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dg-fragments · 9 months

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I write to you, of you, not because our souls are intertwined, neither because you're mine or I'm yours, but because I do not know of any other audience, for these thoughts, in the form of mere words, for this fragmented existence, which reveals through the cracks of past experiences, to lose itself in the captivating beauty, that is yourself.

- DG

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eefrostpoetry · 1 year

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this morning i talked to the sun about you and she brought warmth and opened up the flowers

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caterinaprisciandaro · 8 months

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Reproduction

With every line towards the back of you head and every sip when you are staring to death, and the way you close the top, the way your hands shake as you take them close to your lips, the way you sniff and sometimes bleed, the way you cut up the files so you damage your nasal cavity for the last time, the way your eyes wonder lost when you finally feel awake, and your hair, they way your hair falls through your face.. a smile is reproduction, but leads the way, the way your scarred legs still take you there and the way you move freely as you fall deeply, up, down, the center, non-existent, the way the leaves and the grass hold you and the way you reproduce the smile once more, fooling nature and the sublime, crossing lines, never paths, leaves you wondering where’s the pass.. blood flows, adrenaline rush and you.. reproduction.

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dg-fragments · 6 months

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Take me home, will you, for I've been out here lost, more than I wanted, longer than I anticipated, and lonelier than I imagined.

- DG

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dg-fragments · 10 months

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Missing you hits me at odd times, when I least expect it to, when my mind wanders away, over the horizons in distance; with no means of control, I give in, to those feelings of emptiness, and let myself transcend continents, to be where you might be, perhaps sooner rather than later.

- DG

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dg-fragments · 7 months

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You talk about your day, spilling little details, about the various nuances throughout, and I get lost, not fully comprehending yet grateful, to be in your company, within your proximity. Your eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, while you bombard me with jargons, and I listen intently, responding where I can and where I should, tethering you to go on, as I get even more mesmerized.

- DG

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dg-fragments · 2 months

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Measure my life, to the last ounce, if you must, you'll find nothing of value, but dirt and dust, still, leave me as you found me, gathering rust, for nothing more can be done, I am biding the time just.

- DG

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dg-fragments · 7 months

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Often I struggle, to uncover meaning, within myself, and around me, to avoid slipping into, an endless phases of meaninglessness; I am a collection of fragments, incomprehensible at best, yet craving to be, perhaps a bit more, than a meaningless existence.

- DG

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dg-fragments · 4 months

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He was not meant to be devoid of emotion, for he felt every ounce, and yet, their seemingly harmless expectations, were letting numbness take over, bringing forth a dire realization, that nothing was ever his to begin with.

- DG

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dg-fragments · 9 months

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Words are all I was left with, a window to my fragmented soul,

and yet I struggled with adequate combinations and sequences,

to express what I wanted, what I needed, what I craved,

but indecisiveness led me often to silence whilst inside me was a storm,

and I was brought to the point of not having much to say,

all with a mind that was too chaotic to rest and a heart too overflowing to stay still.

- DG

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dg-fragments · 3 months

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I thought my own strength would desert me, I'd be left ruing chances I didn't take, and that's what happened, all that's left is the failure, of contemplating, on what ifs and could have beens, within the depths, I am submerged.

- DG

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dg-fragments · 5 months

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Do not come after me for the words unspoken, more often than not, there is so much more I would otherwise say, but these loitering thoughts, and relentless fears, take a stronghold on me; I make futile attempts to clasp myself together, and yet, the worries win everytime, as if, it was perhaps, always, a losing game, for me.

- DG (A losing game)

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dg-fragments · 10 months

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For the first time in years, I dreaded the approach of nightless night, taking over me, slowly engulfing me in its captivating hold; I was tired, yes, but not without reason, and I still didn't want to be up, nor willing to go beyond the realms of my comfort zone, for there are pieces of me missing from me, that belong to you, and within your absence, there is only a long arduous wait that lies ahead of me.

- DG

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dg-fragments · 8 months

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I can't stop you from witnessing the mess, that becomes apparent without prior indication, perhaps the very prospect of your observation could prevent it from overflowing; I could pretend all I want still would not be able to conceal, what you would otherwise already know; so what is even the point I ask myself, and yet for some untoward reason I still do.

- DG

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dg-fragments · 9 months

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Life, with all it's phases, takes us places, in some we'd rather not be, others we'd do anything to go back happily, and yet in this paradox, we are spent across. Life, with it's many mysteries, can bring together their share of miseries; happiness is but what's desired, strife though, within us is not wired, for we are mediocre beings, and mediocrity sings. Life, with its share of calamities, tests often our vanities, calm and peace is what's craved, but from our vanities we are not saved, for we are living on the verge, of a downhill spiral's purge.

- DG

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dg-fragments · 10 months

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After an exhausting day and with the night that doesn't seem to come, I reluctantly recline to a vacated bed, waiting for the sleep to overcome me, and while it hovers just above my eyes; the peace, the calmness is somehow missing altogether, for there is an immense emptiness within and around me. A touch of circumstances perhaps, yet the feeling of missing, too strong, engulfs me and overpowers the sleep as I doze off towards a world perceivable only to myself.

- DG

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