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bluestthingsonearth · 22 days

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for @nosebleedclub's april prompts. 1. as good as you'll get

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theluciddragonfly · 22 days

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Born to be a lover but I’m a master at detachment.

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heartweary-writing · 9 months

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Maybe I should have gone to you

In January, when the cold

Rang in the earth’s bones-

Shaking,

Shaking

Shaking you unsteady

Your heart heavy

Your mind ready

To unravel.

Yes, maybe I should have gone to you-

Even if you would have gone away,

Anyway.

J. K. L

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4sss · 11 months

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My heart strings may be a little out of tune. So long it's been since they've been used. Still I want play a song for you. A melody for my muse.

J.c.A

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abrighterspark · 9 months

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ever loud, ever lively

the river flows below

bubbling with the brook sprites

laughing, light and low

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thesilentgazer · 2 years

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Anger is powerful. That is why you ask it to hide. Anger is grief's sister. She is mad, absolutely livid, that you try to hurt her. Anger is the father of sadness. He cannot believe that something like this could happen to his son. Anger is the neighbour of consequences, you cannot avoid it for long. Anger is your mother when she has had enough of the world. Anger is your blood and bones, and how long will you hide it away, when it has made a home there.

-gazergirl

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signed-thosemeaningfulwords · 1 year

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Such a beautiful lily flower I see blowing in the wind. She thinks she blends in with the mix but little does she know he thinks she stands out quite a bit.

Oh, she’s definitely the one he’ll pick.

Little lily flower, you may think you’ve been picked and discarded by the previous which leads you to feel as if you’re wilted and unwatered, but my beautiful lily you must be repotted because to me you’ll never be forgotten.

Oh, my sweet lily you will only forever blossom.

I will tend to my garden you’re in as if it is the garden of Eden. You’re sacred with such an intoxicating fragrance.

Wherever I go, I’m followed by the comforting silhouette of your remnants.

My lovely lily, you are life itself;

Fragile yet so beautiful.

You’ve taught me the importance of life, we may be poked by others thorns but that will never remove the vibrancy of our petals.

Little lily of mine, I pick you.

Whatever color you are or may become, I take you as you come.

So, Let me see you blossom.

Signed,

ThoseMeaningfulWords.

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theretrospecimen · 1 year

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(...) (...) (...)

I want to get back.

enough of this misery

lets get back!

but alas, the pain.

the change.

the fear.

is it worth it?

it is - well, it is.

but is it?

well (...) (...) (...)

that you have to say.

__ the retro specimen (Nov 1, 2022)

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soulreserve · 8 months

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Winter-Long

Winter's cold is curled like a lick beneath underneath the beating heart. Like a hand of a stranger on my shoulder.

Your name is the white breath I realease from trembling lips. It escapes from me and into the dense air that carries cold with a purpose.

Loss is a constant companion, it doesn't fade with time. I watch it shiver outside under the burden of heavy snow.

What does it know of warmth? I let it slip inside, and sit by the fire. but little by little it takes over. It creeps below,

leaves my body damp and aching, swamped by run-away thoughts of you. And cold settles like a tickle in the lungs.

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bluestthingsonearth · 2 months

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i had a friend. i called her boxcar.

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theluciddragonfly · 2 years

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Have you ever tried to resurrect a minuscule part of your soul?

Only to discover the comfort you seek from within lies in a memory born of soul-wrenching tragedy so depressing it defies the seven stages of grief.

Now you're scouring all four corners of your heart in search of a new toxic trait to help soothe the pain into a quiet melancholy.

A thought crosses your mind, and you're left wondering if you can raise darkness from the ashes.

Then you remember, sometimes it's better to let a piece of yourself descend into damnation. If you didn't let go of a part of your misery, you'd fall straight into the endless flames of eternal madness.

Your fatal coup de grace.

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heartweary-writing · 11 months

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Love, for me,

Has always ended

In shame.

Love, for me,

Has always blended

With pain.

J. K. L

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4sss · 8 months

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I can hear your voice in the silence. Softly your words come through. My soul's radio wave carries your whisper as I make my way to you.

J.c.A

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abrighterspark · 1 year

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you like the colour gold and i like a shade of lime

(i’m told the air is sweeter if you taste it after nine)

i like sunny afternoons, you like early mornings

(but after dark, it’s all a blur and we won’t notice time)

if i like sour, you like sweet

(let’s share a bottle of wine?)

i’m not sure – is this a sign?

(look at the stars, my love, look at how they shine)

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sike-n · 2 months

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A man walks into a bar

And asks the bartender for a drink

Put it in a glass or a human body either way they are one and the same

The man stands before the glass stands on the counter

His hands holds the glass holds his drink

Then the exchange

Mouth open the glass lets go of all that it is

Mouth open the man seeks to forget all that he is

Lets go of the glass

The glass tumbles

He stumbles

The glass falls

The man is down

Glass splinters glitter on the ground

Stars hidden by the man on the moon

Who has fallen off his throne

Not quite responds the bartender

As he sweeps what remains of the glass into a dust pan

And he commands the man to stand back up

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thesilentgazer · 1 year

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1. I am not my sun.

2. I have not sang to myself in weeks.

3. I worry about my relationships.

4. I worry that I have tricked people.

5. I worry that life is going by too fast.

6. I forgot to water my plant.

7. I stop calling people.

8. I stop picking up calls.

9. I decide that life needs courage and I am a coward.

10. I realise that being human means I have to get myself up and go through the day.

11. I worry about my rewards but forget my hard work.

12. I don't believe in myself anymore.

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