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[eefrostpoetry]

give me all of you or give me nothing

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[alejundra]

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[meanwhilepoetry]

Every woman I have ever loved is still working out how to love herself. Has a closetful of ghosts and has been to a hundred funerals of the women she used to be. Wonders what wounds her mother carries that she will never know about. Hopes that the weight of the world doesn't eventually crush her, that she is strong enough to handle it all. Wishes a day will come when she can put it all down, give her aching shoulders a rest. Wants someone to truly see her and not make a feast of her kindness and dreams. Is forever hiding a secret hunger for what calls to her in the dark. Holds a universe inside her, but has been told to make herself smaller despite the paradox. Praise be that universes are not in the business of listening to anyone but themselves. Every woman I have loved has thought about it. The art of disappearing. To be here one day, and the next, like smoke, simply gone.

- Nikita Gill, Every Woman I Have Ever Loved

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[lonesomebigmike]

My grandfather, 17 maple trees tall

Stubble ridden, stained second shift shirt

Nudges me towards a Quick Trip counter top

He growls something barely audible as I sneak a second bag of candy onto the counter

He is getting too old for my shit,

But cannot begrudge my newfound love of root beer barrels and red and white vaporwave

He tells me only 11 year olds can have coffee

I am 10 years old

My grandfather, 13 maple trees tall

Teeth clacking on sugar free hard candy

Pins my hand to the arm of his recliner with a deep chuckle

He grins at me and hugs me tight

He feels my strength in me years before I do

We never arm wrestle again

I am 14 years old

My grandfather laughs at me as I fall off the wooden swing as he exits the house, my page in the book forgotten

He limps towards the garage

I limp after him

I am 18 years old

My grandfather is fading.

I call

He says " Hi Mike!" with the same enthusiasm as all 27 years prior

He has 15 days left

I am

For the first time

too old

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[offstage-euthymia]

Pure black and no sugar.

Do you recall the good old chamomile tea.

Each morning at the same time like an early bird.. with the white fumes of cigarettes and other herbs.

Perhaps an old notion and a newly adapted habit of rolling cigarettes.

Do you remember the good old golden water.

And a sunny beach.

Listening each wave crash on the shore while sitting by the table in a lounge coffee shop.

Pure black and no sugar.

By Marko Tivanovac

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[onlylivingforwords]

Some stories are written in the dust, They don't stay; they fly away, like us, Weaving tales from our departures and returns. Libertines, moving along on the waves of the sea, In serene embraces and whispers of the wind.

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[dwolfram]

take the glass

leave the bottle

drink fast,

drive slow

knife on the wall

to find what's been lost

night has always been kind and

helping me to find my soul

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[vanx-97]

Leave me here alone to die

I’m so tired of you making me cry

This life I live is not mine

Your words control me all the time

Out my mind, you want me gone

On the inside I don’t belong

You make me feel like I can’t hold on

That the person I am is so wrong

I should be like this

I should be like that

Stick to the script

Being different is bad

My work is cliche, nothing new

This thing here won’t get you far

Keep your job, stay in school

You’re not very good at making art

I don’t want to listen to you

I don’t want to do what they do

I am nothing, if what you say is true

Then if I fail at what I love, there’s nothing to lose

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[ruedeirdre18]

"The Withering of a Flower"

By: @ruedeirdre18

I am a flower in a garden,

Expected to bloom in a certain way.

But every time I'm compared,

My petals wither, my colors fade.

There are voices that surround me,

Whispering their criticisms and doubt,

And every word that they utter,

Feels like a thorn that tears me out.

I try to grow tall and strong,

To reach for the sun and the sky,

But their comparisons keep me low,

And I can't help but wonder why.

My heart is heavy with sadness,

As I struggle to hold onto my light,

For all the times they've compared me,

And dimmed my shine in their sight.

I hope someday they'll see me,

As a unique and beautiful bloom,

But until then I'll keep on growing,

And trying to rise above the gloom.

