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#poetic words
ending-thoughts · 1 year
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"I will only let you touch me, if your hands are so full of intention, that every brush of your palms feels like you're writing a novel on my skin." Azra T "Braille"
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accidentalslayer · 8 months
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noteworthynotions · 2 months
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I’m not myself when I’m around you. I’m someone better.
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poetrybyonur · 1 year
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You are so much a part of me that you have blended with my bones.
An older elfchen poem that I redid.
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"I'll carry your grief,
but won't let you carry mine." -she said
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brownsugar4hersoul · 4 months
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cosmicbirch8 · 11 months
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thetypewriterdaily · 2 years
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namitha · 2 years
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Such a beautiful morning! How can I describe the nectar that rains down upon the eye! There's a beautiful breeze and bird call. On the shore of this full river, looking at the sunlight falling upon this new world made happy by the rain, it seems as if this young and beautiful earth goddess is having an affair with some god of light-that's why this light and this air, this half melancholy, half-happy feeling, this continuous trembling in the leaves of trees and fields of grain-such an unlimited fulfilment in the water, such green beauty on the land, such a transparent blue in the sky. A vast, deep, endless love affair is being enacted between heaven and earth. Just as love has the virtue of finding the biggest events of the world quite insignificant, so too the sky here has such a feeling spread across it that it makes all the running around, the panting and the struggling, the rolling. The sky, the light, the air and song have come together from every direction and loosened me up and absorbed me within. themselves as if someone had picked my mind up on his brush and applied it like another coat of colour upon this vibrant scene, so that there's another layer of intoxicating colour over this entire blue, green and gold. I'm enjoying this. .
🍂 Rabindranath Tagore
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wanderlust-writings · 1 month
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Well here we are again. Another day has past and the comforting blankness of the evening has once again fallen.
I'm trying to write as much as I can. I know you think that should be incredibly easy but I'm here to inform you that couldn't be farther from the case. Now there are some circumstance that are unique to me such as having a, at times, debilitating chronic illness, an autistic brother who requires my attention at times, the increasingly annoying fact that I still live with my family which can lead to numerous distractions--just to name a few.
Beyond that this world is so busy. I feel like I'm on one of those spinning carnival rides where the g-force increases and you are pushed up against the way. It just keeps getting faster and faster and though I try to push through the gargantuous invisible forces that are pressing down on me, I tend to find myself just thrown into another wall.
I'm not going to lie. I'm not the most disciplined. I get distracted by shiny objects and luminous screens. They draw me in with their effervescent allure, hypnotizing me into a trance-like state. Everything just seems more grand in screens. Pulling me out of myself and into the shoes of the fantastical, the glamourous. It's easer to consume than to create. Less energy and less chance of failure. A roundabout way of being a part of something without ever having to apply oneself. The safety wife to life trapeze act, allowing oneself to get lost in the sea of screens. To turn off our brains completely and simply float while someone else holds us up.
Sometimes I like easy. Other days I need it, but I don't want to become reliant upon easy.
No, my raison d'être is too glorious for easy.
Maybe that's sinful to say. That I rise above all the others. To even begin to think that my life has some sort of grandiose purpose. That my life matters more than the person down the street. Truthfully I don't believe that's true at all. Believing that I'm extra-ordinary is the greatest lie that I tell because I have to. If not, that means all this suffering that I have experienced will have been in vain. Ending up some rotten corpse in the ground, some etching carved onto a stone in a language that could one day be forgotten.
What's the point? Doesn't this all have to matter? To mean something?
My greatest fear is that it doesn't. That we are all just blindly groping our way through some maze trying to latch onto some inkling of meaning so we don't gauge our eyes out in the break room. So will find a person to copulate with and continue the species, a task that's been scorched into our DNA. We lie so we have some reason to wake up in the morning and contort ourselves into being another cog in the man's machine. We will do this over and over for our entire lives until one day we are withered, our bones brittle, or eyes cloudy, and our souls mute. All this bullshit--there has to be a reason? Right?
You wanted to know the sickest part? It's not that I'm trying to forge some philosophical meaning with these words. It's that I know how shitty my attempt is and yet I still do it anyway. The definition of insanity. It's that somewhere deep inside me I know that I'm worthless no better than a rat stuck in some maze intended to amuse others greater than me.
I'll keep trying. Set up a routine. Dispel all the garbage out of my soul and onto the page in hopes of discovering my golden chalice that will attract hordes or people, of their praise. Keep force-feeding myself this plastic lie until I'm knelt, face buried in the toilet, purging. Unable to continue to live this facade anymore!
until that day comes
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cassiethehazel · 2 months
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shaunthesheesh · 2 years
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I know it hurts
And it will more.
I know the sun will shine for evermore.
But the pain we suffer only grows.
O savior of ours;
Let me know.
O Morpheus, dream of the endless;
Take me in your arms
Make me see your dreams,
Make feel love again
Make me gleam.
O Lord of Dreams take me away;
I don't want to stay anyway.
I want to be at your feet
Doing your bidding.
If you just promise
And keep your promise to me,
I will surrender my whole being to thee.
~8.8.2022, Baksi.
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accidentalslayer · 4 months
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speedycloudzinepurse · 3 months
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The sharper the prayer shines on the heartstrings, the more the tears flow.
What does perfect mean, if there is something simple but capable of making happy.
Letting go, is not just untangling the bonds, but there will be a residue left behind, between the shadow and the soul.
What's is has deadly us apart from the word, namely love.
Let fate bring the situation from feeling bored with false love to the eternity of real love
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poetrybyonur · 2 years
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Come awaken the poetry I write for you that sleeps on the tip of my tongue.
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"And sometimes, against all odds, against all logic, we hope."
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