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takingstockofwhatmattersmost · 2 days

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when did you start to abandon your strength...your might

when did you let him seize your essence, your grace leaving wounds that scar

when did fear grip you tight underneath a pendulum’s sway robbing your inner love

when did you forget every piece every part of your true whole self?

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n-ehpamoi · 2 days

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I might hang myself right side down and drip dry my self from swinging hooks, so that you might have room to make a home beneath my skin.

I want your hands against these bones which ache, too much, for your touch, and for your heart to beat in unison alongside the endless murmurs of mine.

I wouldn’t mind having you under this skin, so would it be too much to ask, to have you make your way in?

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getcareless · 2 days

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Triolet Poem #62

Some will still bite the hand that feeds, yet they will still beg you for more. More flames are all a fire needs. Some will still bite the hand that feeds. Follow the light, see where it leads, we don't need reasons to lie for. Some will still bite the hand that feeds, yet they will still beg you for more.

"The Hand That Feeds", JEP

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ginadope · 7 hours

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point a

My stomach is full Full of things to say, still Tongues are useless Not worth the burn

A dance for two, fire and fire Its sweet allure Leaves a bitter taste Crushing my fingers, one by one Bound by dread Why build a sandcastle Why use bones

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dementia7 · 3 days

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heartofmuse · 5 months

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Love is many things but it is also an agreement where both parties state their needs, their expectations, their limits. Both must be honest with each other and themselves, and go in with eyes wide open. Things must be talked out loud, and not assumed. Hurts must not be allowed to fester and anything that bothers or upsets you must be brought out to the light even if it is difficult. Communication must always remain open and vibrant for change is inevitable and these conversations must be had constantly. If there comes a time you cannot come to an understanding then please part before bitterness and hurt take over and obliterate every good memory from both of your hearts. Love is an agreement, a pact, a promise, something that must be held in reverence and honored by those involved.

e.v.e.

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dg-fragments · 9 months

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I write to you, of you, not because our souls are intertwined, neither because you're mine or I'm yours, but because I do not know of any other audience, for these thoughts, in the form of mere words, for this fragmented existence, which reveals through the cracks of past experiences, to lose itself in the captivating beauty, that is yourself.

- DG

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prasannawrites · 7 months

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before i sleep.

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quaintobsessions · 4 months

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The Shape of Things to Come

I swear I’m not staring at her name. It’s only the cast of each letter, the grace, re-entry for my memories carved in clay, all else erased.

That night instead of chasing stray Northern Lights above stone walls of an old water tower, instead of heading back along dark water, singing

through blue air I’d breathed for too many seasons, I arrived at a wheel and a kiln. I swear I’m not staring at her face. It’s just

the effect of her making and unmaking, it’s just her intense concentration. Now that I’m right here, I can’t think of anything else.

I’m only staring at her hands, I swear. Only her hands.

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persephoneshellhounds · 11 months

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Will I ever possess the softness I pretend to have?

— Fray Narte

Gif from: Stealing Beauty (1996) // Dir. Bernardo Bertolucci

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autumnsunshine10 · 3 months

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Dear diary

How do I love myself again

When I'm not sure I ever really did

Maybe a time I claimed what was mine

Dropped denial and steeled my spine

When someone I loved wasn't put first

And I still carried out self-care

I cried and supplied needed comfort

I didn't get enough of growing up

And instead of dismissing what I felt

I acknowledged its validity then moved on

Before I let anyone else dictate my worth

Winter too far to freezingly squeeze

All vitality and assurance from my heart

I didn't need an excuse to love

Just the beat of my heart was enough

Every reason was reasonable

Back before I dissolved under the weight

Of expectations--taking credit for wrongs

That were never mine to right

How do I love myself again?

Tear out this page and start afresh

Forging forward on a blank new one

Writing to please me first and foremost

While sharing with those I care

Only that which I can actually spare

Prompts: rip the page out; all gone; excuse the reason

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slowfalter · 3 months

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The clouds are so close by today

Summer plums, half baked already

on their boughs

are begging to drip into our mouths

but the wind has lost its chime

today

All my teeth are trying to scream

I’m the dusty plastic plant

that you’re tired of watering

Look

Look at me like I can still breathe

Touch me as if I’m warm

Hold me as if I might be going somewhere,

someday

I want you to look at me

like that rare bird, who by chance, happened upon our hedge

that day

by chance I came across your face

in a crowd and it sang to me

at a frequency only I could hear

You

pluck my nerves like a harp

Let me shiver you

like the clouds when they’re so close

that we’re in them and you say

Look

Look at the clouds

there’s one shaped like you

as if you were a painting

by one of the old masters

Look

Look at you drifting

so beautifully away

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scatteredthoughts2 · 1 month

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SILENT IS THE NIGHT.

Silent is the night,

when everyone's asleep,

No one hears my pain,

no one hears me weep.

Everyone's in dreamland,

and no one will ever see,

How lonely is my night,

how I ache to dream with thee.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

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n-ehpamoi · 2 months

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And at the end, I suffer the fate of meeting my own self, a thousand times over

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internalearthquake · 1 month

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my ghosts within

In the midst of what seems mundane lies a hidden world

Ghosts surround me, accompanying my every step

The lost, the unmet, the real, the imagined

These translucent entities haunt and console me

Wispy figments shift in and out of awareness

Subdued whispers, their presence felt but never seen

What may seem ordinary masks profound challenges

I push aside my ghosts who yearn to be acknowledged

Fragile mind oscillates betwixt clarity and confusion

A perpetual struggle to live in the present

The universe is littered with daily reminders

of what once was…

of what could have been…

of what I have lost…

of what was never mine…

of what will never be…

Every hushed whisper, every reverberating echo

My ghosts represent these fragments of my narrative

An incomplete history of distortions and illusions

Leaves me feeling incomplete

So, who am I?

What may often be overlooked carries significance to me

Unanswered questions ignite chaos within my mind

I navigate an unsolvable labyrinth of mystery

External investigations cannot unveil these buried truths

Healing lies in reconciling with my ghosts within

Dialogue with them holds the key to my liberation,

Clearing away the misty fog that clouds my perception

By forgiving the past and accepting the unknown,

I can release my ghosts from my internal world

Empowered, I can forge my own narrative,

Finally discovering who I am

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heartofmuse · 1 year

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Truth is that the heart needs more forms of love from your partner than just romantic love. It needs the nurturing and unconditional love like the one that comes from a parent. It needs the love that helps you achieve your maximum potential, that empowers your virtues and is patient with your flaws like that of a teacher. It needs the love of a friend who will listen without judgment, who will laugh with you and be your confidant and accomplice. It needs the devoted love of a healer who will tend to your wounds and hurts and never turn a blind eye to your suffering but rather help the healing process knowing all the time the healing and the timing is all yours. Love is more than just romance and passion, and sooner or later it will die out if you do not nurture all the other faces of love. For if love has a thousand faces, how bland would it be if my love for you were the same one all the time.

e.v.e.

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