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dear-rose-days · 2 years

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Spark

My darling, I’m writing again. It’s been some time since I glanced at the mirror - there’s that bee I hear, buzzing and tapping at the glass. My heart is thrashing a bit, like a humming bird caught in a web and the stars are scattering from my sky and the sun hasn’t risen yet. My cup is steaming by the window and it’s dark and my eyes are open but I can’t find my stars or my moon or see the gentle wings brush my cheeks. And I’m walking again through my garden but I haven’t found my self yet - I can hear my footsteps just vanishing beyond the point of the turn, my fingers grazing lightly against the walls to the cold panes of the windows in my eyes and I’m just missing the wings of faith, falling through the sky, to the earth to the soil of my garden where I wait for the roots of my soul to spread and my blood to water my hopes to grow up to heavens where my dreams unfurl and I’m painting the sky with my prayers and I’ll open the door and you’ll be there and I’ll be waiting, growing, breathing…sparking until I am a star again.

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anotheremotionalmind · 4 years

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I love how toxic we are together.

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mystique-moonflower · 4 years

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Just a little kept us going

We were never meant to be this happy,

But in the midst of angst and chaos and cruelty,

We built our paradise.

Watered our flowers daily we did

With the creak of dawn we took it all in,

Our paradise had loose ends too,

But didn't we try and make it alright.

"I'd fix you", you promised me.

And so you did.

You plucked out every bit of thorn,

And made me a bed of roses.

Red roses, they sometimes concealed my red blood as well.

My love, you poor poor thing,

You helped me build a paradise

Better than our neighbors'

Happier than the ghosts of my past.

What went wrong, if you'd ask.

I'd say you made our bed a little too small for the both of us.

The roses smelt heavenly,

But they were just enough for one of us.

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faceking16 · 4 years

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The moon was beautiful tonight,I wonder if you felt the same.Although miles apart,What a beautiful feeling it is to know we are under the same sky!

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stormykatie · 5 years

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Where do midnight tears go?

After they cleanse the heart

Where do they run to?

Do they flow with the river

Or against the current

Of a raging sea

Fight their own sorrow

Bury themselves in the burrow

Clawed in the ocean floor

Where do they run to?

After taking all the bitterness

Where do they hide

Do they run to reveal

What lips screamed

In the depth of despair

A moment of helplessness

Lungs gasping for air

After they fall

Where do they go?

Somewhere dark

A forest of snow

Where do they rest

After calming hysteria

Do they linger beneath the pillows

And wait for tomorrow

As I wait for you

After your footsteps are gone

Their echo disappeared

Into the long corridor of time

I sit by my bed

Watching the candlestick

Consume itself with its fire

The chilled wind of dawn

Comes to greet me

I shiver against its gust

And remember your touch

And how warm it has felt

Against my skin

Too warm that it hid

The truth that you are leaving

So I wept like a child

Gone insane for a while

For a little while

Then my own tears

Flodded my world

Drowned me

But in the end, taught me

How to swim to the surface

And now my eyes are dry

Where do the tears go?

After cleansing me

For another sullen midnight

Where do they hide?

Do they roll on my pillow

Linger longer than I do?

Or are they somewhere tracing

The steps back to you?

-Tracing the steps back to you,

Katie, 13:00

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learningto-write · 5 years

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I want to chase stories with you to tell when I'm old. I want to give you enough comfort to be yourself, and take you on adventures we'll never forget.

I've never been good with words, but despite being so different, we've clicked in so many ways. I might be the obnoxious, loud, centre of the party, but inside my anxious soul and wide eyes are staring at you, in the corner sitting by the fire. We're both dreaming of the stars, I think.

You bring out the good in me, or at least I think so. I can tell you'll challenge me, and help me grow. I'll doubt myself, and question if I'm doing anything right, but being with you feels like it should be. I never thought I'd believe in love if I'm honest. Sounds silly but it's true. Yet as I feel my heart doing a "!" When I see you, catch myself holding open the door, feeling my shoulders relax when I see you, or when I open up to you in ways I never thought I would, I know I'm a total goner.

I feel like when I look at you, it makes me feel like when the band first comes on stage at a concert. I always try to play it cool though, with varying degrees of success. But, I've started to see galaxies in your eyes.

And I love galaxies.

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imperial-filth · 5 years

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Filth#262

@poetselixir 10k Celebration

“Midnight Blues”

I don’t really care to cry about it, but I don’t have the skills to turn what I feel into art, let alone music. Midnight Blues, a cracking of fingers and slow sips of brown liquor. Midnight Blues, a wholehearted hangover in the making. Midnight Blues, a prayer for a broken heart from a broken man. Is this art yet?

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sarah-irura · 5 years

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Midnight Blues.

