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liesandnights · 9 months

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I really love those other forms of “I love you”. Like you know, when they tell you to put your seatbelt on, they make sure you dress warm cause it got cold outside, when they make sure you’ve finished your papers, they remember your favourite ice cream flavors, they take you for night drives and snacks when you’re sad even though you pretended you don’t want to go etc. All of these lowkey “I love you’s” are the best.

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inksplashgirl · 9 months

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lonely

Everyone is so far away

Even the friends I made

And ones I already knew

I need someone

To cry my glass tears

To

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trustonlystars · 1 year

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I am drawing the curtains now, seated at the throne and my crown is well-settled. I unveil emotions that are raw, and sometimes uncomfortable. I swim through oceans of pain and watch people at the shore extend their arms that would never reach me.

Amidst the roaring noise, how do I whisper that the waves have accepted me? The shore in my sight seems to be drifting away but I am no longer afraid of drowning. In my dreams I have learned that no depths of drowning will really kill me. There's a warm home inside these deep waters now. I have learned how to be okay with others not being okay with me.

There is no end I can see, there is always a direction to turn to, but for a heartbeat it seems frivolous. And I hope you understand this too, that you can't be living your life without loving yourself.

- trustonlystars | Jannie F

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vippik · 1 year

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Write no letter for me

Or craft any kiss, prolonged

Your mouth reeks of blood and rum

And mine with lusty disgust

Crack me no beer can

Or hold me no longer in any hug

Neither your wife, nor your girlfriend

I'm just a hobo on tangent

Latex on my lips and in mouth

Been just feasting on cosmic dust

And on my regular diet

I have the memories of universe

Don't be a dick, don't be a jerk

I've had all of it enough

It's so prickly dry inside my throat

Ride through it on a rollercoaster ride

A bunch of lavender, and an army of despair

My memories of elephants

Hid widely in my bedroom carcass

A seashell, a deathbed and

A nameless bastard

Sleep in my arm

Dance in the fallow of mustard

Sun is our closest star

And on hearts are our dearest scars

Making merry and mining melanchoy

Screeching loudly our cimmerian whispers

Into the wild where no spectre trespass

Only marfa lights dance in distance

On those sides where thrive the greener grass

There we were, missing my Oliver

Northern Italian tragedy

You dry hump me, behind the bush forever

I'm gross, I'm Wilde

But nothing you can ever understand

Find Me, there I'm

Go green my capillary carnation strands

- Labial Latex and other latest liaisons by ©vippik

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rocho-suave99 · 1 year

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Light-Hearted (2/15/2023)

Nobody decides when it starts;

The paths we follow at the mercy

Of our paper hearts.

Meticulously folded,

Bent, twisted,

Weaved, and pressed,

But not molded.

A precious gift,

One most worth sharing,

But when shared with the wrong person,

You can expect a rift.

Only the vile could stomach tearing

Something so delicate.

The soul controls the epitome of art;

Intricately crafted,

All the answers lie within,

The paper heart.

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theresplendentphilosophunculist · 1 month

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Red tried to replace red

Made my body run on wine

Instead of blood

Just so my mind,

Would be quiet...

For just a small amount of time

- R E D

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im-highly-sapphisticated · 11 months

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I think my heart is too full of nothing

Mere remanence of humanity stain my soul

I am living off of scraps

of love

of family

of happiness

The emptiness has become too much to breathe through

And I find myself too alone to keep existing so viciously.

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scribblersobia · 1 year

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You know you are too single when you don't even have a crush on someone, and there is no one in your life whose pictures can make you blush. 🤧🤦‍♀️

@scribblersobia

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semjase · 2 years

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And maybe I was

just too emotional,

too fragile,

too delicate,

for this kind of world.

I'm just a human

though, seeing how

broken this world is.

That I always wish

to do my part to

fix it.

Semjase (Luo Yi): 6:39pm/08-09-22

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dear-rose-days · 1 year

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Reminder

Hello Darling

I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been pulling thorns out of my heart. I’m pretty sure I was trying to grow some more roses and I ended up sprouting brambles.

I’m bleeding again. But I’ve learnt not to keep the wells full, a deluge is due each time the hive in my head comes alive. A complete firestorm of thoughts and feelings burning up inside and my chest is heaving…slightly. But I’m surviving, darling.

