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juan-francisco-palencia · 18 hours ago
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"They have said that loving with eagerness makes us reach a peak. But the most unforgettable and valuable thing is to enjoy with that special someone, the path that brings us together and will take us far."
"Essay of a life".
—  Juan Francisco Palencia.    
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glitteryteenpoems · 12 hours ago
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mr. sandman
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make me dream of a time so golden and so rare that the lily-lipped children will sing and dance and cheer
make me dream of an age so good and just and bright all the glistening pink flowers will glow and create light
make me dream of an hour so imagined and rehearsed that each second i spend there throws me further towards the hearse
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delightsofmysoul · 2 days ago
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Dead Sea
The transition from love to scant disregard is a difficulty journey To embrace and accept another wholeheartedly To listen without judgement Smile fondly at their foibles To feel a warmth spread throughout every part of your being Shared secrets Precious memories To be replaced with a void A vacuum Where nothing can live Some would say that you cannot think about the moment you actually pass from this earth I do not need to summon it to my mind For I am experiencing it in my body Each day I place one foot in front of the other Undertake my daily activities And yes On occasion laugh uproariously Yet I am dead inside Initially it was though a whirlpool swirled inside of me Travelling at such a velocity That every memory Every word flitted across my mind momentarily I have never seen the Dead Sea I do not need to A flat Heavy space Where I cannot drown Cannot end this infernal suffering Rather I float on the salty bed of my own tears of loss and regret.
Delightsofmysoul 2 December 2021
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a-moonlit-poet · 2 months ago
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US.
I looked into the mirror
and
I didn't see myself.
I saw the person
who has seen a lot more
than I ever did.
I saw the scars;
which others found fake.
I saw all the pain
which others call mistakes.
I traced my fingers over the wounds
that no longer hurt.
The dried up blood
from the deep cuts of bloody words.
I devoured the eyes
which are tired yet beautiful.
I tasted the lips,
which are hiding some unspoken truth.
Yet;
I love her.
I love the person she has become.
I fell in love
With the flaws that make her.
All her imperfections
That slowly builds her up.
She is everything
I ever hoped to be.
And also someone
I could never ever be.
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civilizedancestors · 4 months ago
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the intimacy of knowing how to make someone’s perfect cup of coffee
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sunsethoex · 11 months ago
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Physically I'm here but mentally I'm living in an old, abandoned castle running around in silk gowns.
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mxxnlightsblog · a month ago
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It is very important to go out alone, to sit under a tree, not with a book, not with a companion, but by yourself and observe the falling of a leaf, hear the lapping of the water, the fishermen's song, watch the flight of a bird, and of your own thoughts as they chase each other across the space of your mind. If you are able to be alone and watch these things, then you will discover extraordinary riches which no government can tax, no human agency can corrupt, and which can never be destroyed.
(Unknown)
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