Normalcy dictates a self contended mindset,

one able to easily slip into slumber,

for targets met , records broken,

warranted joy and happiness,

coupled with a fatigued you,

However , it's never that's easy,

sometimes , all a mind can fathom,

are phantoms ,

clouding every form of rational thought,

leaving behind a soul detached from reality,

haunted at every step by skeletons of past,

reinventing themselves in every which way,

devouring her sanity little by little.

Sarah.Irura

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scatteredthoughts2 · 5 years

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Rewinding Time.

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Bitter sweet are the tears I cry,

For the years that just went speeding by,

So caught up in the here and now,

I let the time elapse somehow.

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How I wish that I could go back,

Like Marty on his old train track,

To see again my mum and dad,

To appreciate the things I had.

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If only I could have one day,

I would say the words I meant to say,

I would sit in silence for a while,

Content to be in their warm smile.

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But times once gone can n'er return,

We cannot rewind the earth or sun,

But in our minds we can replay,

And travel back to yesterday.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts 2

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thedreadgorgon · 5 years

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The Queen of Spring -

Crown me with flowers, the queen of

redemption, the queen of new days

dawning. I grip hope like a lifeline curling

in and out of time, an eternal anchor

to that which I love, which I love alone.

Queen of the underworld, of cold

and of gray. I live to serve another way.

Through the shadows of doubt I become

unborn, unbent, and unbroken - rising like

Venus from the seas. Birthed from a shell

crafted from wonder and light. Reminiscent

of the moon versus the sun

we coil around each other in the midst

of endless days and nights, freefalling

and born again in the image of our creator.

Say my name and I'll be called to you

summoned past cosmic boarders to stand at

your side through the end of days. The queen of

redemption, the queen of spite rendered

sacred, of springs new found and past -

(crown me with flowers and hold me fast).

-K.U.

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Written for @poetselixir prompt "Crown me with flowers"

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darkforestroads · 5 years

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Our Coronation

We do not have jewels,

Sparkling in the sun, catching on our wrists

No golden chains, crowns, chokers–

We barely have the ground and flowers beneath our feet.

But after all, we have the sunlight;

With the earth firm beneath us (warm under the sun)

We can callus our fingers slowly

Weaving some rough cloth to fly above us

In lieu of some brighter signage.

And we climb a hillside, sweating

To reach the top for a coronation.

The sharp sweet scent of lavender blows over us;

We unfurl our woven pennant, watch it sway and catch in the breeze.

Now you can crown me in marigold,

As I will crown you in violets–

We may have lost our jewels and our gold,

But a flying, twisting pennant and warm windy day

Is enough of a scene for our crowning

Under the sun.

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–written for the two prompts from @poetselixir, "crown me with flowers" and "let's make daylight our friend".

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dear-rose-days · 2 years

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Angel Wings

That’s my prompt, heartbeat - the sigh of a hope in my ear, small “Thank you”s from my lips have dried up and now I’m searching through the winding stairways of my soul for that last brush of warmth and up through the skies and the heavens and all the sweet comets scattering across my eyes and I can just see myself fading just just through a haze. The gentle steps of a doe across my brow, the words are coming from a small book I’ve left on the shelf of my heart, and it’s the last one - a real page-turner. Am I coming back? Am I moving on and do I sound the same? I wouldn’t know, darling. What I do know for a fact is that I’ll be flying, very soon. My wings will come back and I’ll be sleeping in your dreams, swimming in your prayers and diving through the stars, just to get back to you. It’s cold and winter is settling like a white mantle on my spirit but that last page is a burner and from that candlelight I’ll spread my wings out and reach for your dear sweet heart again. And this time, darling, I’ll be right here teaching you how to dance again.

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anotheremotionalmind · 4 years

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Your touch will always be with me.

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callme-hafsa · 5 years

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Lost hope

There are no stars

In my sky or palms

If I look into my heart

There's no edge to start

No future, no hope

But dark road to drone

A mystery, a maze

Directions to self-loath

I don't fit within me

I fit were there's no home

In a place broken truth rates me

Masks and vicious circle of foes

A place with emptier hearts

A place full of lone shadows

A place of insincere crowd

A place of sweet faces, sour souls.

I have been shut seeing souls

Who have suferred sewing sores

Wounds cry for hurting hearts,

For causing scornful memories and sorrow

I have reached the end

Knowing future holds no hope

Knowing there's no one cope

To the catastrophe humans have sown

I am at the end of watching this show

Where love does not bow

And people take it as a change

But I know it's their lost hope.

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faceking16 · 4 years

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All of it that you are enduring today.I hope you realize it'll soon be worth it:Every bit of it.

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imperialhaiku · 5 years

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5/16/19

daylight's friendly hands / graced our head with a lovely / crown of spring flowers

haiku 136/365

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