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lipikkawrites · 2 days
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Nobody is your friend until they defend your name in your absence.
-@lipikkawrites
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just-4-thought · 3 months
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We danced under the kitchen moonlight
Sparkling cider in our engraved flutes
She twirled and laughed
And threw her arms in the air
While we counted down
Clean, fresh hope in our lungs
Damn it's a good life
And with little hearts growing
Bigger
Bigger still
Every breath
Every hug
Every kiss
A promise
It's only going to get better
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heartweary-writing · 5 months
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And I don’t know how to do it-
I either give too much
Or not enough.
I’m either a flowing River
Or a rigid wall.
My heart can’t match its beat
To another, and it refuses to belong
To anything
but me.
It hurts…it hurts but
Even alone,
I am complete.
Like a mountain, I stand…
The clouds hiding its peak.
J. K. L
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bottledandspilt · 4 months
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Farewell
Untie your hands, love, use your feet
Let go of my waist, dance to your own beat
It will be clear, if only you'd wipe away your tears
For your happiness, I'd go and face my fears
The wind in my sails, we're at your stop
Promise me I'll at least be in your map.
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env0writes · 4 days
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Idle Steps 3.21.24 “Sunday Was For Feasting"
White bone wood balm Paler than the droughted palms Dreaded, unfed’ed Weary weak appraisal Arrival on most high Elated, delayed and held up Caravans halt No passage, no river crossing No life crossing, no passover White bone-wood palm Sun bleached, white washed Bulldozed over on sleepless nights What driftwood will wash ashore? From undrinkable water To unlivable land Is this the promise? As written, as planned?
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warpnweft · 3 months
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metroponics
most people are metroponically grown rootless, the root of our exploitation of self, of earth, of spirit.
befriend soil and then tell me the ways you will commit injustice.
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lebuc · 9 months
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gracefully, if at all
* lightning bugs* grace our front porch post-dusk gathering around its light;
greater-elder respecting it seems, as game truly does recognize game,
...best done gracefully, if at all.
summer’s solstice sends certain sights & sounds our way, enthralling us
if only it could be year round...
by so doing, we could enjoy the display until midnight from the dawn
knowing we've not yet lost our way
lured by the blue illusions' glow       too often held in our palm. * 7/23 - lebuc - gracefully, if at all *some say fireflies...not i.
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memoirofme · 11 months
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Imagine just how it will feel— years from now,
when once upon many times you thought you’d never make it to where you are today.
It will be lovely, and weightless; so different than all the days before that you spent fighting;
And now, finally.. you’ll feel as strong as you’ve always been,
Darling, you just didn’t know it yet.
S.a
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fantodsdhrit · 1 year
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copper daylight fades— you say: the soul seems to bite itself— wet with—tramline longing, a little monstrous—but bearable; and recall all the people-shapes—
who mounted you—
in slanting control, hefty and sisyphean
and i was just throat then—
when you come again, again— we look for something that's not there, your hands—trace trains with ease,
ease known only to shamans who brought kings down—through carbon prophecies— they are jinns now—hidden in functionless art frames or
satiny mire staggering towards
sleeping clouds
or mesmerizing machines that lack
lyrical or conversant, quiet or stormy "being," we can confess— to satiating chaos merging into hours dilatory,
your spread of awnings in
that precarious spikenard embrace—
cleaves the moist sky
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euesworld · 1 year
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"Every day I love you, oh how I love to.. I love telling you things to make you happy, I really love it when you laugh for me. I love it when you approve of the things that I do, I love it when you make me swoon and yearn.. oh how I softly burn to the ground in my shoes, would you like to take a turn? Any time you want, any place.. I would grab you by the waist and kiss your face."
I have no choice.. I gave you my heart willingly and now it swells like the sea - eUë
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treeriver · 10 months
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Searching Into Your Everything
I.
Searching into your eyes, Glaring into the deepest infinity, The root of the meaning, The gleaming of expanse, Your unbounded everything Is overwhelmingly powerful. And I see the ripples of the light. The person you are And the one you could be Both grow from the shell of the holiest seed Planted inside your mind like a tree. Your life and love, A mystery. Emitting a misty halo of truth, Just barely, yet infinitely, outside my grasp. Are you actually calling me in? As if you have always known me, But have only just now shown me the door? What are we waiting for? Am I worthy to enter? And if I am then what do I ask? How do I arrive at last to the center? To sink into what lies beneath That sheltering, shifting, and shimmering sheet That your whole life is projected onto, Streaming through dreams On a canvas of closeness. Your mind will be the projector, And I will be the protector. Righteous, riddled, and raw, All I have are questions.
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lipikkawrites · 2 months
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Sometimes courage means holding on. Sometimes courage means letting go.
-@lipikkawrites
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just-4-thought · 5 months
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Settle
Settle in
Lay down your bags
Remove your shoes
Release the weight
In your arms
In your legs
Slow your breathing
Pause.
No more running
Or planning what's next
The sun is reaching through the branches
It's a soft, warm glow this morning
The coffee still steams a little
And each breath is fresh and full
Your muscles
Your joints
Are begging you let them fall
Just be
Curl up in the blankets
And stay
Stay
For a little while
In this place
With me
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heartweary-writing · 8 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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bottledandspilt · 5 months
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I knew I loved you then, but I didn't tell
You've only fallen and I wasn't well
Cold, cold days with arms wrapped mine
Flowers were wilting, and you're looking for a sign
I want to be better, you want me to be yours
I keep screaming, screaming 'till my voice is hoarse
But you didn't know, didn't know 'cause you were deaf and blinded
I was paralyzed, trying to be found, you're lost, we're both stranded
I was rage, you were kindness, we made a home out of lies
Second chances, third ones, a promise that flies
A pair of wings growing while one withers away
I will never deserve you, I didn't ask for you to stay.
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env0writes · 11 days
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Idle Steps 3.15.24 “Isn't It Grand?”
Expectations fall short of count To what amount(s) Little less for much more Spring-leaf hopes Looking for green Mean-eyed frantic Trans-oceanic Waiting for the pot to boil The silt to turn to soil Water turn to oil And everything To add up
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