.

it’s like I’ve made a house and painted it all blue and regardless of how many colours I’ve traveled I keep coming back for my blue.

home. it feels the most home. it’s the only comfort I crave like Shakespeare weaving romanticism from his tragedies. I think I too have romanticised my sadness so much that I keep drowning in it yet most days I tend to like it,

maybe it’s just my need to feel at ease but not today

today this aqua is creeping up on my level, so tonight I’ll ache with this undefined longing for no reason whatsoever.

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learningto-write · 4 years

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The capacity to be alone gives one the capacity to love. Only when you are full within yourself can you love and treasure another, while still granting them requited freedom.

Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, as it is not given by the other.

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savage-words · 5 years

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reasons why I am sad:

1. sometimes when I go to the grocery store I see too many stories masquerading as people and I get lost in the hurt I see in random stranger’s eyes.

2. I will never be good at Geometry. And I wish I was good at Geometry because maybe then I could believe in proofs and not have to second guess everything. Instead, I’m good at incorporating Icarus’ fall into everyday conversation. I’m good at seeing things that aren’t there and knowing people’s intentions before they speak.

3. I have so much inside of me I regularly convince myself I am ill. I often doubt my own mind because it got me to where I am, shaking on my floor and wishing I could make this sadness stop.

4. I think love is the most important thing anyone can experience, and I think only a few of us actually do. I think we allow ourselves to believe if they make us happy then it’s love. If they hurt us, then it’s love. If we would do anything for them, then it’s love. We spend so much time manufacturing love that we miss it when it sits beside us on a subway. or offers to pay for our coffee in line. or crawls into bed with us and holds us until we stop believing the voice in our heads telling us our perception of ourselves is flawed and we don’t even deserve the love being offered.

5. The realization that I will never be here, in this exact place in time, ever again. The universe is so vast and I am so small and nothing matters and everything matters and we will all be dead in a matter of minutes. Everyone is guessing and no one knows shit and it’s all over before it begins, but somewhere in the time now and the end we have the opportunity to do something. Anything. And so many people throw that away.

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written and submitted by @abbyharris578

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bluedusksandpinkdawns · 5 years

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I’m trying to define myself but no one ever taught me the words, And I think my greatest sin is that I can never learn anything for myself.

There are the brief moments where I am alive, Like when a cloud parts and the sun finally begins to seep through, When I run through the grass with earth between my feet – But there are so many more when I feel I am a moment away from disappearing, Holding on to this universe by a mere thread, Nothing more than a shadow.

Except sometimes I am a colourful explosion, I am chaos and metaphor and love, I am reinventing and rediscovering and I was made for this, The endless green of meadows and fields, tripping over trees, Laughing and spinning in the storm, I am made of memories and words I preserved, Childish laughter and a sense of belonging,

I know we were hopeless and mismatched but a single song can take me back to the day We spent twirling in the rain and the time I convinced you we belonged, That we had a place in this world, And we lay under your bed and I wished you’d kiss me but you never did –

I didn’t know love could cause such pain, Not when it was the gentle, mutual love between friends, Not when it was the love of childhood or nature or the stars in the sky and the earth on the ground –

I wish I could return, not forever but for a moment, I wish I could see the sun glint off the water without the fear of drowning in the back of my mind, I wish I could surround myself with softness again without being suffocated,

I don’t want to stay here forever but I hate that I have to leave forever –

Can I be autumn and summer and winter and spring? I want to light fires and curl up in the winter, I want to watch the snow gently fall to the ground and fire crackle in the hearth and drink hot chocolate and watch bad movies with family surrounding me, but still, I don’t want to give up another summer to do so.