I tried reaching the moon this time and the storm clouds gathered the second my feet left the soil of my soul and I’ve been drifting in and out of grey - shades of grey. There’s lightning in the distance and the pattering of tears or rain or blood from my feet, running through shards, words stabbing, heart pulsing. Do I need a harness for these dreams, these thoughts - should I make a meal of these ashes I’ve been churning up in the hive?

I’m drifting again. The rain? The river of my prayers is filling up and pressing at the banks and my garden is at risk of going under and this time maybe I’ll breathe better under water, under my own caress against the window panes of my mind.

Darling, it’s out now. Out. Take a deep breath. The thorn, the shard? - you’ve ripped it out and now the clouds are shimmering and the lightning is coming back to you and you’re dreaming under the stars you put up - the hive is quiet. The queen has found a new budding rose and it’s called Hope.

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liesandnights · 5 months

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I cling to everything - CDs that skip, rings that turn my fingers green, the dead ends of my hair, old love notes that turn my stomach over and over. I'm not proud but there are still boxes under my bed. I'm not proud but my closet is still running out of space. And nostalgia is a fucking waste of time but my heart is full with it. Tell me I won't hold this forever. Tell me there will be a day where I let gloriously go.

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scribblesonbrokenglass · 2 years

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At the Belarusian Border

trenches and shelters,

picnic tables and trails,

tailbacks at the crossing,

truck drivers covered in sweat

broken supply chains,

unspoken languages,

potholes in the road,

anxiety in the soil

road to Hrodna,

view through the valley,

where I would never be free

to write this

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universalmemoir · 2 years

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i’ve felt lost to the ocean of life and pursuit and passion for too long. as great as passion can be for the changing of tides, to be so lost within one passion is to forgo the threads of genuine prose that make us human. i watch as the veterans of my profession linger on the growing of their minds, reaping the rewards of their time spent feeling alive, even when not in motion. moving has been my only constancy - i’ve forgotten the blissful essence of staying still.

i never lost my words, they just lie in dormancy | h.rae

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blahblahidkreally · 1 year

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It's been years.

It was yesterday and a century ago,

Your steps still echo in the rooms,

Your words still ring in my head.

You have been gone a long time,

And yet you live

You exist now in my dreams,

In the good ones, I recall your leaving.

It is in the nightmares where I forget.

They trick me,

put me in a trance and

make me believe again.

I wake up from the nightmares only to realize,

That they weren't real.

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vippik · 1 year

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I sit naked at my study

And drive my body

Into a dizzy dreamland

Where my schedules are followed in inverse

I knew and I promised it would be my last trip

But to no avail, you see

I'm tired for real

From trying myself

Trying my limits beyond stretchability

Exactly where nuclear bombs explode

It's nowhere near Nagasaki or Hiroshima though

As you possibly assumed

Y'all 'literal' freaks

It's where I seek love, even if only in its semblance

It's where I think life sprouts

And clouds sing

I'm tired, take me home

My clogs under my weight, pant

And I, under yours

I hear his voice

Where masculinity booms through

I offered him a seat

In my couch

And he offered me, on his crotch

Who am I then?

A host or a ghost?

I offered him a home

In my couch

Where my worries relax

Every afternoon

Post my gardening

I croon along the summer breeze

And I water my soppy saplings

And they all go to sleep

Except the snake-plants

I shamble around with my sorrows

And I knit them into my winter-wears

And inside our dak-bungalow

I let these silly sorrows play around

With my kittens as they seep silently in

Through my woody windows

I feed them sunlight

And crumbs of my broken soul

And I let them sleep under my

Queen-size bed with no sleep on it at all

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rocho-suave99 · 1 year

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Life Is A Labyrinth, Time Is A Prison (1/17/2023)

Lost in the turbulence of time,

Trapped by the walls

Of a labyrinth of passing minutes.

I can visualize the reward,

Wonderful, bright,

That awaits;

But despite every corner I turn,

There seems to be no end in sight.

Beasts and beauties

I encounter,

As I follow the path before me.

If I perish before I claim

My treasure,

Do not mourn me,

For this journey will at least

Be one captivating story.

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