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dg-fragments · 2 days ago
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A night of full moon illustrated tranquility,
with the sea, there was a certain serendipity,
perhaps a mediocre calm before the storm,
or an apparently chaotic mind left forlorn,
and yet the seemingly quiet waves were hissing,
that there was indeed something missing,
but amid the uncertainties lying within our way,
the moon was still beautiful, wouldn't you say?
- DG
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rhymingtherapy · 3 days ago
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Mountains accumulate
character over time.
Rigid of stature
yet with malleable frames,
in spite of being
& because they are
chiselled by the elements,
they fail to comply
with a predetermined form.
Still they remain
stoically fixed in place
while clouds scurry past
in wisps of white,
billow voluminously or
hang menacingly around
swathed in grey shrouds,
until their contents
come crashing,
pattering or drizzling
in a spiral of fickle
seasonal cycles
down to the ground.
RhymingTherapy—July 2021 (poem inspired my photo of Mt Lindesay Australia)
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ellisnightingale · 5 days ago
“I want the rain to fall again, the clouds to tear apart. I want a storm to kill the sun and stamp the birdsong out. I have no use for honeyed days when the air is thick and still. I want for all the days I’ll spend embraced in autumn’s chill.”
— Ellis Nightingale
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scatteredthoughts2 · 7 days ago
Ghost Lady.
I saw you on the stairs last night,
Translucent in the pale moon light,
You looked so lost and so alone,
As you wandered round your stately home.
Everywhere the moonlight fell,
Was painted in a ghostly spell,
Your silver gown, your golden hair,
All seemed so real, but you were not there.
I felt no fear, no none at all,
When you left the stairs and walked down the hall,
To the room where you would meet your death,
And it filled my heart with deep regret.
But there was nothing I could do;
The past was waiting there for you,
And every night when the moon is high,
You must go into that room and die.
©Ambrose Harte
©Scattered Thoughts
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dg-fragments · 8 days ago
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And if you find me absentmindedly lost,
somewhere in the crowd or far away,
don't question, or fret over it,
for in actually trying to find myself,
I realized I was only losing myself instead,
away from here, over the horizon,
within the many colors of the sunset.
- DG
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creatingnikki · a month ago
Yeah it's perfectly okay to cut people off if they drain your energy but remember that people are not plants. And you are not gardening. Okay, bad analogy but here me out. People are people. Not trash that you take them out because it's stinking and you're sick of it. Sure, there are very trashy people. But ask yourself this: Am I cutting this person out of my life because they suck or because they did this thing to piss me off and I don't have the energy or courage to confront them about it? I say this time and again. This doesn't apply for abusive people. Ghost them. Run for your life and sanity. But with everyone else? That person who's been your friend for 10 years or that boy you went out with for 2 dates, respect them a little more. Have a conversation. Say a goodbye. Don't just label every person who doesn't agree with everything you say and do and doesn't vibe with you all the time as "toxic" and write them off. It's very difficult to understand each other and we're often never on the same page as others. If we don't try, if we don't even encourage a discussion, how are we going to survive as a society? How are we going to remain emotionally intelligent animals? Do we really want to back track evolution? Can we really not just give a person a chance? Or are we so woke that we are going to post about boundaries and mental well being and compassion on our Instagram stories every week but forget that, rather willfully ignore that, people are not to be discarded at the first sign of something unpleasant or inconvenient.
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ellisnightingale · 8 months ago
“Novembers are for softest sleep when skies are dark and grey. They do not mind the time you keep when night looks much like day. They do not mind the rain that falls so warmly down your cheek. ‘Rest easy now’ is what they’d say if months knew how to speak.”
— Ellis Nightingale
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death-born-aphrodite · 6 months ago
When you’re 21, you’re not the same person you were when you were 14, or 16, or even 18. You still have evenings where you fall apart but you’ve learnt to put yourself back together numerous times, even if all the pieces still don’t fit. You still have one too many cups of coffee throughout the day, but coffee is better than alcohol and you rather have your hands shake then vomit up all your anxieties. You still hate winters, but you have a newfound appreciation for the harsh winds because at least they remind you that you’re alive. You still long for the summers when you were a kid because back then it was okay if things didn’t make sense and the only thing you worried about was if there was a monster under your bed. You still get sad but it’s more of a melancholy afternoon rather than a hurricane. You feel like somethings missing, but you just can’t quite put your finger on it. You still see the world through blue colored glasses instead of rose but sometimes you’ll lay in bed after a long day and see your cat curled up next to you sleeping peacefully and you’ll realize; maybe you’re not fine, maybe you haven’t been fine for a while now, but you know you’ll be okay.
-maybe therapy really did teach me something
Via (death-born-aphrodite)
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chuckakot · a year ago
The smell of rain, the blooming of June flowers– never have I been aware of this, to enter the shadow of your laughter, to collapse in those eyes, but what I have enjoyed the most, is the silence of the night– thick silence, just you and I, exceeding in the quiet solitude,
Chuck Akot, from Waterline and Other Poems, Fiori di giugno
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creatingnikki · 4 months ago
Things I want to tell women as a woman
I struggled for a long time to consider myself as a woman and not a girl because we just call each other girls despite our age. As if being a woman is old and sad? But boys can't wait to become men. Or you have to shoulder great responsibility like marriage and children to qualify? I don't know what it is that signifies that transition from girl to woman but I think it's important to see that as a beautiful and powerful and desirable change.
