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#spilled poetry
perfectquote · 19 minutes ago
She doesn't say "I love you" like a normal person. Instead, She'll laugh, shake her head, give you a little smile, and say, "You're an idiot." If she tells you you're an idiot, you're a lucky man.
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yellow-moonstone · 22 minutes ago
if there was love
my one word -
could stop you leaving.
but there was only lust
nothing ever could make you stay
- yellow moonstone
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redfortunex · 34 minutes ago
She is a daughter of the grove
The willows bow in her presence.
Her footfall gives birth to bloodroot
In its wake.
New life flourishes from her touch.
She is gentle, like first breaths
On a mother’s skin.
For this, she is adorned with a crown of
Candy prince and lavender
Laughing in her hair.
I watch her...
The morning dew refracts the light.
She dances...
While the sun sets her ablaze.
Her beauty burning with verdant flames.
R.Marrs 4/21
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quotefeeling · 37 minutes ago
The trick is to enjoy life. Don’t wish away your days, waiting for better ones ahead.
Marjorie Pay Hinckley
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resqectable · 41 minutes ago
You believed in the false story of your unworthiness for so long. It’s time to try a new way of being, living and believing.
LaTisha Cotto
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kaushalkkishore · 53 minutes ago
The Sound
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we may recognise
the rustling of leaves
the shinshin of snowfalls
the burbling of river streams
the pitter-pattering of raindrops,
as all have their own natural sounds
and so have all the living beings
including us..
but for us,
the life is obscure
it challenges every moment
with its own sounds
like every part of the body,
entirely different from one another..
the equipments may identify
those sounds,
a ventilator may breathe for us
to save from the enemies,
that enter the body surreptitiously
without our knowledge
occupying illegally
to become our masters..
to them no sound matters
but what matters to us
is the sound
that vibrates within
for the self
for someone,
and for one another..
--Kaushal Kishore
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surqrised · an hour ago
You can't change how people treat you or what they say about you. All you can do is change how you react to it.
Nicky Gumbel
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perfectquote · an hour ago
To make the right choices in life you have to get in touch with your soul. To do this, you need to experience solitude - which most people are afraid of because in the silence you hear the truth and know the solutions.
Deepak Chopra
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juneepoetryx · an hour ago
“loving her has never been easy
her dark crevices filled with
the wounds of life
her delicate soul
tinged with sorrow
but loving her,
loving her has made
every flower bloom with such vibrancy
every star shine brighter
and brought color
to such a dull life.
loving her brought me to life
i ache to hear her heavenly laugh
and feel her body intertwined with mine
for eternity.
For me there is no other,
her life was meant for me
as mine was meant for hers.”
- untitled // j.a.
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lonelyl0ve007 · an hour ago
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Your face once so full of life now before me gaunt and withered. I still take it between my hands like we were back in those early days. I swipe away your tears with my thumbs. Yours to weak to even catch mine.
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I hold your bony body gently to not hurt your fragile form, almost as broken as my shattering heart. I smiled showing you the wonders of the world just to say we had. I could lift and carry you bridal style for the wedding that never came to pass.
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Such bright eyes, they always gave you away. So sharp and quick, too smart for your own good. I smiled warmly thinking of the trouble those fox eyes would always get us into. You looked up to me much slower now, bright whites now yellow and pained.
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I know. Its okay. Im here. I cooed down softly as you body aged you almost back to a child in needs. So much yes so little time had passed. It was time to let go. Not you, you had been ready with open arms.
I love you, my sweet.
Chapped lips rough as I kissed you. The taste of sickness familiar to me now. I kissed your weathered cheeks so discoloured and hollow. I kissed your brow so heavy now light. I heard your last breath with closed eyes. Be free my love.
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nyaspace · an hour ago
I'm seeing ghosts Of things long gone They're reaching for me Through flesh and bone They grab hold They don't let me forget Torture my mind And break my spirit I'm seeing ghosts They drag me down Pulling me under Making me drown They don't let go of Their gripping fingers Even when it's gone The feeling lingers I'm seeing ghosts And feeling their glee Their chains surround me Won't let me flee Half in my senses Half my mind Their poisonous whispers Every word unkind I'm seeing ghosts As they drift and ebb Caught in their own Seductive web Their presence diminishing Their voices fade I think it's over Yet a few have stayed I'm seeing ghosts They're barely there But occasionally they appear A new, hideous layer They leech off my soul They see through my eyes They listen with joy To my strangled cries I'm seeing ghosts And hating what I see Will them to feel The truest me They shriek in dismay They tremble at my power Their grip starts to weaken As they begin to cower I'm seeing ghosts They're dying to flee Their screams and wails A beautiful symphony I destroy them from within Their torment my vice They awakened this soul Encased in ice I'm seeing ghosts They're burning as they go I smile as they're dragged Into my raging inferno They should have left When I was weak and insecure Now they beg But I offer them no cure I'm seeing ghosts Perhaps I'm not I'm remembering pain I thought I'd forgot I'm stronger than them I have been all along The ghosts aren't here I've had it all wrong I'm seeing ghosts I have the key I'm seeing ghosts But they can't see me
20th April 2021
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quotefeeling · an hour ago
But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you’re thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterwards.
John Corey Whaley; Noggin
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starry-pond · an hour ago
I may have had tears for breakfast but I will not perish. This pain is mine to digest but I will taste the sun again and again till it goes down and all I can feel is rotten emptiness. I will taste the sun again, I will live my life fully. I may have salt traces on my skin but it will be kissed by sunlight once again, it will be kissed.
It will.
I will taste the sun again.
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