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lamentofspring · 1 month
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‘I am the one who tears open your ribs for the sake of becoming less of me & more of you / I am the one who cradles the heart inside / tell me to close you up again / I will close you up from the inside’
— haley nichole green, excerpt of the unwell will be fed
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randik-86 · 2 days
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Behold my heart,
Conquer my soul,
Penetrate my mind,
Love my body...
©️randik86
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson
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blumenherzen · 3 months
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"January" - by Laura Gilpin, from "The Hocus Pocus of The Universe"
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abitbrokenpoetry · 11 months
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I was never born. I came after. Falling through an ebony sky, observed by an ivory moon. A nameless, shapeless void then. Until I slipped into the first screaming mouth I happened upon and filled every space of it as water would. I am your soul. I am the universe inside of you. I am all of time swirled together and happening at once. I am everything you’ve ever felt and ever will feel and everyone you love and ever will. I am a star. A light that stays within you. At times you can glimpse me in your eyes or when you open your mouth. a celestial body. Everyone is.
I dream of galaxies
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creatediana · 2 years
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“Dyed Red Empress” - a poem written 7/17/2022
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invigoratorypoesy · 2 years
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My hand was warm , your eyes were cold , I waited for you at the coffee shop .It was not the surprise , it was just a hold , no matter how we used to be , your motive was too bold .From the stairs of life and death , I was pushed down by you , my wishes went upwards and my eyes were crying for you , I tried to reach your hands but you were very far away , even if I could reach , you would just run away . No questions , no doubts it was just me and you ,all around , the glass was broken , the blood was frozen , you didn't tremble , you didn't cry , it was me and and love that was mine , I was broken but I couldn't sense even at my last breath any reason .Why , how you became someone , whom I never met , how your memories became fade , I was dead when I realised that you betrayed.
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malakkc-poetry · 2 months
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Soulful Respect, a poem published in Unseal your Worth
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maxinewisewrites · 1 year
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soul searching
I am on my way
to the greatest journey
that will ever be.
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lamentofspring · 2 years
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- haley green, mine feverish gentleness
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wordsbyjenpoetry · 10 days
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There is a book and you are woven into the verses of my life.
Music by Antent.
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randik-86 · 14 hours
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Seducing you is a game,
That you chose to play,
The decision of letting me seduce you,
To enter your mind in order to take over your soul,
Make your darkest fantasies come true,
Taking your ultimate wishes,
Transforming them into reality,
Giving yourself completely to me,
Letting go of all of your fears,
Handing in your heart,
Showing the many ways to be loved,
Teaching you how to love,
Leaving it all to your imagination...
©️randik86
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esstrauss · 2 years
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“Creating Love” (A Triolet)
I feel love in my fingers
Typing away on my iThingy
My thoughts and creations are above no one else
I feel love in my fingers
And let that affection linger to your psyches
There can be a lot of hype around what I write
I feel love in my fingers
Typing away on my iThingy
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pearl-tarotist · 2 years
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LOVE LETTERS FROM YOUR FS through Sappho poems
Sappho is one of the most romantic poetess ever. And once I read a quote that was: “Her broken form (poetry) cannot be more human; the same way we are broken, alive, fragmented, and intimate memories of our lives”.  
Sappho and her poetry will help us to understand your FS messages towards you; the same way her poems are just a small part of her memories and life.
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PILE 1: Fragment 16 – Helen of Troy
"Everyone can understand this – consider
That Helen, far surpassing the beauty
Of mortals, left behind
The best man of all
To sail away to Troy. She remembered
Neither daughter nor dear parents
As [Aphrodite] led her away”.
