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internalearthquake · 5 days
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my ghosts within
In the midst of what seems mundane lies a hidden world
Ghosts surround me, accompanying my every step
The lost, the unmet, the real, the imagined
These translucent entities haunt and console me
Wispy figments shift in and out of awareness 
Subdued whispers, their presence felt but never seen 
What may seem ordinary masks profound challenges
I push aside my ghosts who yearn to be acknowledged
Fragile mind oscillates betwixt clarity and confusion
A perpetual struggle to live in the present 
The universe is littered with daily reminders
of what once was… 
of what could have been…
of what I have lost…
of what was never mine…
of what will never be…
Every hushed whisper, every reverberating echo
My ghosts represent these fragments of my narrative
An incomplete history of distortions and illusions
Leaves me feeling incomplete
So, who am I?
What may often be overlooked carries significance to me
Unanswered questions ignite chaos within my mind
I navigate an unsolvable labyrinth of mystery
External investigations cannot unveil these buried truths
Healing lies in reconciling with my ghosts within
Dialogue with them holds the key to my liberation,
Clearing away the misty fog that clouds my perception
By forgiving the past and accepting the unknown,
I can release my ghosts from my internal world
Empowered, I can forge my own narrative,
Finally discovering who I am
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internalearthquake · 1 month
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my ghosts within
In the midst of what seems mundane lies a hidden world
Ghosts surround me, accompanying my every step
The lost, the unmet, the real, the imagined
These translucent entities haunt and console me
Wispy figments shift in and out of awareness 
Subdued whispers, their presence felt but never seen 
What may seem ordinary masks profound challenges
I push aside my ghosts who yearn to be acknowledged
Fragile mind oscillates betwixt clarity and confusion
A perpetual struggle to live in the present 
The universe is littered with daily reminders
of what once was… 
of what could have been…
of what I have lost…
of what was never mine…
of what will never be…
Every hushed whisper, every reverberating echo
My ghosts represent these fragments of my narrative
An incomplete history of distortions and illusions
Leaves me feeling incomplete
So, who am I?
What may often be overlooked carries significance to me
Unanswered questions ignite chaos within my mind
I navigate an unsolvable labyrinth of mystery
External investigations cannot unveil these buried truths
Healing lies in reconciling with my ghosts within
Dialogue with them holds the key to my liberation,
Clearing away the misty fog that clouds my perception
By forgiving the past and accepting the unknown,
I can release my ghosts from my internal world
Empowered, I can forge my own narrative,
Finally discovering who I am
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internalearthquake · 1 year
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diseased writing may as well be deceased
i didn’t want to be one of those writers who only writes about relationships, romance, and heartbreak. not that there is anything wrong with that, it’s just not what makes me proudest. unfortunately, here i am alive during the worst year of my life to date writing romantic tales of nonsense. out of all the tangles and drudge accumulated in my mind, romantic tales are all that leak out of the sutures. they are the easy ones for me. everything else i feel that is genuine, authentic, and deep is too temporary like dreams fading away faster than i chase them to remember. these substantial thoughts vanish before I am aware of them. pointless to pursue fleeting time, so i’ll continue to record silly love thoughts that spill through the cracks as the rest aggregates and hardens, causing blockages in my degrading mind. a foggy haze obscures my road to the future to the extent that i cannot see how long this disease will go. what if it’s forever? maybe decline doesn’t always have to end in catastrophe. anyways...
cheers to love!  cheers to hugs!  cheers to all of the above! 
