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amaya-thepoet · 1 year
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Coffee beans
A delicate brew,
A reminder of our new love
That soothes old wounds.
The taste of coffee beans
Reminds me of you,
The sweetness that we share
As our hearts intertwine anew.
Your laughter brightens up my day,
Your touch speaks of eternity,
Your kiss melts away my sorrows,
Our bond is an infinite possibility.
So let us savor this special blend,
This sweet hope for a better tomorrow,
And may our love grow ever stronger,
May all our wounds be healed with love's arrow.
first brew // amaya-thepoet
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amaya-thepoet · 1 year
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The leaves falling down
Drift into little corners
Where we can relax and sip tea
— warm cups // a haiku (amaya-thepoet)
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amaya-thepoet · 1 year
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I see you in the autumn leaves,
I hear you in the school halls,
I feel you in my notebook
You are everywhere to me.
You are the one I want to talk to,
You are the one I want to be with,
You are the one I want to hold when I'm down.
— crush // amaya-thepoet
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amaya-thepoet · 2 years
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should the sorrows of tomorrow still hold today? can’t we just live in the moment, tell me about spring daises and singing cranes. I have no stock in tomorrow. let today, be just that. a day.
— amayathepoet
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amaya-thepoet · 2 years
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“The words you speak become the house you live in.”
— Hafiz (via nightlyquotes)
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amaya-thepoet · 2 years
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“Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.”
— Yara Bashraheel
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amaya-thepoet · 2 years
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amaya-thepoet · 2 years
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amaya-thepoet · 3 years
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“The hardest battle you will ever have to fight is between who you are now and who you want to be.”
— Unknown
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amaya-thepoet · 3 years
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Our story
has no ending
we'll always
have chapters
spanning over
the course of our lifetime
I don't know
how to stop loving you
I still think about you
in passing
it's become a bad habit
I wonder if you're happy
I wonder if I did the right thing
when I let you go
— open window (amaya-thepoet)
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amaya-thepoet · 3 years
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We glance at each other
from a distance
waiting in silence.
The air between us,
filled with unsaid feelings
& stolen glances.
Fear numbs our tongues,
as we continue to play
this cruel game.
will we have the courage
to break the silence?
— silence (amaya-thepoet)
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amaya-thepoet · 3 years
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the soft hands
that comfort me,
have the ability to bring me
down to my knees.
— fingertips (amaya-thepoet)
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amaya-thepoet · 3 years
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“your name no longer serves as a painful reminder, you no longer hold power to invoke uncontrollable waves of emotion. I have found my center. I’m finally leaving you where you belong —in my rear-view mirror.”
your name (poem-a-day) day two // amaya
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amaya-thepoet · 3 years
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I’ve kept versions of myself hidden behind closed doors. behind empty smiles. behind sad eyes. I may be broken, shattered, and scattered into small pieces. still, I rise from the shadows of harsh words and empty promises. I do not fit into a neatly tied box, i do not fold or bend to anyone’s standards. I am loud. I am bold and unkept. this is the way I was meant to be. this is how I choose to survive.
— meant to be // amaya (poem-a-day) day five
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amaya-thepoet · 3 years
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three oceans apart
a world away
my heart
still finds
it's way back to you
— magnets (amaya-thepoet)
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amaya-thepoet · 3 years
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Uncontrollable waves of emotion weave through my hands, my feet & my heart, only to get stuck in my throat. I chant words that bring me comfort, small prayers to calm the ground beneath my feet. I remind myself one small truth; that this too shall pass. I will survive my sadness once again.
— survival (amaya-thepoet)
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amaya-thepoet · 3 years
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Friendships provide security, intimacy & love when done right. It can also be draining, heartbreaking & heavy when one person takes too much space without refilling the pot. Love isn't free, it's not something one person provides without a cost. Nourish your friendships with honesty, generous communication and support, take turns refilling the pot to grow beautiful flowers.
— takes two to tango (amaya-thepoet)
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