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kidgillis · 1 month

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I'm in need of something. I'm not sure exactly what it is. But there's a craving for it—a need to experience what it could bring. There's a desire for it. It's so close but still so far away. I can feel it. I can sense it. I can hear it. I'm just not sure of its name. It is everything I need in the moment and everything I want in the future. It is everything I could ask for, but none of the things I thought were vital. I changed from being in its presence to just wanting to be engulfed by it entirely. It doesn't make sense to most, but to me, I finally understand. A healthy love will scare you, have you run for the hills, and leave you to examine yourself before figuring out your need to return. This is an experience worth losing yourself and your pride for. I'm just happy to learn that without complications and repercussions.

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stormykatie · 1 year

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i am still known

as the girl who

writes poems

though the truth is

i can barely come up

with a line

that could have

made you

change your mind

-katie

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scribblesonbrokenglass · 4 months

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Boats Out

Wild knives of winter winding

Across some antique stretch —

The breeze mutters its regrets.

But this air is honing-rod clean

And the jetty is quite still:

No spite could busy these people.

Rivers are struck in metal contortion

Winding around the land’s neck

And challenging it to dam or drown.

The old shale shore is mute, of course.

Save for its crashing, bay-wide smile,

Daring the old sea to whittle it away.

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ho1y-water · 1 year

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And so, the end of times. This thing you dreaded. Your

“what

if”.

Your biggest fear.

But nothing explodes. You simply find yourself

different.

Like sound ceased to travel.

Like deafness,

like death,

like plunging your head underwater.

Nothing changes.

I asked God to turn down the music but I heard no response.

I asked God if change was possible and all he said was, “come back later”.

I tried calling God, but the line was busy.

I tried again

but he was out to lunch.

The stars shine for everyone. Even you.

You don’t even have to pray.

Did you know that?

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poetic-little-doll · 5 days

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The thing is…

She didn’t need you.

She had a fire within her soul

That kept her warm when

Loneliness threatened to freeze her.

She had the world in her smile

And the moon on her tongue.

She was everything she ever needed…

…but holy fuck

Did she want you.

S.Lilobell (I’ve learned that sometimes love isn’t enough.)

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disruptivebychoice · 4 months

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She is the fire of summer, the comfort of winter, and she is the reason why even the sun decides to show in December.

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jasminesuntrell · 5 days

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No More Fucking Butterflies (19/30)

I have decided the next man I meet who makes me nervous is getting blocked, walked away from- I'll run if I have to. No conversation, no glances, no more whirlwind romances, I'm not giving chances. I'm through.

Who the hell decided butterflies in the tummy was something to romanticize in the first place? For me, I think it's my body trying to tell me to get as far as I can from this demonic creature who will only cause me harm but I kept thinking it's a good thing if his presence can make me stumble over words.

Hell no.

Neutrality is the way to go. The man you're mostly unaware of until he gives you good reasons to be. The one who doesn’t prey on the unbalanced chemical reaction that happens when you lay eyes on him.

And maybe the love story won't be the stuff of an indie romance film but it will be stable and real. It won't give you more material from which to heal. It will provide you with bliss more enduring than the intoxications of fleeting butterflies.

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heartofmuse · 2 years

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Must everything be noise in this world? Why must we always shout to be heard? I am a mystery and I'd like to remain so. The quiet repose and solitude of my soul only needs to hear its own song. It requires validation from no one. I know what I am and that is enough for me. I do not require everyone but only a few to see me for all I am. What treasures I carry I do not share with everyone. Too soon my soul learned that in this world, pigs will trample your pearls.

e.v.e.

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ossian-bard · 8 months

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The Long, Gray Sigh

In my morose mental vista there always seems

A relentless fog settling upon the firmament of dreams

As if it were an old, tattered coat,

worn and threadbare from the weight of existence.

It clings with the persistent miasma of stale cigarettes incense

And malt liquor ambrosia offered to goddess Brigid.