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internalearthquake · 1 year
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scared there’s fear and the coast is not clear
that’s all
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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sunrise unearths
a gaping hole inside me
grappling for the edge
stranded in the past
sitting in the present
petals mulched underfoot
sticky liquor bottles
remnants of adventure
evidence of you
being here
romantic with me
last night
but no sign of you today
an unfinished song
a half-written poem
not even a whispered goodbye
just a faint echo of the lock clicking
and the memory of your back
as the sun continues rising
erasing any indication
that you and i ever existed
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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eisoptrophobia (fear of mirrors)
she loathed who she saw in the mirrors
an aversion so severe eisoptrophobia blossomed
the slightest glimpse of her reflection
triggered a plethora of tears welling in her eyes
detrimental to her vision but coincidentally perfect
a defense mechanisms she would’t mind keeping
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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a heart devoid of blue
this farewell has left my heart cracked
parched and yearning for nourishment
like a drought in a river, rock edges sharp
jabbing me relentlessly with every heart pulse
the brilliant blue tint of the sky mocks
as the blueness in my heart evaporates
bare, deserted, and meaningless is my life
the passion i once believed to flow with time
is simply a lonesome photograph of what was,
a still moment of what will never be again
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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komorebi
my love, my love, watch the sunlight filter through these trees where the spaces are window-wide, you will feel my love and warmth for you shining though no deviations, no blockage all my truths transpicuous you are my everything you are the one and only for me
please never let go of my hand whenever you are frightened scared you can hold me tightly notice the crisp air relax your lungs reconnect with the forest, trees, and your beliefs
i only want the best for you whenever you are lost and hurt you can tilt your chin up notice the light peer through the shadows reminder of the sunlight, skies, and your visions
my love, my love, watch the sunlight filter through these trees where the spaces are window-side, you will feel my love and warmth for you shining though no deviations, no blockage all my truths transpicuous you are my everything you are the one and only for me
we’re destined for forever together, infinite sunsets to view promise me with this kiss that you will share every night with me penetrate the mysteries of mother nature
my love, my love, watch the sunlight filter through these trees where the spaces are window-side, you will feel my love and warmth for you shining though no deviations, no blockage all my truths transpicuous you are my everything you are the one and only for me
my love, my love, watch the sunlight filter through these trees and remember my oath to you always
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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seagull sorrows
blue hues
smooth views
i lost my place
up here in this space
shifting through clouds
etched upon terrains below
is the home of cries and sorrow
something tells me i’m not ready
so i keep flight
long into the night
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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Song Tag!
I was tagged by the amazing @sadmorgen to list 5 songs I’ve listened to recently. This was difficult for me since I listen to music non-stop. Here are 5, each with a mini blurb. I highly suggest you take a listen!
Stranger - Dimash Qudaibergen Watch/Listen here Qudaibergen is a Kazakh singer and musician. He might objectively be the most skilled vocalist in the world at the moment. Stranger showcases his technique, range, and musicality.
Now We Are Free - Ellen Williams Watch/Listen here Williams is a Welsh soprano singer. This is one of the best renditions of this song, in my opinion. Her classically-trained voice shimmers and soars.
Le pire - GIMS Watch/Listen here, Lyrics (FR & EN) GIMS is a Congolese and French singer and songwriter. Le pire’s insightful message demonstrates his exquisite songwriting abilities.
Autumn Finds Winter - Yiruma Listen here Yiruma is a South Korean pianist and composer. This is a lesser-known piece of his but it’s one of my favorites. The blend of the piano and strings takes your breath away.
Les blues du businessman - Céline Dion version Listen here, Lyrics (FR & EN) Dion is a French Canadian singer. This song’s lyrics are relatable as an aspiring writer/artist. Beyond her powerful belting and intricate melismas, she conveys the message with the right emotions.
