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chuckakot · 2 years
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One day, you will understand why the river stops flowing across the borders of the sea. One day, it will come to your eyes, that the flowers no longer sway towards the sun. One day, you will notice that the stars come low and dim their lights. One day, you will perceive in your mind, that not a single word happens to occupy your heart anymore. One day, all that have been given will be returned to its maker. One day, you will remember that this is just the day, the day that love depletes its potion. One day, you will agnize within yourself, the love that you have taken for granted. One day, nothing will become absolute nor present. One day, the warmth that still holds you turned to cold. One day, all of these will make sense. One day, the heart will close its hands and never to set eyes on you again.
— Chuck Akot, Un giorno
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blacknwh1te-cray0ns · 4 years
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Honest
Here I am, body.
I am tired, I don't understand you
Can't understand how you carry the burdens of my mind with you
Day in day out
My skin feels worn out, I am trusting on you
There is something happening and I don't know why
I feel this way, why I live this way, what even is the way?
We are alone, zoned out, of this earth
Trapped and captured, attached with my insides
I wish I could turn my self inside out
turn off all the doubts
but I can't
I am just being me
that's honest
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heartofmuse · 5 years
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Morning dew waits to cast it’s radiance
With the morning sun.
Yet your eyes glisten
Despite this starlit darkness.
It is not yet light
Dawn of hope
Illusions we hold
To the stars we look for
Constellations tell stories
Behind lashes
That can’t hold back this sunrise
A twilight full of promise
As eyes slowly open so does heart
We see as never before
Sundrops in your eyes dissolve
Giving me the strength to go on.
c.S. and e.v.e.
Collaboration between @argumentsfromwithin and @heartofmuse
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mikefrawley · 12 years
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For The Voiceless
Greetings from Sunny South Florida my friends.  I'd like to take a moment to mention a wonderful project (forthevoiceless:).  For a while now, it's been a labor of love for my friend Kevin (takingstockofwhatmattersmost:).  He, along with his very talented partners, Rachael (mobbleberry:) and Antoinette (lovelifenotes:) have created a blog with the sole purpose of showcasing our new, and not yet well known writers/friends.  I don't know all the rules, but you can submit work that you would like see them feature.  If you're new to Tumblr, this is for you.   Please feel free to take advantage of it, or stop by and say hello.  I'm sure they'll be glad to hear from you.  One more thing, then I promise to get off of my soapbox.  They could use, and would appreciate your support.  If you can find it in your heart, please click the follow button.  I did.  :)
You are much loved, Mike 
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chuckakot · 2 years
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I secretly love you, I am summoned you near me, synchronized you with time, and if time happens to be an imponderable content, let your affection venture in me, let this love be a stature of formlessness, let it dwell in me a substance of belonging, your belonging to me, is a spirit of illumination, it is a light in the dark, for I am situated to you, to drown and become syncopated, to sink in your belly, for I am giving you this permission, to translate my soul into stars, for this is freedom, this is the constellation in you, to glide gently in space, and this love is justified, it has taken roots, flowering like mankind.
— Chuck Akot, Fiorire come l'umanità
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chuckakot · 3 years
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Sometimes, you have to leave people, just there, in that vacancy of space, to give yourself peace, to embrace your own version of life without them. What is yours will be yours.
— Chuck Akot
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chuckakot · 2 years
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Maybe all you need, is a hand that can hold you, a little touch of a gentle warmth, to reassure that everything is fine, and maybe that is why, I always ask for your hand, maybe for me— that is not meant to hold me, but to only want you to stay.
— Chuck Akot
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chuckakot · 2 years
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And have you not known now, how is it like to love someone, and maybe how much you can pour your heart into, and maybe to recognise this kind of appetite, may the hunger and thirst for a love you want continues to be present as you go on, and for a love that is true and honest, cordial and loyal, may you find it not difficult to feel what you deserve, may you be valued more than you asked for and not taken for granted, may your worth be justified, always, that what you have given much of your soul and blood will be much resonating, that you are not simply an identity but a human of desire, that there is a sense of willingness always, that if ever someone can love you, must show you how it feels to be loved in the world, that there is no shame, but a pure sense of dignity, which does not condescend you, but saves you even if it is against to everyone. I hope you can find that love, a love that is proud and willing to take its turn, its sympathy, in the open face of the sun.
— Chuck Akot
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chuckakot · 2 years
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Maybe this is all what makes you unique and understood, and may you heal in a way that you are learning and growing, and maybe this kind of forgiveness is a sense of freedom, and there is no throatiness to it anymore, and maybe everything happens for a reason, and maybe that is fate, or maybe it is your detailed and linear choices, but no matter what, you do the things that are right for you, you do it because it matters, because you matter, and this is the exciting part of living, to thrive again and again, to call it even.
— Chuck Akot
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chuckakot · 2 years
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You know, the answers do not come in between the spaces of your fingers, or what keeps you from being vulnerable, keeping yourself unwanted but wanted, you know the feeling when you are just by your own, it is always peaceful, knowing there are no intrusions, and just by a single pat on your shoulder, there, kindness is redeemed, a heartbreak that kisses the shore comes a sullen grasp of longing, perhaps the sunset has its way of making us believe that a heart like a flower, like a fist, can close and shatter, perhaps, the force of your love demands a gentle breath of taking things slowly, maybe when you close your eyes, you will find your way through, maybe it is in some way that the dark seems so beautiful in retrospect.
— Chuck Akot, In retrospettiva
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chuckakot · 3 years
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I hope one day, you will find a home in someone's heart that not only chooses you, but may even give their time just to be with you, make an effort just to make you happy, defy the weather, even deprive their sleep or try something different just to show you how important you are in their life, because nothing or no one in this world has ever felt greater happiness, than to be with someone who appreciates you for being you. So, do it then. Do it now. That is your healthiest choice.
— Chuck Akot
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chuckakot · 2 years
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In your eyes, you let me see who I am. You let me glimpse at my own self, and perhaps you have become my own, more than it is ever be, more than what I can ponder over myself.
— Chuck Akot
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chuckakot · 2 years
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Oh heart, if this is spring, let the flowers bloom, let the colors engross a fair temperament, that there is healing, and even in the pallid shore, let the sea remain as blue or turquoise, as the fateful wave curling against the wind, and how unfathomable, that the continents are loose, and in you lay a humble archipelago, and yet, how certain that life must go or bend on someone’s knees, is there mercy more than what is excusable or nonetheless a sense of completeness?
— Chuck Akot
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chuckakot · 2 years
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One day, I will stop writing about you, it is not that I do not love you, it is just that my heart is dead, it is dead. Cannot you feel its pulse?
— Chuck Akot
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chuckakot · 2 years
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And so that one day, you will know. It will come to you, in the least of your expectations, yet, so far, it has come and it will unfold for the first time. Even to the point of fainting. I will be there too. Leaning my head on your shoulder. And the stars, the stars, are above us.
— Chuck Akot
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chuckakot · 3 years
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And this simple act begins again— loving you, loving the other part of me that is you.
— Chuck Akot
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