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ryawrites · 15 hours ago
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a/n: wrote a quick something on insomnia at 3am in the morning, I hope you guys like it!
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taglist & transcript under the cut
“He lays by the foot of my bed,
gazing at me with patience in his eyes,
I yearn to yell and yell,
but to me, sleep is a collective of lies.
He keeps me up at night, 
and keeps the end of my bed warm,
when the sun sets and the world quietens,
I'm trapped with my insomnia keeping me on my toes.
Ignoring him was useless,
blankets huddled on top of each other,
held a tired me beneath,
and yet I couldn't sleep.
I've counted thousands of sheep,
which travel to faraway lands,
and each time they come home,
my insomnia shoos them away,
and holds me close.
My insomnia is a jealous lover,
he hates the soft and motherly touches of sleep,
as she lets me travel to lands beyond the sea,
his jealousy igniting fear in my eyes,
as he doesn't let her have me until the dawn of the day.
At the dawn of the day is when she'll have me,
he leaves a tainted kiss on my cheek,
vowing to always return,
to hold me close once the night begins. 
My insomnia has chained me in a prison,
as the night pities me, as the day yearns for me,
the way I yearn for it too,
to wake up surrounded by yellow beams,
would sadly be left as nothing but a dream.”
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kiramalibu · a day ago
he asks me if i know what love is
and i tell him that i cannot provide
a concrete definition
but if true love exists
i’ve never been a recipient of it
but i know that i’ve given it
i’m waiting, though
that’s all you can do when it’s comes to love
kira malibu
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whereflowersbloom · a day ago
There was something heartbreaking in his kiss
It was sweet and tender, full of yearning for an intimacy only lovers know
And yet, a bitterness lingered like an unspoken farewell
It was all-consuming
As if he tried to give me a piece of his soul each time our lips met.
Kiss me goodbye
A. M.
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nothingwithoutwords · a year ago
you have an important place on this earth. if you are lost, you will find your way again. if you are feeling hopeless, you will find hope again. if you are sad, you will find happiness again. it may not be tomorrow, but one day you will look back and be so glad you kept fighting.
shelby leigh
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thewaitingluna · a month ago
I can’t remember a time when I was genuinely happy, and I’m afraid that this is all I’m ever gonna be, angry and sad.
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deadly-academic · 9 months ago
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Manon, Ballerina
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boutiquepoetry · a year ago
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iambrillyant · 14 hours ago
“when you measure your growth by your own growth and no one else’s, you allow your flowers to bloom at their own pace and open space to attract the peace that comes with being unbothered with what doesn’t concern you.”
— iambrillyant
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houseofprose · a month ago
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We are walking archives wearing the faces of foremothers; the faces we will wear to kiss our graveyard of lovers goodbye before walking onto our own battlefields.
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stormykatie · 3 months ago
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if i pass away,
my pen will mourn me longer
than my friends will ever do in a lifetime
it will sit cold on my study table,
its own bereavement fester
with the lifeless body buried somewhere
reeking of lost poetry
an ocean of mystery that seems
unsolvable now that the lead vanished
like smoke
it will try to recollect the words
it used to scribble
and the emotions they carry
it will marvel at the depth of the scars
that resonate on the seemingly flawless pieces,
how many times in a day did i survive
the pangs before i decided the culmination
of a barren life
such a tragedy that it could only lie there
thinking of the past as its yearning
to be held burns with the candlestick
-mourn me longer,
katie, 16th of July 2021, 16:45
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itsokaytodreamincolor · 6 months ago
My love,
I associate you with the color yellow.
If people had colors, that’s what I think you would be.
You are the golden hour.
Where the sun is beginning to set and bathes everything
in this stunning golden glow and people
just want to take pictures because it’s so beautiful.
You have this glow about you.
You’re radiant. And warm.
Being around you feels like when you are outside
and it is not hot but the sun is out and everything is peaceful.
You make me feel safe, you feel like home.
You would be a darker yellow, because while you
do have darkness inside you it does not
diminish how truly stunning you are.
You are a living reminder that just because something
is dark, does not mean it cannot also be radiant.
- [i.r.]
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whereflowersbloom · a month ago
I was not taught how to unlove
It is not in my nature to erase lines already written
I am merely a seashell that contains the echo of calming waves
A vault of treasures storing memories and tales of the things we could have been
A vault long thrown into the darkest corner of the abyss
For, if it cannot be seen then I can pretend it does not exist.
Vault of treasures
A. M.
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