I’ll tag @illbeyouranchor @mysticlostdog @blackinkmess @aslice-ofpoetry @smp-writes @wysewordsblog @poppiesandpromises @followcb @instruth @mirrorworld12 and anyone else who wants to share! (note: you just have to list the songs, not write all the extra stuff I did)
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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Every time you rise to face a challenge and overcome an obstacle, Your eyes reflect the strength and wisdom you gained Eventually you will perceive the world through that reinforced lens, Scarcely noticing what you’re doing you once believed impossible
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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to be a chameleon
dreams of the suns
not overlooked
as a pedestrian
not scrutinized
like an alien
just perfect
blending in
without
disappearing
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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confidently insecure
i join in the conversation, ya sure want me here? don’t think i don’t notice the adjustment of gears when i reappear polite and rigid tones to my ears your internal pains wreck my brain
i admit i’ve grown insecure in my years saying “sorry” every other sentence in fear my uneasiness cure there is one thing i’m confident about though my self worth is at an all time low and i can’t help but say i’m sorry 
i turn from the party gossip, d’ya regret missed moments? don’t think i don’t notice your natural accents when i’m not present cheery and lively fun with your friends your sighs of relief kill my peace
i admit i’ve grown insecure in my years saying “sorry” every other sentence in fear my uneasiness cure there is one thing i’m confident about though my self worth is at an all time low and i can’t help but say i’m sorry 
for what i cannot control, (believe me, who i am is not the goal) for existing in your presence, (don’t worry, en route to do penance) i am sorry for bothering you please accept my apologies
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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tea, coffee, and bagels
do you remember the day we met? tea, coffee, and bagels? the giddiness you said you felt well, it was absent in me my perceptions have betrayed me before i vowed to avoid any chance of regret learning from mistakes is important optimism swallowed the pessimism my wide smile agreed to see you again
do you remember our first kiss? cookies, cocktails, and movies? the euphoria you said you felt well, it was absent in me my feelings take a while to process i recognized that firsts differ from nexts comfort and happiness develop hope consumed the doubt leaning in, my lips reached for yours again
do you remember our “i love you’s”? burgers, fries, and baseball? the warmth you said you felt well, it was absent in me my mind goes blank when surprised i focused on orchestrating a response how do I know I am in love? anticipation stifled the uncertainty i breathed those words into the air again 
do you remember our breakup? trees, rivers, and canoes? the confusion you said you felt well, i felt it too my heart beat as if it was injured i knew this was the mature decision losing someone in your life hurts finality defeated forever i was alone with my regret once again
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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life is said to be fragile but we endure so much that it makes me think that is not the case. to be able to dance between the moments that challenge our mental, emotional, and physical limits attributes to us never losing sight of the blooming flowers amongst the weeds. we open and close so many doors in our lives. for when we are nearing death, we can look back and be proud of what we have accomplished and overcome. we take chances, make mistakes, and have regrets. nonetheless, we have endured life. that’s what makes us extraordinary. each day we have a choice to lie down or get up and the majority of us choose the latter. we don’t settle. we do more than simply exist. we keep trucking with the awareness that we will encounter obstacles, resistance, and disappointments. we hold a gentle curiosity and unceasing hope that we will find a sense of peace, love, and happiness this day. that is what makes us strong. this is evidence that life is not as fragile as we believe. our bodies are strong. our minds are strong. we are strong.
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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like a flower
Like a flower,
a gentle breeze
planted you
on Earth
where you were
welcomed into
a household
that cared for you,
allowing you to grow,
making the world
a beautiful place
with your faith,
your kindness,
& your love
Now it is time
for the gentle breeze
to pick you up
& carry you
above the clouds
to exist for eternity
You will be missed
here on Earth,
but each time
the wind dances,
we will remember
and cherish
your wonder
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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an empty sparkle
sleepless nights and starless skies give the impression that everything is empty. everything is nothingness. but this is incorrect. all the times i have laid my head on my pillow at night feeling empty, the stars still shone. i would eventually fall asleep, whether it be from plain giving up or the tears between my eyelashes gluing my eyes shut. the emptiness is rampant but the stars still sparkle outside my window. Sleepless nights and starless skies, on the other hand, are special. exhilarating. extraordinary. unique. they rarely happen. i will admit i have never experienced this. therefore, i will imagine what it would be like for me. Would you like to join me? i am sitting comfortably by the window with some soft instrumentals and only my thoughts. knowing me, i begin conducting a story within my mind. intricate characters and animated worlds emerge -- ones that have never been experienced before. the magic of the story-making process and the urgency to know what happens next keeps me alert all night. my eyes peer through the window up at the solid-black sky. there is not a twinkle in sight. the silence of the night sky erases all those rancid thoughts and memories that make me feel empty. i am at peace. here, i am peace. Oh, what a unique experience this would be. it seems like an equilibrium must be maintained. lonely emptiness inside, busy night sky outside. animated existence within, blank night sky beyond. i await the latter. what about you?
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For @writerscreed “Sleepless nights & starless skies”
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