A famished romantic leech,

Languid on the language for a love staunched

With a vampiric hunger for

That which once was a possibility,

unmarked and waiting for the artist's touch.

A single withered velvet-petaled allure,

That black petal poetry,

Stubbornly clinging to an abandoned Eden

Which finds the belladonna ballet

Lay bare the vulnerabilities of the human condition.

It's the barfly at the end of the night, on last call

With the empty bottle,

And the broken dreams

In his dimly lit constellation of gloom.

Waiting as the cosmic clockwork turns,

Watching his stars waltz in their eternal choreography,

Hoping for change in the tapestry of his night sky

That is his everyday.

つづく…

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love-once-was · 11 months

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Settle me into lavender ripples

Allow me a chance to change my ways

I’ve stayed here for days and days

Tinkering with the time and

Realizing that it might be too much to challenge

Always remembering that

It’s my moment to shine if I want it but

Waking up is a little off from the morning before

A nickel, a dime, I can’t seem to pick

Which coin will be the best to scratch these lottery tickets

We let the people put their perception into places we barely know

Showing us a road but not showing us all the ways we could go

Pick a path and hope it sticks

If it doesn’t, to hell with it

I loved it once and I’ll love it again

The mystery outlining the sequence in these circumstances

Take from me the doubt that draws out the worst

The ways we rehearse the thirst and how to quench it

Honesty is the best policy

But I’ll never police you on that

Spin a web weak enough to go on but

Strong enough to feel it

I’ve missed a lot but there’s a lot still to see

If we stop dwelling on the reasons to be still

Instead of the hope that keeps legs running

Blood pumping and

The future stunning

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4sss · 2 years

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She taught me to love a little more, but carry a little less. Brought my heart a little peace. My soul a little rest.

J.c.A

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kidgillis · 6 months

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I remember being told I must arrive at my sacred space. Only I will know when and where I am supposed to be. That those I meet along my journey there will teach me great things. That my only mission is to become who I'm supposed to be. I was born for this mission. With love, I was nurtured on this path. I've had many firsts here. I've taken many wins and losses. Ten years ago, I learned how to walk into rooms confidently. Smile on my face, head up, shoulder back, walking confidently in my stride. Twenty years ago, I learned how to capture the hearts of those I encountered. Allowing honesty to set my pace, having a mix of kindness escape my lips, and open intellect to express my thoughts while positive vibrations set my vibe. Thirty years ago, I learned how to embrace and release all that I experienced. Operating in divine feminine nature, intuned with my emotions, led by a God's spirit, and blessed with ancient wisdom and intuition - I became human. And I'm beyond delighted to continue learning in this place...This beautiful place.

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stormykatie · 10 months

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i guess it's still in my blood-

the ability to bottle

all my emotions

like they won't

suffocate me

sometimes i wish i can

open up to people

but then,

maybe you can't really teach

an old dog a new trick

afterall

-katie

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scribblesonbrokenglass · 9 months

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For a Faithful Friend

I held him in my arms

for what felt like forever

and I thought about light:

its waves flow to ends,

waning and gaining

in momentum and time

banking and bending

warping and weaving —

weft into each other.

there comes a day

when our tapestries

take forms of their own:

we recall impressions –

those stitches in time,

a mollified separation

and on that fateful day

no more gentle a love

can be found anywhere.

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wernerherzogshave · 7 months

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Miles Dry

I'm in a small apartment full of people cracking jokes in their own corners & circles

all at the same time. I stopped jotting down their irreverent italicized witticisms

half an hour ago. I'm in the kitchen, holding on to the sink -- holding on for dear life

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trueemotions9191 · 1 year

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He came into my life and changed the whole perspective of how I viewed the world we live upon .

If wishes were stars he would have filled everyone .

He don’t understand how much he moved the moon and skies for me and made every day a brighter one .

Miles apart but he touched my soul in a unique way ,

Like magic he lifted the dark and awoke a sense in me ,

a feeling I craved ,

awoken with a sense ,

which somehow like magic he found and held onto , until it lit deep ,

and brought me back to my feet .

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