   (The moon – 3 of shells – king of gems – Prince of wings – 9 of roses)
   I want to run away with you, I want to leave all our obligations and obstacles behind. I wish we could hide in the dark, just enlightened by the moon; I want to kiss you under the stars. I want to caress you and hug you forever, I wish I could take care of you and never let anybody hurt you. You are my only moon and muse. You are the one that makes my darkness disappear. With you, I’m able to celebrate the smallest victories, there’s never a bad day or night next to you. I want to build a home for you; I know it’s complicated, I know it’s a challenge but I’m willing to become someone mature and respected to protect you. I love you with my whole heart and soul and I will always put you first. I will become someone powerful, so we never lack anything. But, I wish I didn’t have to become someone else to protect you, I wish we could just be happy and together alone; I don’t want to fight anybody else just for our happiness. I want to spend all my time with you, I hate how society wants to interfere in our lives. I want us to have our home protected and secured, I wish you didn’t have to worry about anything, I want us to live together and create a family. I want us to have our happy ending. The moment I find you, I will never depart from you. I feel that I love you too much. I want you all for myself. Take care until the moment we see each other, form that point on, I will be the one taking care of you. I would like to marry you as soon as I can.
(So much warmness! That was so intense; I think he’s from a hot country because I was feeling so much heat..)
PILE 2
“With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down.”
(7 of gems- Princess of gems – The Devil – The Emperor – The Chariot – The wheel of fortune)
“I’m sorry, I am so sorry. I’m just feeling really frustrated, you could think I’m stupid for saying this: but I am just so young. I don’t know what I am doing or what I want to do. I’m still trying to find my place and path; I hope you understand. I’m trying to do my best and discover my likes and dislikes; I still don’t know and I am so confused.  Some may say I am a playboy or a ghoster but that’s not true, I am trying to discover myself and I am not willing to fulfill people expectations, just mines; but still, a part of me hopes I can fulfill yours.
I want to seduce you; I hope I can become someone attractive in your eyes because you are a goddess in mine. You are so beautiful; I cannot wait to put my hands on your body. I want to touch your waist and hips and press them against my body. I want to be someone powerful and a match to your power and strength. You are an empress and I just want to make you mine, I don’t want your “Kingdom” or place, I just want you. I also must be this powerful emperor/ king that can match your spirit. God, you are so clever too. I’m so determined to have you and make you mine. I will take you on so many pretty trips. We will feel like we are flying. We are the king and queen of the whole world. I don’t know, I just feel so lucky to know you are my spouse, I can’t wait to meet you.
PILE 3:
“I love delicacy, and for me Love has the sun's splendour and beauty”
(8 of gems – 7 of roses- The devil- The hierophant – 8 of shells – The high priestess + more)
I think you are beautiful; I think you are perfection. You are so pretty, I feel as you are the perfect couple for me, but somehow…I feel insecure next to you. I’m sorry, I will have to recollect some courage before meeting you. I need to be brave to speak to you, you are so pretty I stand speechless every time I want to greet you or conversate with you. My feelings for you are also so strong, I like your body and face so much, sometimes I am scared of my own emotions because this is not how I have been raised. You make me feel so lusty about you, I feel sorry about it sometimes. I cannot stop myself from thinking about your body, and face, and lips, and my hands all around them.
I think it’s a sacrifice I must do, you will teach me so much, you will change my believes. You are so intuitive and clever and you have all these ideas about the afterlife and energies and rocks?? You make me think that maybe not everything is as it seems. I have to thank you too for having so much patience with me. It must not be easy to try to explain these tings to me. But it brings us so much joy, I love to spend time with you and I love to see how happy it makes you, that someone listen to you in those matters, I don’t think I will ever forget your shinny eyes and pink lips. Sometimes, you must repeat what you say, I’m sorry, I focus so much on your pretty lips that I cannot contain myself from kissing them. I hope you are happy while we are apart, I want you to grow, spiritually or however you say it, so you can teach it to me while we are together, even when we are old. I hope we can meet in our next lives too, is that how you would say it? (And I just heard some laughs and a caress on my cheek) .
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A Guildsman Goes Forth to War, Inciting Event and Main Characters
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Inciting Event:
The city of Brugghe is one of the largest and richest in all of Europe. It is a center of vertically- and horizontally-integrated textile production in wool, cotton, linen, and silk, and the people wear their reputation on their richly-dyed, patterned, and embroidered backs. As the northernmost of the cloth fairs that stretch all the way from Gallia to the southernmost reaches of the ancient Kingdom of Lotharingia), and the confluence of the North Sea and the Rhine, Brugghe is a natural entrepôt between the merchants of the Hansa and the commercial republics of the Lega, and thus one of the leading financial centers on the Continent.
