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popeofmars · 5 months

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Loving someone is adapting and accepting change in the most brilliant ways you can imagine.

Changing the way you speak because when ever they are around your breath flutters and you can't keep the former tempo your're use too. Waiting for your tounge to catch up to your thoughts and react to the evolution of your diction.

Adapting to the wave of colours your eyes become open too and the way those old colors take new vibrancy simply because that person you adore wore them. Taking in hues that reinspire the spark of life to your art.

Loving someone is looking back and seeing how the very food you eat changes because of their allergies or preferences blending with yours and introducing new flavors to your palet. More spice with your eggs and less with your pastas or finding a fridge full of oat milk even when they aren't around to be allergic to dairy just incase they stop by unannounced.

To love a person is too modify the way write or perform day to day tasks with your hands because your heart is so brimming with love it can't contain on its own that your body vibrated when ever that light of your life crosses your mind.

Even the way you dress begins to alternate over time as knowing someone so amazing loves you back births newfound confidence inside you tempting you to try that sweater you always admired or throw on those shows you thought clashed to much with your wardrobe.

Not even your circadian rhythms are left untouched as your unconscious minds because to warp how fastly you stay asleep when they stir to leave for what ever cursed reason.

This is what it means at least to me to love someone. To toss aside cinnamon because she can't be in the same room as it, to slow how fast you walk so he can keep pace with you, wearing more stripes because they said it's their favorite pattern for fabrics. Because love is all about change and I can think of nothing more beautiful.

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lonerangerr · 11 months

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Grandmother

Today, a little kid naively asked me "where's your grandmother?"

My eyes get teary i didn't have the reply on that question..how can I explain that my grandmother is not present on the earth..she dwells at heaven; with the god; a happy soul; leaving behind everything; she is under the grace of the god.

She is in my memories; in my heart; in my eyes; in my vein; in my soul.

I can still recount her precious smile; her sweet voice; her lovable reprimands; her favourite things ; her small small cute habits; her favourite sweet.

I can forget everything but not her. I love you grandma. I miss you.

-Your grandchild

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xenscribes · 5 months

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Blog Post 9

I did go ahead and sign into my submittable account. I did submit some poetry in May 2022 to The New Yorker through there. While it did not get picked up I used it as a learning experience. I hope to submit to Cygnet for school and then once I get even stronger submit to some other journals and places again.

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amandamotivacion-blog · 1 year

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songs-i-write-at-3am · 10 months

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Oh Magical Snow-Flake.

I want you.

I want you so badly, oh gosh.

I want us to be together

I want us to touch

I want us to kiss and act silly and have fun

I want to not worry about a thing at this time.

I don’t know if you’re single or not

I don’t know if it’s too early or not

I don’t know if you’ll even consider me

But I want you so badly

I don’t know if we’ll end up together or not

Just few months to wait till I’ll see you again

We only hanged out twice, but i already feel the rush

I am so deeply in love, just looking at your pictures makes me blush.

We never been alone together at the two times we met

But my heart and brain knows you’re the guy i need from the moment we met.

Just wish a miracle snowflake will fall on the tip of your nose in the middle of june that will make you love me,

Love me like i was yours.

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mjaimesserrano · 1 year

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Yay Friday!!! And Believing by Heart

Artwork created by MJS using the Dream app Believing by Heart I don’t believe in love, but for you, I tried I don’t believe in sadness, but for you, I cried I never believed in tomorrow, but for you, I held on I never believed in hope, but your promises caused it to spawn I never believed in forever, because tomorrow seemed too far away I never needed tomorrow, when you were always…

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esmay-austen-paige · 2 years

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I waited for the night to fall and dusk did arrive,

But you never showed your face, not even in disguise.

Why was I not good enough for you to come and fight for?

Why did I think you were good enough to wait for?

Dusk till dawn I did wait, hoping I would see, a knight in shining armor, come to rescue me.

But as the night grew cold and weary, I knew that it was true,

You did not love me as you said…

…And I no longer loved you.

A poem by

~Moon

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deaaaaaa-s-universe · 1 year

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turns and turns and turns

what are we, if not some blurs

will you remember me when I’m gone

will you remember me when I’m no one

just a piece of paper folded endlessly

grab some hands, see if you can breathe

we want everything, but nothing is free

give me your help, so then you’ll never forget me

give me your hand, don’t ever let go

let mine be your sorrow

let mine be your ecstasy

sitting together under the sky

there is nothing else, just you and I

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zettelundzeilen · 1 year

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wayfaringauthorofficial · 2 years

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And suddenly, you consumed my life

yet again.