You don't become cool if you say you're not a feminist because you like boys. Educate yourself, please. A good starting place is the two Ted talks by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. And also her book 'A feminist manifesto in fifteen suggestions.' It was originally an email she wrote to her friend who had just given birth to a girl and asked Chimamanda how she should raise her as a feminist in this world.
You don't need to be sweet and selfless and pretty and kind and nurturing at all times. I mean at the base of it yes because all humans being should be. But like society and media has always made us think that that is the desirable girl. Lol desirable woman. The good woman. Watch Yi Seo in Itaewon Class. Ko Moon Young in It's Okay To Not Be Okay. Byun Hye Young in My Father's Strange. Learn from them. How to stand your ground. How to not let society place you in a helpless position. How to fight back. How to be rude and fierce when it is to protect yourself or those you care about and not feel one bit guilty.
Money is the way people control you. Have your own money. Save it. Figure out investing at some stage. Don't rely on your parents, partner, brother, whoever to do that for you. You don't need to be good at math or business. It's not about that at all. It's about knowing your value, making sure you're reaping the benefits at work and ensuring that you aren't just spending all your money on stupid shit and making unnecessary decisions. You will learn only by making mistakes. God knows I still am. But money will always mean power. And as a woman you need a lot of that in this world.
Surround yourself with women who have found a way to be who they are. How will you know who they are? They just have that aura. You can't miss it. No, they don't always wear a power suit and hustle. And no, they don't write self help books. They are women in your life. They do whatever they do because it's their decision and thats why they always look so content and joyous. I get that sometimes you don't have that choice. Like irl I really am not able to meet such women. So then I turn to writers and my mom and her friends and the vice president at my company and artists. I don't have to be BFFs with any of them. I just have to observe them and take in the good and learn. Reach out when I need to. And stumble and stumble and stumble.
Don't ever give up your life for a man. That's literally the worst thing you can do as a woman. That's a quote from the kdrama The Package that I can never get out of my head.
Emotional stability is critical. People will play you and they will be shameless and they will do it all again. You cannot seek validation or your worth from their actions and words. You cannot rely on them. It would be nice to but you can't. Even if you lose everything else, don't lose your emotional stability and the belief in yourself.
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a-quietsoul · 4 months ago
i am a hoarder of memories. i keep the ghosts of how people used to be and let them wander down the halls for me to see. dust collects the little notes you wrote, traces of laughter rang the empty corridors. what else have you given me? i keep them all safe,  next to the pictures pressed with dead flowers. i’ll leave the side of your bed messy, untouched as if you’re still with me. i can never let go, so i hold on, even if it leaves me empty and hollow. there's a whole museum of ancient archives, reminder of what i missed in all these lives.
Hoarder of Memories, Keeper of Ghosts // @a-quietsoul
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i-wrotethisforme · 10 months ago
I woke up to an “I miss you” text sent at 2:42
And I didn’t need to look up the number to know it was from you
But I know you haven’t seen the pictures I’ve posted since you blocked my page
And I haven’t run into any of your friends since late May
So what is it this time that made you miss me?
Was it my makeup remover under your sink
Or was it a stronger than usual drink
I always knew you’d realize once the appeal of being single faded
And you ran out of temporary distractions to play with
That something was missing from the life of your dreams
I just didn’t know what it’d take for you to realize it was me
So was it the ice cream I left in your freezer
My tee shirt I didn’t want to leave there
Or that one too many glass of tequila
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ellisnightingale · 8 months ago
“Life is short but you have time. All that you’ll ever need is buried there beneath your ribs just like an apple seed. Things grow, you’ll grow, and time will watch, and love you all the more. You were not made to dread the clock, you are what clocks are for.”
— Ellis Nightingale
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chuckakot · a year ago
“Once you read my words, you are entering my life, you are entering the mouth of wild roses,”
— Chuck Akot, from Waterline and Other Poems, Rose selvatiche
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i-wrotethisforme · a year ago
I hope next time you find out the truth about him sooner. I hope next time you don’t ignore all the red flags. I hope you aren’t as invested in the next guy who breaks your heart. Really, I hope there isn’t a next guy who breaks your heart. But if there is, I hope it’s easier. I hope he hasn’t met your family and I hope you didn’t already make spring break plans and I hope he doesn’t have his own set of keys. I wish it was possible for you to never let anyone in with so much potential to hurt you but the ones with the most potential to hurt you are also the ones with the most potential to be great. So you can’t avoid getting hurt like that, you just have to learn how to handle it.
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poetbitesback · a year ago
I’ve become a dusty shoebox shoved far under the bed, full of old love. One day someone will pull a piece of me out to try to figure out where my heart went wrong and all they’ll find is water damaged love letters.
Excerpt from the love poem I didn’t write // Olivia Larson
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