A bustling cosmopolis of two hundred thousand souls, with a lively Foreign Quarter representing merchants and bankers from Portugal and the Basques to a half-dozen Lega republics to representatives of the Sublime Porte. In Brugghe, even the poorest and least educated rural migrants are bilingual (even if they insist on speaking only Gallician or Imperial), a respectable burgher is expected to speak at least four, and a man is considered educated only if he speaks six. A center of the printing trade (and thanks to its dyeing industry, a lively art scene), it is an unusually literate city, only more so thanks to the recently-established University.
For the last thirty years, the city has been ruled by the tolerant but firm hand of Baron Froederick van Zonder Vrees, although for the last ten the day-to-day governance has been conducted in his name by his significantly younger wife due to a long and lingering illness that has forced the Baron to a sickbed and (accoridng to reports) to his deathbed. Although by all reports a loving and capable partnership, the Baron and Baronness are childless. If the Baron should pass, what shall become of Brugghe?
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Margrit van Zonder Vrees (née Marguerite de Corbenic), Baronness of Brugghe
The daughter of a noble family from Brittany (with extended ties to Cornwall and south Wales) with a strong Gentry heritage of elfkind, Margrit (or Marguerite, depending on whether she's speaking in Gallician or Imperial) was sent to the Burgundian court following a romantic indescretion in her youth, where she became one of the court beauties and a poetess beside, reknowned for the strength of her Glamour and wit alike.
At the age of twenty, she was married to the significantly older Froederick van Zonder Vrees as part of diplomatic efforts to maintain Gallician/Imperial harmony in the Low Countries. Despite the age gap between the two, Froederick came to respect his bride's surprisingly well-educated mind and supported her patronage of the newly-founded University and the city's cultural industries, while Margrit came to admire her husband's commitment to light-handed and tolerant governance that had seen Brugghe reach heights of prosperity that it had not seen since the collapse of the Flemish revolt.
When Froederick began to fall ill, Margrit smoothly gained influence within the Baronial Council of State that governed the city until she became the Regent in all but name. At the outset of A Guildsman Goes Forth to War, Marguerite's dilemma is that she has no child to pass the title to upon her husband's death - and due to the complicated mix of family intermarriages, there will be claimants from both the Kingdom of Gallia and the Sacrum Imperium.
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Ludovico "Malasangue," Captain-General of the Bonafortuna Mercenary and Insurance Company, graduate of the University of Padua, and guildsman of the Arte dei Giudici e Notai of Florentia.
The younger son of the Bilancia banking family, Ludovico was the subject of considerable scandal, for from birth it was quite clear that he was Gentry-born of some rare and unknown lineage, while neither his mother nor his father had any such connexions. A brawler of violent temper, Ludovico was packed off to Padua by his decidely chilly and aloof father to avoid embarrassment - and to ensure that he would have a career that would avoid any interference with his older (some would say "legitimate") brother's inheritance of the family business.
The curriculum at the great university of the hills seemed to calm the intemperate youth and Ludo proved to be quite adept at both the Old Learning of the trivium et quadrivium, the New Learning of the studia humanitatis, and his chosen degree in Law. It was widely expected that, upon his graduation and return to the city of his birth, he would take up a respectable and conventional career in the leading Arti Maggiori. Thus, it came as something of a surprise when instead Ludovico and some of his university friends announced the formation of a new kind of mercenary company.
The Bonafortuna Mercenary and Insurance Company would be made up not of impoverished noblemen and ambitious peasants, but entirely of urban guildsmen recruited from among the Lega. In times of peace, the Company would make its income from providing a comprehensive suite of services from messenger and parcel post to commercial and residential insurance to private security, to individual and municipal clients alike - with significant discounts for joint customers of the condottieri side of the business.
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invigoratorypoesy · 2 years
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Its vivid , its thrilling ,its beautiful , the view of the place of my dreams . The more I think , the more I get satisfied with the peace I feel after moving in its feilds unconsciously.
It will take efforts , time and hard work to reach there , but the happiness and pleasure is worth the fare.
Miracles are made by us and i'll create one for myself , I wont be patient for my impatient dream , but will step each time quite thoughtfully.
I might tremble but wont ever leave the grip of that virtual reality , as today its a dream tomorrow's it will be my reality.
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