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[eefrostpoetry]

i've written to many love letters to you and not enough to myself

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[mrdangams]

I want to get married just to get divorced because yeah the feeling of yearning for someone you’ve been crushing on is so fun but it feels kind of childish. you start dating and then you get married when you’re old enough and I feel like somewhere around that long period of time the yearning feels forgotten because yearning is essentially associated with love. so sometimes that love slips through the cracks of your fingers and in between coming home late and ignoring calls and petty fights and giving half assed responses just to receive a “are you going to actually talk with with more than one word or am I going to be having a monologue all night?” and going upstairs to see them still awake but ignoring you. you get used to it. you get so used to it in fact that you don’t expect it to end.

next thing you know is that you’re at the beach house (the one you have dreamed about having together when you were yearning for your lover), there’s a divorce paper with your lover’s signature on the marble kitchen table (the one you both took time picking out, mindlessly walking through an ikea hand-in-hand but your stomach hurts and you can’t tell if it’s because of the overwhelming PDA and love that’s rushing through your veins or the ice coffee you’ve been sipping on with your free hand) and suddenly you’re getting a call from your lawyer while you’re trying to process your emotions, you can’t really figure out what the most appropriate response is because even though you did know you would get divorced you didn’t properly prepare for it.

now you’re standing in the kitchen, the phone call ended and you’re thinking about what went wrong, when you already know. so you sign the papers all while you tell yourself “it’s for the best.” but is it really? did you dream this part too when you were 16 years old thinking about the future with the love of your life? and the answer is no, you didn’t. now you’re trying to learn how to live without them because it’s think that it’s better this way.

but it’s not better, because how could it be better? when they move into their parent’s house until they get themselves together but you still see them sometimes across the grocery store and you’re thinking about how nobody else in the grocery store knows that you used to wake up next to them for more than 10 years. that you still catch myself making coffee for two (one is exactly the way they liked it). that you still get up in the middle of night to a cup full of water because they used to get thirsty in their sleep. that you know every little thing about them and still see them in everything and now it’s gone and then you realize you’re yearning again and you need them more than you ever have and it’s a different kind of want.

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[meanwhilepoetry]

Have you ever felt like you are the quiet ghost everyone can see but chooses to look through. Like your body is there, just transparent, you speak but no one hears you, not really. The act of disappearing is not so hard truly. You can do it even in a room surrounded by people who love you. Just pretend you aren’t there, and everyone around you will pretend you have vanished too.

- Nikita Gill

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[lonesomebigmike]

Patchwork Hearts

There is a piece of me on Simcoe

And a piece of me in town

A piece of me in the hospital boilerroom

Trying to work without burning down

A piece of me in the country

Reading under the trees

A piece of me on the internet

Seeding thunder in other's dreams

A piece of me in the rusted halls

That reek of iron and blood

The same piece that answers the call

Come the trouble or the flood

The delayed decay of mourning

Keeps hostages of a few

Of the pieces that belong to me

That should belong to you

Pieces bloom or die, but a sum sings to a man

Their stitches ripped, misfits get shipped

Or fed to the flash in the pan

Like the first bacon surrendered to cook the rest

The homework we do before the test

The peace ripped from my chest

Bred the warmth in my breast

That paved room for

"I have a few spots left"

For you its not empty space

Some grew back and some grew grace

Some grew new stitches in their place

I have the ones of yours

I feed and water them with the cat

I make them do their chores

I help them grow and make sure that

They go right next to mine

And sing in kind when overjoyed or bored

A patchwork heart is fine

Compared to a heart thats been ignored

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[6-1-5]

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[silhouettesiren17]

Gone Are The Days

gone are the days of my loss

my cost

for cutting off my nose

to spite my face the past 

with its blunted acuity

to the truth of the hurt of the hunt

the hole we held so tightly

lightly is the letting go 

your way

I’ll go mine

always in the know

of how two unstoppable forces collide

spiralling off in distances

to their sides of the divide 

no line left 

to the holes in the hearts 

of who we are no longer 

etching in circular time  

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[onlylivingforwords]

Whispered promises, in every word, a world of love, my lover said he would bring me to Como Lake.

Como's gentle ripples, kissed by the sun's warm embrace, transport our senses afar, where azure meets the emerald. As twilight paints the waters, in hues of crimson, we are watching the sun's descent.

So many shades, like the facets of our dream, free to roam, and the world fades.

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