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lovepowerpoetry · 1 year
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Berry blue memories pressed between pages of a book you gave me- unread
Stained like my carpet freshman year of college where we played spin the bottle,
just the two of us with blackberry wine on our breath
Sitting three pages apart
Refusing to kiss
Or laugh
We look at eachother that way and you just sigh
I grow old in ways now
Wanting my lovers to beg
For anything at all,
at all,
At all
Love is mourning, painful and tired
Ached over breaths on sheets
Unfurled at the edges
But tight like my fists
Knuckles brazen
Sometimes all I think about
The way you used to sigh
So we would kiss other people other times
Until it hurt so good
But you and I
We’d just sit alone in my apartment
In that corner under the stairs
Spinning green glass in the blurred light of my tv
Playing some static weather program
Snow is falling outside
I play ‘Raspberry Beret’
but you don’t know Prince
Don’t know shit else just
songs from films and punk rock
You look at me that way, like a million times before
And like a million times before I return glances
At all, we refuse to kiss or laugh or touch at all, at all
Angst is agony is sacrifice is more
And so you spend another night
Laying beside me on the floor
Writing poems about me
And emailing them to me to critique
I dye my hair about it
One of those times we play
You forget which bottle is full
And so
Your love lives vicariously through a plum colored circle on my brown carpet
Unremoveable even by dish soap
At all, permanent long after we don’t know eachother at all, at all
You used to give me books for gifts
And I would picture myself
Thumbing through the pages
In a coffee shop
waiting for someone else to sit down
Someone I love, someone else at all
Because it is easier that way
Missing you vicariously through
Never reading those books
You were one of those people
Never forgot a birthday, never forgot a moment
Pressed between lips
Three pages apart
You kiss me vicariously through
Other people
It hurts so good
At all, we don’t love eachother at all, at all
I never get my security deposit back
I never forget your birthday
I never read your books
I never think about you
At all, at all, at all
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fahyamulla · 2 years
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13.04.2020
It is in the darkness of the night where I remove the mask I put on during the day, and surrender myself to my Lord with a broken heart. I smile during the day pretending I’m okay. Surely, only Allah knows what is in every heart. I open my heart to Allah & talk to Him about you. I pray that my duaas reach you, and you know how much I miss you. Constantly telling the people of this world that I still haven’t healed from your departure will tire them, I miss you baba. Ya Allah, I’m writing to you again. I am here again writing about the man that left and took a part of me with him. Ya Allah, I know he belongs to You, but my heart seems to miss him. I know He is safe in Your hands now, alhamdulillah. Ya Allah, tell him how much I miss him, but tell him I’m okay. Let him know I miss how safe I felt wrapped around his arms, and how his smile lightened up my days. Today marks 2 years of his departure, and the pain is still the same. Alhamdulillah. Ya Allah, I ask you to unite me with my loved one in the gardens of Al-Firdaws, ‎امین یا رب -Fahya M
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thefallenangel01 · 4 years
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I loved you more than anything. Now I’ve lost everything.
-Anonymous
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autarchialiquida · 4 years
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Charles Bukowski - L’amore è un cane che viene dall’inferno
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ageofcortes · 3 years
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lonerwhodaydreams · 4 years
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i hate starting new relationship— like getting to know them again, asking what kind of food they like, telling them about my favorite movie, and debating on whether to trust them or don’t. why is it so hard to find someone who already knows my favorite color, who knows when i can’t sleep, who knows when i’m about to swear or cry— someone who already knows what my soul and my heart longs for.
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writerparijat · 4 years
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Last Chance to grab a FREE COPY of my book ‘LOVE BIRDS’ on  AMAZON. 
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Wish you all a very Happy  Christmas!
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unknown-booklover · 4 years
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I want him to devour me..
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wordsthathelpmeheal · 4 years
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we talked about soulmates
he didn’t believe in them.
maybe he’s mine.
& maybe I never see him again
maybe we never speak ever again
maybe the purpose of him in my life
has long been fulfilled.
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thesincerethoughts · 4 years
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Having a person to talk to from "Good Morning" to "Sleep Well" is too wonderful. (Especially when you're quarantined)
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lovepowerpoetry · 4 years
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I have tried already three times To sprout wings and shout hollow from my disrepair A lust I am so far lost in I decorate the inside of my own casket twice Each time differently Once with Roses that I hated and Violets that you loved Once again with sheet music for Beethoven’s fifth and a poem I wrote that never saw the light of day about Gram Parsons burning body at Joshua Tree I wrote you a note asking you to put a can of lighter fluid in the lapel of the suit I’m buried in So I can pretend we’re good enough friends for you to Strike up a match and Set me ablaze in the desert under a billion stars You didn’t get the message Because we aren’t anymore I have this knack for leaving people sad voicemails Good enough to be song intros I remember once trying to tell you about Gram Parsons and Joshua Tree I tried to ask you if you thought it would be possible to imagine how the sky probably looked like A Kinkaide painting In my head you said no Maybe Matisse Maybe VanGogh Maybe it just looked like Whatever the sky looks like to you Here but better But you didn’t really answer then Did you? I don’t remember that part I just remember the last time I ever saw you you fingerpainting the poppy field From Wizard Of Oz On the side of the shoebox we buried my fish in I poked a bunch of holes in the top and taped a flashlight on facedown So that Oscar might pretend Heaven is a sky full of stars But I really just thought It might have been one more night Staying up late on the phone with you
For The Angels Rejoicing On The Streets Of Baltimore- Alex Castillo
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fahyamulla · 4 years
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“You are the happily ever after I dream of everyday.” — Fahya M
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nukpunuk · 4 years
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To my loved one
Oh dear, to tell you what you mean to me affords beautiful words, words that are worthy of your beauty and so i soon realized that even by using the most beautiful words of the universe, the will never compete with your uniqueness✨✨✨
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autarchialiquida · 4 years
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Comizi d’amore
Pier Paolo Pasolini interviews Italians, from intellectuals to peasants and from south to north, about taboos and sexual habits. May 5, 1965 (Italy)
The director makes the first documentary work in Italy on this topic. Thus the ignorance and moralisms that afflict the private sphere come to light.
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ageofcortes · 3 years
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