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jckpoetry · 2 years
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connectingwithsoul · 7 months
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No running, no chasing. Just being. You are you. I am me. We just meet. Sit, walk, talk, and we don't effort. EVER. Don't think. Don't plan. Don't care. We just exist together. @connectingwithsoul
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ghostthevamp · 5 months
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My friend told me I love like a dog today
I think she’s right
I have a tendency to follow people around in the worst ways
Barking and whining for their attention
Waiting at the door for them to come back
Maybe I would feel better
If I left the leash
But it’s safer in it so I won’t
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smokingstar · 3 months
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I miss springtime
But i find the flowers
In your eyes
Even in the coldest nights
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I live in the extremes.
Frozen from starvation, burning alive from overeating.
My emotions are volatile and like a computer with ads screaming “danger!”
When I love you, I will make you everything.
You are in the sunlight, the clothes I wear, the pleasures I take.
But when I hate you, your very existence will destroy me.
The sight of you will override my mind, demolish all joy, invade my peace.
The switch from one to the other and back is overwhelming and constantly changing. 
I am an extreme, and I hope you can handle it
Because I sure can’t.
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botheringlevi · 3 months
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Where have flowers bloomed but never trembled? Even those most beautiful all trembled as they blossomed, and as they shook, stalks grew firm. Where is there a love which is never shaken?
Where have flowers bloomed though never been made wet? Even those most brightly sparkling were soaked and soaked again as they blossomed. Battered by wind and rain, their petals opened warmly. Where is there a life which is never been drenched?
—“Flowers That Bloom When Shaken” // Do Jong-Hwan
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emmilynwrites · 7 months
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Moving On.
I had hope in us.
I had faith in what we could be.
But tonight I pack my tote,
And leave this barren heath.
This building with four walls and a door.
That was supposed to be a home.
The site of where we became torn.
As I drive, I'm blown away.
I want to celebrate.
I would be absolutely right to.
I should be elated.
But what I would give for just one more fight.
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runaway-4stronaut · 1 month
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Don't know where we are going
But I bet it's somewhere grand
My world has found peace
in the dark
And from the light
Your hand
We meet in the gray
The in between of black and technicolor
How is there so much but nothing left to say?
The sweet sound of the lark
From the tree line,
Your hands making their mark
And our bodies keeping time
I don't want to come up for air
I don't want to come up for air
For I have found it through the gray
How is it I have so much, yet so little to say
I don't want to come up for air
I don't want to come up for air.
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retiredfrompuberty · 1 year
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When you are born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.
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justbreathingair · 11 months
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I have a pit in my stomach, and I don’t know why. Feeling so alone, but I won’t let myself cry.
The world is so big, yet I’m so tiny.
7.8 billion souls in this world, yet here I am whining.
How many of those souls feel lost, alone, are hungry, or without a home? Yet here I am, tucked in my bed, complaining about the pit in my stomach… that just doesn’t sit right in my head.
I am so blessed, so lucky, but there’s only one thing I want, and that’s that feeling of home, no longer looking for a jaunt. This pit will dissipate, this feeling temporary, but what daunts me the most is my future, and what it may hold… I find that quite scary.
I’m thankful for my little family; myself, Bella, and Blu. With their undying love, this place will no longer feel new, and will bloom. It’s the uncertainty that scares me, and I wish there was someone I could talk to, but writing my thoughts down just might have to do.
Here’s to all of the 7.8 billion souls out there, who have felt this pit before. This too shall pass, and I pray that with this new chapter I will feel at peace, happy, tranquil, in love, and reborn.
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autoaxiology · 11 months
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Exhaustion
Circles
Spirals
Doodles
Crossing, tossing around
In my head
Up and down, up and down, all around
Focus in smithereens
Quantified, clarity of thoughts fumble
Body wanting to collapse
Implode outwardly
The tendons falling apart
Flesh loosening
But the mind is the sore spot
The bodies blights may be feathers
compared to the feeling of fumbling
In my head
In my head there is no order
No bonds
Chaos
One thought to another
Afterthought before preconceptions
Thoughts separated but united
Bound together by the oppression of exhaustion
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jckpoetry · 1 year
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connectingwithsoul · 7 months
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Grabbing onto pieces of you. Remembering everything I can. Because they're all so precious. @connectingwithsoul
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ghostthevamp · 2 months
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LAMB-GHOST
A man told me freckles were kisses from angels
I think , then you must be blessed
All holy be the boy who causes the most sin
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smokingstar · 3 months
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In the world of ai
In the dream where you're mine
I slowly walk away from everything
Because a life like this is very lame
I wanna quit it all
But i cant cuz my heart stops it
A man like me needs an arm to hold me
When it gets dark
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wfmusic13 · 1 year
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The Times I Live
an original poem
7 Apr, 2023 20:54
tw: gun violence, death, transphobia/homophobia
I live in a time where,
“Another mass shooting…”
Crosses newsfeed and flashes across the tv
More often than not.
Where there are more shootings than days in the year.
And no one can hear their screams.
I live in a time where
I’m more prepared to die for my friends,
than to hear about it on the news.
Because at least then I did my best
To stop the inevitable.
And no one can hear their screams.
I live in a time where
Teachers resort to TikTok to teach
Instead of their own classrooms.
Because if they can tell one more person,
than maybe they can stop the next one.
And no one can hear their screams.
I live in a time where
I’m scared to go to school.
To the mall, the movies.
To work or Wegmans.
And no one can hear their screams.
I live in a time where
I may not leave after walking into class.
Where windows and doors
Will do nothing against their bullets.
And no one can hear their screams.
I live in a time where
People are more concerned with drag and books,
Erasing affirming care and abortions,
Than the bodies on the floor.
Moskowitz said, “dead kids can’t read.”
And no one can hear their screams.
I live in a time where
No one listens.
Protests are just propaganda, walkout are worthless, and petitions are pointless.
It all feels so hopeless.
And no one can hear our screams.
I live in a time where
Hate is more normal than love.
Violence is the only answer,
The only solution.
Because they al want to cary a bigger stick.
And no one can hear their screams.
I live in a time
Where I’m scared for tomorrow.
Because tomorrow may be it
And we’ll say, “the end.”
And no one can hear their screams.
I live in a time where
No one can hear their screams.
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