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thesewordsaremymusings · 6 months

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“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, it has grown too heavy.”

-m.n.

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tellherium · 7 months

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my angel numbers have moved from 111 to 222 and I am doing my best to think more than ever

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theartoffresco · 1 day

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ninasdrafts · 1 year

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I hope I’ll find you in the end. After the fighting, once the fire’s been doused, the flames have died, the ash has cooled. I hope you’ll still be in the place where I told you to meet me should it ever come to this. Do you remember the old birch tree? We held hands beneath it. We traded secrets - we didn’t know their value back then, didn’t know we could never take them back and make them unheard. When I trail my fingers down the bark, it's familiar like the back of your hand. I can feel the last months beneath my fingertips. The last few years. We never changed, not really, and yet here we are on different sides of the field, weapons lifted. We used to watch the sun set and we were so sure it would rise the next day. When one day it didn’t, it wasn’t something we’d ever thought to expect. Some endings are unfathomable. Some endings don’t seem possible until it’s too late and we can’t return to the beginning anymore. I hope I'll find you in the end. Beneath the debris, above the noise, I hope I can pull you out by the legs and ask you if you remember.

birch / n.j.

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autumnsunshine10 · 11 months

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Dash it All

I refuse to follow

Into the darkest depths you stroll

Wayfarer losing your way again

Cavalier until needing a hand

Then no one can understand but you

Won't let them try, only complain

How no one cares or dares to put

Themselves in your fused-on shoes

I get it, I truly do--opening up is a risk

Not always proving worth taking: rush

Or choose wrong and it's a mistake

You'd do anything to avoid remaking

But you've made your heart impenetrable

I know from blistering bruising bleeding

Experience beating myself senseless

On that shell that never seems to crack

Yet still capable of sucking others in

I'm sick of retracing my steps

Damn you, I just want my time and

Love back

Inspired by the prompt: footsteps

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francesca-sapphic · 8 months

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They said girls shouldn't kiss girls, so I became a sinner.

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dolores-hazy · 8 months

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Read the headline

And the fine print

What a story of the fallen

From former glory, a bright light

Burnt out and I tried not to

But oh how I cried...damn

Thought those feelings died

When the world still seemed kind

You used to be the kindest of all

But then every note and call

Came fewer and farther between

Got to where we'd only meet in dreams

When my worst nightmare came to life

Didn't even see you there anymore

We fell fatefully out of touch like

We never met to begin with

Whenever I saw your name in print

On the newspaper page I folded

Into a crumpled heap, told myself

Never again would I let myself

Fall for a star rising

Sky high out of reach

Prompted by the incredibly talented @lithium-late-nights: black and white

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soulfulreverie · 9 months

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4sss · 11 months

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My heart strings may be a little out of tune. So long it's been since they've been used. Still I want play a song for you. A melody for my muse.

J.c.A

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iambrillyant · 1 year

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“forgive all the versions of yourself that operated out of fear instead of growth, the ones that viewed comfort zones as safe havens and abandoned boundaries to keep other people happy, forgive all the versions of yourself that didn’t know that love begins with how you treat you.”

— iambrillyant

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i-wrotethisforme · 2 years

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I knew the second I saw you. I don’t know what I knew, but I knew it and I’ve never been more sure of anything.

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tellherium · 11 months

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Epitaph of a Wooden Spoon // in which time is both a woman and a desert and nothing can every truly disappear

(i love it when poems burst out of me)

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theartoffresco · 29 days

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Hey Tumblr! It's official! My second poetry book 'Eight Lines' is now available worldwide via Amazon! Find the link in my bio! And I would like to not forget to wish the amazing human whom the book is dedicated to, my dearest Tayla, the most special day! Almost twelve years of knowing each other and I am still learning a great deal because of the way you carry yourself on this Earth! You are adventurous, so brave, caring, incredibly loving and resilient as hell, to name a few traits! You know what you mean to me, but I would just like to publicly reiterate that I grow partly stronger every day for having you in my corner! Happy you day, my love! 🖤

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ninasdrafts · 1 year

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It lives in me - this fear of not doing enough, of not being enough, of being an impostor. Of being someone who needs others instead of being someone others need. It’s blue paint splattered on the wall when it used to be red. It’s an ocean roaring white, waves crashing against the shore and taking away what’s always been there. I’d give it everything, you know, I’d give you my all. But these days I’m not sure that’s enough anymore. These days I’m not sure you’ve ever seen me the way I do when I stare at myself in the mirror. With the scratches and bruises and colour chipped off at the edges. I wonder why you keep me small when you should make me feel taller than the highest mountain. Maybe that's because it's exactly what I expected when my fingers brushed yours for the first time. Maybe that's because this is what I've always settled for - someone else who makes me feel less so I don't have to do it myself.

make me feel less / n.j.

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autumnsunshine10 · 8 months

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Self-love Song

Love, pleasingly sweet

Tends to come easily for me

Feeling everything down deep

Swirling over and through

Like wind playing in the trees

Leaves fluttering into place

All the beautifully bizarre bringing

Spice to this eclectic bazaar called life

Much love inside my heart makes me

Wistfully sigh for such small things

Not least of all I also love

The sound of my heart thumping

Steady and strong despite many breaks

Picking myself back up after bad falls

Knowing I'm worth talking to

Regardless if others say nothing more

Not even the semblance of goodbye

Or try to convince me I don't matter

I'll let myself cry till the tears dry up

Learning to choose myself

No one else is reliable enough

Nor is it their responsibility

That belongs to me and finally

Getting the hang of this job

It's round the clock nonstop

Eyes off the prize too long

And everything can spin out

Like a frenetic dejected top

But I'm finding my groove

Moving to my own beat

Loving unreservedly this time

I'm starting to

Start with me

Prompts: the bizarre in the bazaar; I also love...; all the time

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thesewordsaremymusings · 5 months

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“The curse of being a writer is that if I showed you my words, I know you would love me too. But I can’t give them away, they are the most sacred things, I have.”

-m.n. “I strung these (words) for you with gold.”

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