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waitingforthesunrise · 1 year

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He asked me, what is your favorite color?

And I looked at him, and words filled my heart. I wanted to say

Purple; like the light bruises beneath your eyes. A shaded lavender of midnight thoughts.

You haven’t been sleeping, have you – you know you could call and I’d pick up, no matter the hour; I would tell you stories until your mind gave you rest. I would, for you…

Or green. When your eyes catch the sunlight and turn into a golden gaze, flecked with voiceless words, and my knees tremble. I wish I could fold that look into an envelope; carry it in my pocket, take it out to save me from my tears. Or maybe

Black. Like your hair. The curls I have to stop myself from tucking behind your ears; I hold my own hand to keep still.

your voice is edged in silver. I think your laugh is yellow, love; when you cried and I took your hand, it was turquoise, a cloud of weighty blue, and I wanted nothing more than to stay with you and your electric touch. I could dry your tears if you would let me, pools of cobalt in my hands.

But you are still looking at me from across the table, and I smile.

I’m not sure, I say. Orange is nice, I guess.

@dailypoetryforyou

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abrighterspark · 5 months

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piece together

my patchwork soul

select each emerald thread

sew, with care, and intent to mend

the parts where love leaves holes

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21stcenturysucks · 2 years

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fraiserire · 5 months

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Sometimes I do wonder, it comes in passing dreams throughout days such as this one, that my parents would be happier if they had no children. I can envision them with an aura of freedom and happiness that have not found with me here. That if I could go back in time and tell them not to have children. Not because I don’t want to be born but so that they can be truly happy. In those dreams I see, they are the happiest with no children. A joy I can’t seem to give them no matter what I do.

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honeyednotes · 10 months

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I had almost forgotten what it was to feel pain:

the twisting stab of heartbreak to be precise

I know anxiety and existential dread all too well, but they thrum through my veins making my limbs restless

this pain is all-consuming, every colour seems to be in a grey scale and my bed has become the monster that is eating me

I barely have the strength to claw out from it's jaws, escaping for small periods only to find myself back in it's clutches

the world is blooming outside my bedroom window but it all just makes me think of her

and guilt twists the dagger farther, saying that I could have done more,

better

and I succumb to the digestion, allowing my covers to drag me deeper

if only this would actually kill me

by Brie Thomson

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inmyperfectworld · 2 months

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"Through with Love" by me. ✍🏾🩷

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writemoment · 1 year

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my tenderness is excruciating, your inconsistency- debilitating. one moment i am burning alive, the next i am frostbitten and praying for the lick of your flame

- ellie-mae

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anonymousblackgurl · 2 years

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Rain sings a beautiful song as it falls.

Its autumn and the days shorten just like my love for you has over the months. When I would think of you, my chest hallowed out and a black hole existed at the edge of my sternum. Bottomless.

I’d scream into it and patiently wait for the echoes to make their way back to me. A ritual — a prayer only for when I missed you.

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dopelavender · 1 year

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- Jason R.M

"Letters That Were Never Sent"

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ohwaitwhatdamn · 1 year

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academiainspo · 1 year

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the fire burned bright, unafraid of eventually burning out. and the brightest stars watched uneasily, tittering in the darkness, hesitant of slowly fading into the dust they once had emerged from.

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poemsaboutagirl · 22 days

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I miss your voice, so soft and lilting,

Your face, so kind and gorgeous

Your body, so connected to mine

But mostly I miss how you made me feel

So in love and hopeful

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eggotistical · 1 year

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playing games

Feels as though there is a wire constraining the two of us within the same framework— my unorthodox manner dictates decisions for my days, which then turns into nights clouded in restraint. I must not make a mistake for the second time. I must never be allowed to see the sight of failure.

You hold me yet you hide from me, and I can see past the belligerent bolstering that you spit out when flustered. I waited for a man but what I received was a deck of cards… a king and queen in hand but still unable to conjure up a royal flush.

You keep on betting your cards and I eventually tire of this repetitive game. I must fold before you keep me in this roundabout cycle of push and pull.

(November 14th, 2022)

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asoftepiloguemylove · 3 months

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I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL BUT I COULD BE

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poemsonmars · 1 month

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breathing has gotten

harder again lately.

i'm not sure if it's the

gaping hole in my chest

where their love used to be,

or the fact that i'm alone again

and the depression has found

its way back into my rib cage.

or maybe it's the smoking.

i hate that i've fallen back into

all of my bad habits so quickly,

but it's the only way

i know how to survive.

i don't know why life insists

on teaching me lessons

but i hope the next one

is learning how to rest.

-mars

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honeyednotes · 10 months

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I am the burning bridge

no matter where I go the stench of wood soaked in gasoline follows, it all depends on who lights the first match

at least that is what I tell myself when another person I called a friend removes themselves from my life without warning

once I have processed the trauma enough to approach, apology in hand, I am left to pick up pieces of ash, memories unaffected by the fallout still hot with hurt

I float my apologies across the river, aware that they will likely drift downstream and drown, unnoticed

but if you ever decide you want to, perhaps one day, we could build a new bridge

by Brie Thomson

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