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coffeexxcigarettes · 21 days
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Rapid-Cycling
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The earth rumbles its disapproval,
The clouds thick across the sky.
To the right of me,
There is darkness.
Flashes of light,
A familiar swirling of navy blues and grays.
To the left,
There is light.
The sun shining beyond the puffy wall,
Somewhere, I'm sure.
The clouds move quickly,
Pulling darkness,
Then light-
Then darkness again,
Almost quick enough to shock you.
However, it makes me laugh.
To see myself reflected in such
A natural environment
Is an odd feeling.
Perhaps flipping through emotions-
Colors, hues, violence, simplicity.
Perhaps I was made to be like the sky
In this way.
From storms to a spring breeze;
From despair,
To mercy.
Light, dark, light, dark.
I've never been a fan of
Grey.
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candy-colored-misery · 4 months
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i dont really understand how you cant listen to music and be moved or impacted in some way, or how you can just look outside and not feel the amazement that nature is. the world may be burning around us and engulfing us in agony, but there's a reason why the moon comes back. there's a reason why it hasn't abandoned us.
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honeyednotes · 8 months
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Waiting
the clicking trill of a bush cricket sounds against the night like a car alarm, loud and insistent, waiting for someone to notice and turn him off
but his calls go straight to voicemail everytime, no matter how much he rings
so he hangs up and tries again, permitting a few moments of silence while he redials the only number he knows
the shrill dial tone picks up where it left off, deafening in it's proximity as he calls out again into the night
waiting
by Brie Thomson
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softsweetwhispers · 1 year
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i love friends, i love breathing, i love seeing the trees change from green to red and orange and yellow to bare-bones back to green, i love seeing the turn of time through the plants that bloom along the sidewalk and in between the cracks in the road, i love driving at night and looking up at the moon, soft and cratered with the tender touch of a lover, and the clouds and taking pictures, memories trapped in old polaroids forever, i love listening to music and sharing earbuds and reading books and immersing myself, i love watching water flow innocently and innocuously, watching the blues and listening to the white washed lull, i love hugs and quality time and hanging out just to hang out. i love existing. i love living.
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charzeewrites · 4 months
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Waves
I feel like the ocean is a representation of mental illness. Because it can be so beautiful, but so deadly. One moment you can be laughing with friends and having fun, and the next your suffocating in these world shattering emotions that are ripping you apart from the inside out.
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writingmeup · 5 months
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Hibernation Nation
I Am A Cold Person biting north east wind cold cuts through these British bones it makes me frosty Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com
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ramblin-wildflower · 1 year
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the moon phases & me | ramblin' wildflower | 05.09.23
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ohwaitwhatdamn · 1 year
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'Cause life is like a set of cards
All the queens are left with broken hearts
The jacks they break like flowers
And kings loose all their power
To win you need an ace in the hole
A dangerous game you could loose your soul
But love is strong and keeps us going
So I'll be a player
Seeing me growing
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From the River,
I twist and turn
I can only go down
I sit at the bottom of valleys
And create giant rifts
That is my power, I bring life to all the lands
I house hundreds of small little men
Drink from my waters, traveler
I will move by next winter
My surface is the first to freeze
I am ever moving
Ever changing
I will carve another cavern soon
Just give me a year
You won’t recognize me, dear
You may still kneel by my side
And drink from my water as you once did
You are much like me, ever running
I lead into the sea, where will you end?
Will it be near me, or just around the bend?
My dear, my friend
Will you fall into my waters or use your boat
You know me by name, River
By my twists and turns
You find me by going down
And jump from the rifts I created
I bring you life
You bring me joy
I am the Rivers
You are my bends
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“…weight of dark clouds
curving
around the bleak horizon”
(Donald S. Murray, “Sphagnum Moss”)
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manojnaironline · 28 days
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At night
At night, the sky showsmore stars than I can count,how insignificant am I
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honeyednotes · 9 months
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the evening creeps closer to midnight but light still weighs down the edge of the horizon
the gradient between night and day grows thinner and thinner, before the last dredges of light disappear entirely
the dark can't stay for long, though, cast out so quickly by the resurgence of the sun
it peaks over the horizon, waiting patiently for night to run it's course, but inevitably chasing it away again
like a child on christmas morning, too excited to sleep in, the onset of day orchestrates the ambience, strumming up birds like piano as the wind flutes through the trees
with light melting the sparse shadows night has summoned, victory looks assured, but the wheel must always turn
dark to light
light to dark
summer will be gone in a moment, just wait
we will once again feel the vast darkness of a winters night
but now, in the warmth of the sun, those days are so far away they do not seem real
all the better, for in those days I do not feel real
and with artificial light as my only solace in seemingly unending night, how could I?
by Brie Thomson
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shortstories4al · 3 months
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A wilted plant
It was just a twig, still standing in a pot.
It was just a twig, still standing in a pot. Dried, twisted, hopelessly dead. No leaves to show, no blooms, no thorns. It lay there for months, ignored. A few drops of rain, dripping from the roof. A ray of sunshine, bright and right, warmed up the stick and gave it new life. Small shoots came up, tiny buds appeared twig no more, it became a plant. All it takes is some love and…
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you said let's look at it with fresh eyes
tomorrow
I said you can't refresh the skies
they'll still be filled with sorrow
just cause the tears don't look like rain
doesn't mean the sun's fears aren't still causing pain
to all the sky
all the weight that it still carries
even as the weather varries
(by D)
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