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voicesandthoughts · 1 year

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I want simple things

Like folding laundry with you

Anything would do

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orangestripesblog · 5 months

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enby-panick · 5 months

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perhaps if i loved you a little less, i would be able to let myself be loved a little more

— i know that doesn’t make sense, at least to you, i know it won’t.

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wolkenleere · 1 year

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Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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inkwelloftheheart · 15 days

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I want to fall asleep in your arms every night, and wake up to the sight of your charming face. I want you to hold me close all night long, and never let go.

-Flynn Caulfield

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moments-everyday · 8 months

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and if i said it out loud (i am hungry. but what i am craving is you.), would you have smiled (oh, i understand!), would you have looked at my lips (i never thought you'd say it.), would you have leaned in (see? i have been famished as well.), if i had agreed (if i can't have you, i think i will starve.), if i had opened my mouth (my stomach has been growling all this time.), would we have finally kissed (we yearn to swallow each other piece for piece.)

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27paperlilies · 9 months

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Does anyone else talk to trees.

There's a Willow tree a street away from where I live. It's stands lonely and big, surrounded by high-rise living quarters. I find myself muttering worries to them, that I had buried deep to my core, whether they can hear me? I'm not sure.

But I still feel a sense of companionship with this barked covered figure. At the truck I stand, with branches blanketing and blocking me for unforgiving hands. Perhaps they understand.

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sunkissed-summerdaze · 4 days

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Hey,

Our souls keep missing each other. Soon, they'll meet up and synchronize.

-E.S. Tues, April. 23rd / 2024 5:36a.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

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putah-creek · 6 months

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If your plate is empty, bring it to me, and I will fill it. Should you be cold, I will light the fire. When the day is hard and heavy, return to me here. I will carry the burden for as long as we both shall breathe. In this life I will take your part, you do not walk alone.

jlj

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 28 days

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Echoes

I think about it all the time the unresponsive fights and all the make believes I had to endure, dissociated from the storm I don't know you anymore. Perhaps in another life when life was much more simpler unimaginative, black and blue undercovered from all that was due, strayed from what was knew it became a life that dewed. There was no other time a tomb filled with all those lies and the grace of a grave that hole was made out of pain, truth and lies. They became my rain leaving out all those harsh thorns its pierced my heart, bleeding the lost cause dry. My faith died that day pushed me away, now, I have to do it all again.

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getcareless · 21 days

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Triolet Poem #51

Building a place where I won't weep. Me and my hands endure the pain. Somewhere I can call safe to sleep. Building a place where I won't weep. - A place that people die to keep- castles of sand in pouring rain. Building a place where I won't weep. Me and my hands endure the pain.

"Endure The Pain", JEP

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orangestripesblog · 5 months

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I wanted to grow old with you.

I’m glad I didn’t, but I really wanted to.

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enby-panick · 9 days

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so this is love— a bruise so tenderly inflicted that it never fades away

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wolkenleere · 10 months

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It's in the quiet I miss you most, when my mind has the chance to wander and my heart has a moment to remember.

Lola Lawrence

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inkwelloftheheart · 3 months

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Words aren’t always necessary. Sometimes, emotions, feelings, and intentions can resonate far more intensely through quiet gestures, a knowing glance, or even the shared space of comfortable silence.

- Flynn Caulfield

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kaleb-is-definitely-sane · 4 months

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It’s wild to me that people will write sentences, do a little line break, and call it poetry. Like first of all that’s a poem (yes, technically that is a poem) but it’s not poetry! Meanwhile, I pour out the entirety of my soul into my work, labor over every individual word choice, never post a poem until i’m at least 80% sure that it’s at least adequate… and yet i still have this creeping dread that I’ll never be good enough to be loved nor admired.

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