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ginadope · 11 months

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A small tree, the rain its leaves saved Dripping on our heads That's my butterfly in a jar What I want to tell my best friend Who stood there next to me Every tree and every realm I hope you see the colours The fluttering Again yet for the first time The love you may then, quite lovely Release

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4sss · 2 years

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She taught me to love a little more, but carry a little less. Brought my heart a little peace. My soul a little rest.

J.c.A

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cozycoffinzzz · 8 months

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The Life I Want

A house burns, and in its

place nestles a pond and fowl.

The pond is drained, and

surrenders to an orphanage.

Does tilling and sowing

not yield a harvest?

And if not the crops,

does it not build a stronger back,

and hardy hands?

No, no work is without

purpose, or result.

There's time,

I'll be fine.

The life I want

will be mine.

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eudaimanicdepressive · 1 year

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I’m lost in the forest of your mind

The footprints here don’t look like mine

Are we alone?

I fall to my knees

In the snow and tall trees

I thought I knew the way home

All the roads lead to Rome

But they don’t and I’m cold

Resting on the lies I was told

If we were meant to be

It wouldn’t seem, so lonely

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commonalex · 1 year

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SWEET TYRANT IS ONLINE

https://sweettyrant.online

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wisdomfish · 1 year

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What little mercy you find in man is often harsh and hard. It is a common saying among us, “I forgive, but I do not forget.” There is often harshness, hardness, unkindness in the way in which our mercy is bestowed. And even when that is not so, but when man bestows his kindness and vouchsafes his mercy in his blandest way, you could never think of calling it “tender.” But God forgives; and when He forgives He does it tenderly. There is no upbraiding. He blots out the transgression, and there is no more remembrance of it at all. He forgets as soon as He forgives. It is done in a gentle way. “Be of good cheer; thy sins are forgiven thee.” The sin is swept away; it is cast behind His, back into the depths of the sea. God’s mercies are very tender. And then they are a multitude. Tender in their nature, they are a multitude in their number. They are numberless, measureless, and endless. Like the stars, man cannot count them. Like the grains of sand that cushion yonder wave-beaten shore, no man knows how many they be. God’s mercies, beginning with our birth, are heaped up around and upon us all day long, and all through our life journey. ~ T. Alexander

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mararev · 2 years

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Knock Knock

I will put you between the folds

of the pages of my life

Where you will lay in every

chapter of my untold story

Take my hand and we shall begin

to dance along with the songs

That resonate from my soul

Hoping you will surrender to the music

I have found the missing pieces

of a heart once torn into shreds

Let me love you with all of me,

let me rekindle the passion within you

I beg you

Open the door to your heart

And let me in to do my part

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theloveronthemoon · 1 year

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Grieving things that aren’t dead just different

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delightfulechoes · 2 years

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Drifting Wood

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ginadope · 1 year

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Same feet, same road Yet at the end used to wait A different world Seeking own sanity in others That's the disease Maybe if we never sold off simplicity Dethroned ourselves But that is the cursed 'then' I can't even outrun the day

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4sss · 2 years

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Holding her hand. A feeling so high. A warmth that grows. Like Icarus. Even in the end, her touch was worth the fall.

J.c.A

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cozycoffinzzz · 8 months

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Lost in the Trees

The body hears whispers

but aches to be bruised

it wants thrills that gore it,

sights that blind it

and joys that dismember it

if our bodies are temples

then make mine a shrine,

if our words and actions are incense

then mine should be a bonfire

the body is not new, but smacks at the wind

and howls at the horizon,

it kisses its owner, and runs off like a dog unleashed,

lost in the trees

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eudaimanicdepressive · 1 year

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You said you feel dead inside

Breathing in and out

Honey you seem like you’re fine

Breathing in and out

A broken cross and spilled wine

How do I make you feel alive?

I don’t know what to say

Two ships passing in the night

It’s been a long long day

A broken cross and spilled wine

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commonalex · 1 year

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SWEET TYRANT

*flashing lights warning*

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SWEET TYRANT started with the worst instincts on the surface during the worst circumstances. It does not meant to struggle justifying its existence, nor is it the result of some hobby artsy jerk-off. It lives and breathes inside the crowd and doing circles around the city streets at night.

It is not to be locked away at night in a museum, it is not meant to gather dust on a library shelf. It is not a commodity of any kind, but a physical tangible copy of an emotional abstraction that exists within us even if we try to push it aside every night while scrolling until we fall asleep.

And art, as the most twisted yet direct form of asynchronous communication, is the tool chosen here to close this gap between us and reality.

Because art lives in cheap headphones that play loud music in the morning on the bus, in the notes app of a phone with endless cringey paragraphs, in the doodles on the margins of a textbook. Art exists to burst out of bodies and mix with reality.

This collection is dedicated to the people who, with their body and mind broken, still struggle, search, create, and steal back the joy and creativity that was stamped out from them day in and day out by this unending loop. I love you all in the worst way possible.

And it's also free. Meaning freely distributed. Free of charge, if you will. Made some physical copies of SWEET TYRANT in greek with some extra stuff as well. If you are interested, reach out.

<3

http://sweettyrant.online

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literatureandpoetry · 2 years

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i forget sometimes how much it hurts

to put your trust in someone and have it thrown back in your face

I guess I’ll never learn how to be cautious

- a.s

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things-never-spoken · 1 year

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The irrational reasoning of my overprotectiveness is the fact that all my dreams and hopes for the future rely on the well-being of our relationship. But that’s not your fault. It’s not on you.

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