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trustonlystars · 2 days ago
I like life a little blurry,
I don't wish to capture a moment as it seems.
The sharp edges often leave cuts,
so I let the feelings sink in, magic to sneak in,
I let some love drip in.
And if you asked me what does art do to me?
I'd say it blurs out the lines my mind drew,
and that paint is a magically profound pleasure.
And if you asked me how is paint a pleasure?
I'd say it's just like love,
no matter what you do, it's always bright,
and it leaves some bit on your skin that refuses to leave.
I like life a little messy, with a little paint on my fingers.
- trustonlystars | Jannie F.
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pocketfullofpoesies · a day ago
we are not here to judge
(others and their experiences)
but witness
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dancing-on-the-waves · 13 hours ago
Within me is a fire A smoldering fire Yearning to be a raging, All consuming Living fire
In this bed of coals hiding There are sparks abiding Yet to be doused or putout Still lighting
These sparks have not gone out though rare They just need a breath of air Someone to take notice To be fed See them there
All it needs is a hand A bit of tenderness to fan What is yet alive... In me Waiting to expand
There’s a fire set apart Waiting to warm your heart Waiting to engulf With passion, And love your heart
Within me is a fire
K. C. Barry
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ginadope · a day ago
Twenty seven thresholds crossed Only to end up In a garden of walls Peace loves the chase Why wouldn’t it, even The universe just keeps going There’s nothing left to prove Now that I’m useless, still missing And, captain - I can’t help but Feel free
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i've always loved you one way or another. i break out of your ribs only to bury myself back in. i've always loved you one way after the other. everything else is a fleeting state — cruel, fluid transience leading me back to you.
some ghosts you just miss, darling — some ghosts, you'd die just to see again.
— fray narte, "july"
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followcb · 16 hours ago
The Fire (We are Eternal)
genius emotions
charismatic, demanding, theatrical
highly individualistic
beautiful and expressive
creative art exhibition
talented or tenacious... (thinking quietly)
visionary or violator... (simply considering)
disruptor or virtuoso... (contemplating)
heart wisdom
fearless, insightful, universal
spiritually empowering
triumphant and transformational
musical poetic completion
through love we are one... (you know it)
through life we are united... (yes, we are)
through God we are eternal... (the fire)
©️ @followcb ☆ November 28, 2021
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claphandsound · 20 hours ago
The word snake begins with your sinuous picture:
ophidian reptile curving and swirling
so as to look back at its own arching tail –
the serpentine slither held still as a sleeping
snail and oh so subtle!
 Sizzle, snap, sigh and smack are among your safari of sounds
as you sweep the salt off a steep set of stairs
and there you are at the start
of star, startled, swordfish, and snow swirl.
 The essence of S? As Z concludes the whole train
of ferocious alphabet, you complete what now is.
 © Scott Thompson
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pelicandensity · a day ago
no need for
the grand
and glorious
a quiet evening
with you
will be just
I'm never
when I'm
with you
no need
to fill
the silence
with words
the heart
a different
only you
can hear
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delightsofmysoul · 2 days ago
Let there be light
I have loved you fiercely Wholeheartedly Without question In the dark of the night My mind turns to darkness To madness To unmentioned slights To acts that although forgiven Stained my soul Events seem harsher by night You have dismissed me My soul and heart united in grief Weeping tears of gratitude and betrayal For I am by nature compassionate Forgiving You will not let me in Will not begin a conversation So I turned inward replaying past and imagining future conversations in my mind Every part of my being is in turmoil Thinking Perhaps even hoping that you are experiencing a little of this unsettledness It is too much to bear Thinking that you are merrily living your life While I am standing on the other side of us Trying with all my might Crowbar firmly gripped in both hands Attempting to wedge the door open Even slightly As I do so voices tell me to walk away Say farewell Move forward However minutely Meanwhile I will hope for a while longer For some sign from you That I matter That you care Knowing all the while My waiting and hoping is quite possibly in vain.
Delightsofmysoul 26 November 2021
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heartofmuse · a day ago
Oh, I miss you. I miss you so much the tears that pour down my cheeks can't fill this ache. My heart so desolate it's scorched ground, a salted plain.
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smokeinsilence · a year ago
have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t
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creatingnikki · 5 months ago
Yeah it's perfectly okay to cut people off if they drain your energy but remember that people are not plants. And you are not gardening. Okay, bad analogy but here me out. People are people. Not trash that you take them out because it's stinking and you're sick of it. Sure, there are very trashy people. But ask yourself this: Am I cutting this person out of my life because they suck or because they did this thing to piss me off and I don't have the energy or courage to confront them about it? I say this time and again. This doesn't apply for abusive people. Ghost them. Run for your life and sanity. But with everyone else? That person who's been your friend for 10 years or that boy you went out with for 2 dates, respect them a little more. Have a conversation. Say a goodbye. Don't just label every person who doesn't agree with everything you say and do and doesn't vibe with you all the time as "toxic" and write them off. It's very difficult to understand each other and we're often never on the same page as others. If we don't try, if we don't even encourage a discussion, how are we going to survive as a society? How are we going to remain emotionally intelligent animals? Do we really want to back track evolution? Can we really not just give a person a chance? Or are we so woke that we are going to post about boundaries and mental well being and compassion on our Instagram stories every week but forget that, rather willfully ignore that, people are not to be discarded at the first sign of something unpleasant or inconvenient.
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dg-fragments · 4 months ago
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A night of full moon illustrated tranquility,
with the sea, there was a certain serendipity,
perhaps a mediocre calm before the storm,
or an apparently chaotic mind left forlorn,
and yet the seemingly quiet waves were hissing,
that there was indeed something missing,
but amid the uncertainties lying within our way,
the moon was still beautiful, wouldn't you say?
- DG
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nothingiwriteisforyou · 3 months ago
I let you in
As if it meant nothing
A passing thought
One shot ringing
Through the dark
You crept in
Wandering endlessly
Bleeding into my veins
Holding my heart
Hostage to your pain
Taking my life
As if it’s all
You ever wanted
As if it meant nothing
//to kill me slowly
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the weight of your breaths is burning its way inside my skin. this is a catastrophe we're in now, darling, and i resemble all of your crestfallen asters, dried and dusty in your altar — now caught in a forest fire. this is a catastrophe we're in now but heathens like me don't burn down, and i have loved you with such fatality i didn't once possess. i have loved you like stray dust in lilac vapors. i have loved you, like stray wind in a firestorm.
this is the calm we're in now darling — and i have loved you to the point of no return.
— fray narte
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poetbitesback · a month ago
an ancient forest god hides in the body of the smallest little girl you’ve ever seen. with every step the ground shakes as roots split the earth deep, settling her claim further. we are all her’s and we just don’t know it yet. hidden behind a toothy grin and tangle of pigtails is a fury that could rival the sea. have you ever tried to cut down kudzu only to find that it has devoured your shears and driveway and childhood trauma and last nights chicken bones come morning? that’s her. she spreads endlessly. it’s more than a little unfair, the way she reaches out with tiny flowered-fingers to hold our every hurt and still we can’t find a way to worship in return. every god a girl hearing the prayers and problems that perhaps they shouldn’t have to.
— unworthy of a gods favor // Olivia Larson
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