I never knew it would hurt again,

to be away from you for so long.

Never thought I would fall asleep

yearning for your touch,

if only for just one more night.

What is this feeling,

the one pulsing like a dull throb

as I etch you into my memories once more.

This confusion, this game,

keeps me up in the room you never saw,

the life I built after you left.

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Maybe I can say that I

don't need you anymore,

but wouldn't you know

that it was a lie?

Wouldn't you understand

in a split second that I keep

hoping and wishing

that you'll find your way

back to me?

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mondscheintinte · 2 years

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The day I cut myself open I expected a fountain of blood.

Instead I got this thick black flood of ink dripping on those pages that are too thin for all the words they have to hold.

- mondscheintinte

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popeofmars · 4 months

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I have seen moonlight reflected off dragonscales that does not hold a candle to the light of your smile.

I have held saphires and diamonds that in comparison to your eyes are but shards of broken sea-glass.

Even when floating in a hotsprings in the center of caldera I felt frozen when rembering the warmth of your touch.

When asked of dances I have attended the only one I can recall is that private ball we held beneath the aurora, dancing with the lights as the flowers you wove into our hair sprang free.

There exists no spell, be it cast by witch or warlock, lich or sphinx that could tear me free the enchantment of your gaze when I am so graced to be lost in it.

Nor is there a single dungeon cell or keeps battlements that could slow me when on the path to reunite with you, my Paramore.

You hold both the heart in my chest and breath in my lungs, and I happily give to you the rest of me as long as you will have it.

So to the one who's kiss is lighter than butterflies embrace and whos voice is than honeyed wine I yearn for you every moment and love you more than I can say.

Worry not how ever for soon I will be in your arms once more and be able to translate that love through my actions the first of which will be to take you off your feet and into my spinning embrace.

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lonerangerr · 11 months

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A caged bird

I had a bird in a cage,

i provided everything to that bird.

he had water without going miles,

he had shelter without toil for it,

he had food without searching for it,

But one day when he got the opportunity to escape from the cage....he flew leaving everything behind.

Although, he gave me a lesson that even if he gets every faculty even a gold cage but still he will yearn for liberty; yearn for the open sky; yearn to open his wings; to fly without boundaries.

Now I've realized that "The cage was like a prison for that bird"🕊️

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antipodeanwriter · 2 years

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talesoftheforgottenisles · 5 days

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r3ek · 7 months

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Road trip to san fran with my friends, 2023

Was dating a guy who honestly was absolutely not too sure if he liked me or not (both himself and me for context) , instinctively I used this trip as a sort of way to distance myself both literally and emotionally, citing that my lack of communication and connection was simply because friends, family, music, and hours of driving was abnormally absorbent of my time. Realistically however I think it was sort of an emotional immune reaction, removing him from my day to day for a week allowed me to grieve more slowly and less abruptly, realistically though, the guy ide been seeing had been giving me diluted tastes of a breakup by deciding he could see me one day and then not be with me the next. When I returned home, I removed him like a tumor and began to collect myself for my next round of dramatic poems and hinge dates. Unfortunately, this would lead me down a harder path of a cycle of self-neglect in which I pushed away the two friends pictured in this film photo and myself isolation era began.

San fran from this point forward will forever be a city I feel is deeply rooted in my continual cycle of unrequited emotion and yet a refuge and safe haven from my everyday life. After this trip I have begun to seriously contemplate throwing myself into a bustling city life of art and hard work in cafes in the city of San Francisco. However, while this dream of mine is not entirely out of reach, i find myself too attached to a malignant lifestyle in the suburbs of the Inland empire. Talks of driving to LA for art shows and music and my friends contemplating filming a documentary style piece called Nothing Ever Happens in the IE leave me wondering if San Fran is the place for me yet. Perhaps I am thinking, Ill save her beauty for a breakup I just can't handle, and unfortunately, I do not believe Mr. 'I need you and yet i don't', was not a big enough heartbreak to rip me from my sweaty, slow, and exhausting suburbia hell.

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