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deanepoetry · 2 days

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Here I sit.

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poemsonmars · 2 days

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you are my favorite person to annoy.

and also to love and to cherish

and to watch movies with

and share my secrets with

and sit muted on calls with,

but you are one of the

only people in this world

that i feel safe enough to annoy.

i'm normally too terrified

of even the idea of other people

being mad at me for any reason.

but there are no buttons

in the world that i would press,

or bubbles that i could burst,

that would bring me half as much joy

as you rolling your eyes at me.

this is how i show my love.

this is how you make me

feel safe enough to do so.

-mars

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chloesentries · 3 days

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losses

never again am i going to lose my mind over someone who was okay with losing me

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peaceishim · 2 days

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What do you think of love?

Honestly, I see and find love everywhere

When i go out to the market and i find husbands waiting patiently outside the stores, happily scrolling away on their phones, just to be there for their wives.It's in the simple act of preparing coffee for themselves, and then as they take out the cup from the shelf, they pick out a second cup, a third cup for their loved ones as well,and in the first call made after a tense hospital visit, that desperate need to connect with someone who truly matters and in the way worries melt away when partners embrace after a long day.It's in the late-night preparations of a meal, solely motivated by the hunger of a beloved, it's in the quiet longing to hear their voice, to share the details of your day. It's in the sacrifices made without a second thought, putting their needs before your own. It's in the way the world fades to the background when a loved one smiles,their eyes brightening at the mere sight of you.When every poem and every story revolves around them, and you find yourself doing things you've never done before simply because now you are in love. When you pick a flower from the garden because you know someone special adores flowers.

I long to experience this kind of love.

(P.S: Thanks, whoever asked the question.)

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hersurvival · 2 days

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I remember when I started high school. Thirteen years old, we had moved a town over. None of the faces around me were recognizable.

And then my mother left sometime in September.

Administration did a survey, mandatory depression screening of every student.

And while I'm certain everyone around me lied as they answered questions you would expect, I was deathly afraid of myself.

I had been for some time.

And I found myself in a daze as I filled out the form with full honesty.

The next morning, not more than 30 minutes passed first bell, I was called to see the counselor.

Maybe the only one at all.

I had tried to describe to her how it felt, how life in retrospect was in black and white.

The color drained from my memories.

And she found it very interesting.

But something about her presence, ever since that open-hearted interaction, I noticed that as I look back, not that things were any easier or better, but the color returned to my thoughts.

And remained.

Three years of my life are stuck in limbo, in monochrome.

That's just how life was back then.

But these days I see with a full spectrum.

@nosebleedclub April 16th - What Life Was Like

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getcareless · 1 day

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Triolet Poem #59

It is better late than never. Otherwise, don't even bother. Though the place may be wherever, it is better late than never. Don't make others wait forever, you should treat them like your mother. It is better late than never, otherwise, don't even bother.

"Better Late Than Never", JEP

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nipsyyy · 1 day

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Watching everyone tell you how much you’ve changed,how selfish you’ve become, because you no longer love them is a weird kind of satisfaction.

I love them,I always will love them,but I stopped loving them unconditionally,and obviously it meant I would no longer be a doormat which was absolutely not tolerable to them.

-nipuna

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wordsofaworld · 2 days

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Every time I wake up it hits me

Our memories

Our kisses

Your skin heating up mine

It hits me that you’re not there anymore

And all that love is now trapped inside me

With no where to go

Breaking through my heart

When I wake up, my nightmare begins

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coffeexxcigarettes · 3 days

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Almond Milk

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Sometimes I don't know what's actually me.

I'm sure that's confusing,

So hear me out, if you have the time.

I believe we are made of wires

And memories.

Pathways to which we learn lessons.

For example,

If you speak too loudly and are shushed,

The wire bends within you.

You learn to speak softer.

I'm not sure, I suppose,

If I really like almond milk,

Or if you taught me that there were good foods

And that there were bad.

I'm not sure if blending almonds with water really does taste better,

Or if the wire within me tangled into a ball

To fill my stomach instead.

I trusted you to teach me young,

Yet I have memories of us,

Counting every damn almond in the house.

Strange how I have no memories of us

Actually eating one.

x

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..@nosebleedclub April 17th- Almond Milk

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lucidloving · 7 months

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@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

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reesestshirt · 4 months

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When I was in middle school, I tried to learn how to crochet. I knew how to knit already, so I figured ‘how hard could it be’ and used my Christmas money on a brand new set of aluminum hooks and a how-to book.

To say it was difficult was an understatement. I spent hours pouring over my book, begging to gain some inkling of understanding from what felt like incomprehensible runes. My reward? One lopsided trapezoid of lumpy fabric and a resolve to never pick up a crochet hook again.

And so life went on, I finished middle school and high school without giving crochet so much as a second glance. In college, I read about how crochet couldn’t be replicated by a machine, it was unique in a way that knitting and many other fiber arts weren’t.

For Christmas last year, my girlfriend gave me what I now consider to be my most prized possession: a crocheted plush of my favorite pokemon. I raved over her skills and, since she never learned how to knit, we decided to have a yarn date at some point and teach each other our respective skills.

We never did get around to that yarn date. She passed a few months after our declaration, leaving me to inherit what was left of her yarn.

Nearly a decade after my initial attempt, I got ready for the toughest battle of my life. My weapons? One skein of yarn, a YouTube video, and a crochet hook that I had somehow never gotten rid of.

I slowly made my way through the video, redoing my work a couple times until I was satisfied with my product: a small, slightly misshapen rectangle.

I looked at my pristinely-made pokemon plush with hope for the first time in months and thought to myself, ‘maybe crocheting isn’t the hardest thing in the world, maybe you were just 12.’

Maybe this isn’t the hardest thing in the world. Maybe I’m just 21.

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and-corn · 7 months

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missinyouiskillingme · 1 year

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I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.

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peaceishim · 1 day

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So I was talking to a friend, when I noticed the moon so I asked her to click a picture, And she said- "I stopped taking pictures of sky and the moon, it reminds me of some things".

She was a wonderful poet and a writer.

"I stopped writing"

"Why"

"When I sit to write something, I don't feel anything, or I am too much reminded of him"

I recommended her, to write about something else, something she loves or is passionate about, maybe about life, and she goes - "All my poems revolved around him, even if I start with something else it always ends with something about him".

And It really made me think, how love can destroy some part of us.

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hersurvival · 23 hours

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My darling girl,

Once again I beg your forgiveness. Perhaps we could wind the clock back three days, let's forget the things I have said. It was out of character.

How, how do you make me feel this way? Vulnerable. Brand new. My heart beats in my chest, an unfamiliar sensation.

What does it make me, that I have begun to accept what this is? For what it is. A bad person, I should guess.

Then, I dare to ask, if I should entertain these compulsions - Well, just how vile am I?

Forgive me, you have so quickly stolen my inhibitions and I am filled with guilt. But all at once, I am prepared to throw my body into the fire for you. I shall await the descent to Hell, the inevitable, for the way I would lose myself in your presence.

Let us forget about all this.

Sincerely, unapologetically,

Your damned angel girl

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rawhoneybliss · 24 days

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Things you'll experience in April:

renewed sense of faith

trust in the divine

persistence in your dreams

the will to keep going

support from your guides

beautiful new connections

love from unexpected places

money from unexpected sources

ease on your journey

inner peace and stillness

fun like you've never experienced before

your prayers being answered

a wiser and smarter version of yourself

forgiveness toward self and others

knowing that you're enough

Written by Raw Honey Bliss

#april #quotes #prose poetry #writer

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