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solacepoems · 16 days
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There's a golden crown
Of shame sitting at the top of my head
like a halo.
And under my tongue festers my
father's need to stay silent,
and my mother's urge to be known.
Trembling fingers grasping eachother,
A silent
Sorry excuse of a prayer;
"Bring the stars down on me."
- subway station, by Solace
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solacepoems · 21 days
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And at night
When the sky is too cloudy to see
The stars,
My whispered question to God
is bouncing of the walls of my room:
Am I loved?
Am I loved?
Am I loved?
The echoes sounding like footsteps from childhood,
And the only comfort I am yearning for is from a six-year-old me.
Shaky knees and eyes drowned,
'I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry'
- a hug that could heal, by Solace
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solacepoems · 2 months
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It was
Only at your absence that I noticed
That your presence were
The hands of a 13-year-old me
choking me.
Fragile fingers desperately strangling my throat.
And a phone call,
Ending at 36 minutes meant
Fingers letting loose
Fingers letting loose
Fingers letting loose
- finally feel my age, by Solace
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solacepoems · 2 months
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And love.
Love,
Oh there was so much of it.
And yet I ached for more.
Cracked lips and aching fingers I craved
to be drowned in it.
- I had a dream about you yesterday, by Solace
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solacepoems · 2 months
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I can't tell anyone
what I'm feeling because
it's all these crashing waves of
emotions
Drowning me in my own bones.
And to you?
To you they'd just be words.
Letters mixed with my anguished sobs.
So I lock all my sorrows in my eyes
And pray you see it,
Because
I never thought about how
Lonely
Drowning is.
- on nightwatch, by Solace
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solacepoems · 2 months
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My childhood is buried
deep in my bones,
Memories running through
my blood keeping me alive.
Like pearls inside a seashell, I have carefully placed them between
my ribs,
into my core.
And I am the diver
Collecting these seconds
of experienced love,
in awe of them in my hands,
a treasure in my heart.
- core memories, by Solace
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solacepoems · 3 months
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Love actually is real.
I heard her footsteps when she walked into my livingroom last night.
There she sat down and laughed with my sisters and I.
She trailed her fingers across our old pictures of our childhood and hummed with quiet nostalgia,
Late in the night, when sleep had covered us up with his blanket, Love got up and quietly exited.
And tomorrow, when I wake and walk into the kitchen, I know that as soon as my siblings wake up, Love will be opening that front door to my house.
- Love has a key to my house, by Solace
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solacepoems · 3 months
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There is a pomegranate seed the size of a fist
Stuck in
My throat,
And I keep trying to list the things about me
that I never told anyone
To prove myself
I have always existed
- tartarus in my stomach, by Solace
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solacepoems · 3 months
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They say 70% of a body is made of love
(Or was it water?)
Tonight I am dehydrated,
I have wept it all out,
Being strangled by it on it's way
out.
Cried myself a river,
Saw it grow into an ocean.
But water lives in a cycle;
Tomorrow I shall be floating,
Gathering up pieces of myself
Until I am strong
Enough to be brought back to earth.
- not a bad thing, just a sad one. By Solace
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solacepoems · 3 months
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I missed church this morning because three of my friends were sleeping over
I missed church this morning because I couldn't miss the moment they all woke up,
When the light starts to enter the
room,
When laughter pours in and fills
every empty corner,
When breathing becomes easier
And tomorrow doesn't feel like
a burden anymore.
I missed chrurch this morning but God was still all around.
- Cleaning up after you is a privilege, by Solace
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solacepoems · 3 months
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And these thoughts I'm having are the same ones my father felt inside of him when he was young,
Intertwined
And my unyielding love for my sisters must be the very same love my mother has,
Intertwined
And whenever I'm anxious I play with the golden watch my grandfather gave my grandmother,
Intertwined
And if I'm happy my laugh mimics that of my friends
Intertwined
And whenever I'm sad I shed tears that have passed trough this earth a thousand times.
Intertwined
Is there another way to exist on earth than to be rooted among decades of love?
- neverending existence, by Solace
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solacepoems · 3 months
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Overwhelmed by the need to live.
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solacepoems · 3 months
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And this loneliness
Is a pit in my stomach
Pulling
me
Down.
But it's the crippling
Understanding
that I'm
not known
by anyone
That fills my mind as my eyes catch the last rays of sun.
And how do you get help
When you know you have a signal,
But no one to send the SOS message to?
- unsent coordinates, by Solace
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solacepoems · 3 months
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There's a lion in the zoo in my home town.
They put a picture of it in the newspaper.
It's bright and untamed mane clashing next to the snowy ground,
Pawprints behind it that should not exist in this place.
The hollowness in it's eyes
as it looks at the cage
we have forced upon it
must be something
manmade.
And I can't stop the cries
in my mind;
Haven't we learned from our mistakes?
We have chained ourselves in these cities,
killed the nature around us, and taught to the children that this is how it should be, that
People don't belong in the wild.
But I share the same hunger as that lion.
An all devouring need to be free,
And we're both harbouring a hatred that will someday grow deep and strong enough to break us out of here.
Let the wild things be free.
- the Lion of korkeasaari, by Solace
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solacepoems · 4 months
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And I feel like I'm losing
The touch to poetry,
Although I could never dare to think I had it in the first place.
But how else do I explain that everything I write sounds like someone else?
That I feel like a liar typing this out?
writing in a language
I wear as a mask.
Because words are too real when they're spoken in the tongue of your childhood.
They hold too much memory.
- Miten palata kieleen jonka kielsi kolmetoista vuotiaana?, kirjoittanut Solace
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solacepoems · 4 months
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The little wizard sat on the rooftop of his all too lonely house,
His feet dangling in the air,
above the world,
Beneath the skyline.
His eyes towards the night,
His hands reaching to the stars.
"Bless me, little fires, teach me to fly."
The little wizard picked the stars from the nightsky,
Pressed them onto his heart,
Into his mouth.
"Bless me, little fires, teach me to burn up there,
rather than fade away down below."
- stories from childhood, by Solace
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solacepoems · 5 months
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I think
There was a
Poem
in me yesterday.
But I lost it,
In the memories,
Under my footsteps.
- Will we be the same tomorrow? Are we the same now? by Solace
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