I am five and I am nine and I am three and fifteen and twelve, sometimes I feel ancient and weary with this life, but I wonder at the rain and the cleansing of the world and the clear blue sky and I still love like a child does,

I won’t remember being here, the memories I have are hazy and distant at best, I am watching two lovers in the rain and I can hardly remember which is me or why they are here or how one of them will remember this day for the rest of her life and the other will forget

I wish I could remember all the times you held my hand I wish I could document them and replay them every time I felt alone, Except that I wouldn’t, sometimes I need to return to forest paths and the stars to feel myself again –

But they’re so far away now, who let them escape? I wish I believed in wishes again I watch the clouds part, the sun beaming down, I spent half my life fearing I've lost the ability to write

Memories that are so almost perfect I'll spend my life remembering them, In my mind, they’re golden, sunlit, I hate them cause they’ll never return – I am the sum of all my good memories.

The sky seemed so bleak for so long, People seemed so vacant –

I think the colour is returning now, but I can never trust that it’ll stay.

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poeminthesky · 4 years

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What would it be like to be a memory?

Is it the ocean to the moon?

Or simply the green of rolling hills

which lead to no end,

but continue to go on rolling forever.

How do I find in the depths of the fields

the inkling of you that once flowed

so freely within my heart’s raging, frothing

waters.

Your little, soft hand within the still soft one of mine.

It stays within mine for the rest of your little life.

Even if you are long gone.

To no fault of your own, but that of your

older and wiser sister who

ignored your pleadings.

You your little self never knew

you were even calling.

t.t.

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blacknwh1te-cray0ns · 5 years

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crushing

crushes keep crushing me

they crumble my heart like a cookie

I hope you like me, I don't want to tell you first

cookies crumble quicker when they're burnt

my love has flames

nobody likes burnt cookies, but I hope

you do

MRN

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rhymingtherapy · 5 years

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a lover once gifted me

with a jewel of the sea

a talisman

of perfect symmetry

the gemstone that legends call

the treasure of mermaids

a reflection of the light that rides

the waves into the shore

transparent & crystalline

it’s fire the colour of magic

& possibility, with the

healing calm of water

a token of love & eternity

—aquamarine

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Rhymingtherapy - March 2019 (my gif)

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dear-rose-days · 2 years

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Angel Wings

That’s my prompt, heartbeat - the sigh of a hope in my ear, small “Thank you”s from my lips have dried up and now I’m searching through the winding stairways of my soul for that last brush of warmth and up through the skies and the heavens and all the sweet comets scattering across my eyes and I can just see myself fading just just through a haze. The gentle steps of a doe across my brow, the words are coming from a small book I’ve left on the shelf of my heart, and it’s the last one - a real page-turner. Am I coming back? Am I moving on and do I sound the same? I wouldn’t know, darling. What I do know for a fact is that I’ll be flying, very soon. My wings will come back and I’ll be sleeping in your dreams, swimming in your prayers and diving through the stars, just to get back to you. It’s cold and winter is settling like a white mantle on my spirit but that last page is a burner and from that candlelight I’ll spread my wings out and reach for your dear sweet heart again. And this time, darling, I’ll be right here teaching you how to dance again.

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archipelagoobitch · 5 years

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Stars watch my soul

They shine brighter

For my every battle won

They rain valour lights in agony

For misery of my heart

They worship the moon

For my health

For every sacrifice

They shed onehalf of Their wealth

When I see the curtain of night

Falling on the once bright sky

I take it as my call

As they are none less

than fierce women

with long forgotten

yet burning pall

When I see the curtain of night

Feeding on the dim lit sky

I take it as my call

For my atoms belong with them

And they shall guide me

Till I halt

-S.

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theprocast · 5 years

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You will not even need to fight. Take your positions; then stand still and watch the Lord’s victory.

2 Chronicles 20:17

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grip-poet · 3 years

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"Sit back and revel your enemies will eventually stub their toe.."

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ashberryyyyy · 4 years

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a cup of coffee and two spoonful of your soul

two new roses on my shoulders

we sit with our ghosts

reliving the same goals

expecting the same ending

except we’re not the same anymore

i’ve changed my colours at least thrice

and you still

have to take back your tie.

there’s a pinch of past mocha

in my cup that holds the bitterness

of my highs at my lows

and you

hold a new rose

closer than you’ve held me

so I sip slyly the coffee of our parting

and close all your poetries

we’re running endlessly to the finish line

for its way past end credits

and I

have yet to save me.

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