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mimisempai · 9 months
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me when u post literally anything, sending love
Me reading your message!
Happy to bring joy as always!
Thank you for sending it back to me!
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thoughtsfromb4 · 12 days
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There Is An Angel Who Sits Upon My Shoulder Who Goes By The Name Of Death
Preface: For the last day of mental health month, I wanted to share something I wrote that deals with some rather dark struggles. Struggles that I know others face as well. Struggles that I hope might be eased for just one person who reads this, even if only in the smallest way.
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death, And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I can always feel his breath As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth.
He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape, One who has no single voice nor form yet is somehow always horrific in his shape When my mind’s eye sees him lying in the darkest shadows of my brain's path-illogical landscape.
For while it may be hidden, we are locked in eternal battle, one to which we both are bound, And though the clashes rage on deep within, the fighting furious and yet without a sound, The hardest part is not the fighting, it is the feeling that there will never be any respite to be found.
This war is one without casualties but still with victims–its battles waged within the mind– But even having entreated aid from all my demons with any values I could trade in kind, I have yet to even dream of any type of peace accords to which we would both agree to bind.
But what I have paid in pain to learn in this seemingly Sisyphean struggle is that one cannot sit idly by, That every new assault of his is but an opportunity for me to learn new tactics that I can in future then apply. Thus I have vowed: Whatever new mental munitions he has in store for me, nor what deadly schemes I must yet defy– Though I know, like you, I too will one day meet my end, it shall be he who will be the first to die.
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sillyfairygarden · 1 year
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[h20 voice] oh no, cleo!
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poemsonmars · 6 months
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you told me that daisies
are your favorite flower
and i had to fight the urge
to plant a bouquet
of them in my lungs.
i want to cough up
petals and stems
when you smile at me.
i want to be so full of
your favorite things
that i forget how to breathe.
-mars
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aurevives · 1 year
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— Aure Vives, ‘An extraordinary amount of joules’
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shunrehihosumedha · 28 days
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इस खुबसूरती को क्या नाम दूँ? जन्नत
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xojack · 17 days
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Little Mirrors
You loved to look into my eyes
And compare them to the night skies.
But I realized, slowly, it wasn’t for connection.
It was merely to gaze at your own reflection.
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short poem by me, @jackxo
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My heart is heavy and my energy is low
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The same forever.
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"Someday, someone will look at you with a light of love in their eyes that you have never found, they will look at you as if you were everything they have been pilgrimaging their whole life. If you get to feel it, it may be the love story in life you've been waiting for."
—  Juan Francisco Palencia.
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lamepoetrybylame · 4 months
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So much chemistry
Between you & I
Perhaps I'm reading it wrong
So much for being about love
This chemistry
I know
You want me to want you
But I should remain
Remain yours
Though I don't get to be yours
What chemistry
The same that leaves us both silent
When you & I are in rooms together
Our bodies know
Even our minds reveal the truth
We just waiting on each other
History making us afraid of each other
Chemistry
Will we ever get over ourselves
And give in to what we know is true
This chemistry
I wish it never existed
I wish I never felt it
Though I am appreciative of it
A reminder that I'm alive
Chemistry
So much chemistry
- lame
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flowerfromflorence · 5 months
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a-j-s-the-only · 19 days
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Would you rather be alone in the woods with a man or a bear?
“a bear would stop at death”
“we aren’t choosing the bear because we’d think we’d survive.”
“I’d rather feed a bear and it’s cubs than feed a man’s sick fantasies”
“people would believe me when I told them I was attacked by a bear”
“people would stop the bear”
“if I survived a bear attack, people would call me a warrior, not a whore.”
“a bear wouldn’t come into my room again.”
“A bear would do it out of survival, not enjoyment.”
“I wouldn’t have to see the bear at family reunions”
“a bear wouldn’t rape you.”
“if it was a bear, who’s going to ask me what I was wearing?”
“bears live in the woods, not in your house.”
“I wouldn’t be told to forgive the bear.”
“a bear can kill her or leave her alone, and a man has that and a million other opportunities.”
-a collection of women, and men
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voicesandthoughts · 1 year
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I want simple things
Like folding laundry with you
Anything would do
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poemsonmars · 4 months
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i have spent years
trying to string together
the prettiest words
for the people that i love,
but i have never had anyone
that will write me poetry
in return until you.
you say i'm rubbing off on you
and i smile and say that
it is a mutual happening,
but i'm not sure if i'm
becoming more like you
or if i'm just realizing
how much of you has
always been in me.
i think i have known you forever.
i think i have loved you even longer.
-mars
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soulinkpoetry · 4 months
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When hearts are touched by love they don’t feel the distance. Some people think that friends have to call you or text you every day to be considered friends. I don’t agree. Some of my best friends are childhood friends who I don’t speak to often but once we meet our friendship is so strong that we just pick up where we left off. With the same excitement, the same love, the same concern for each other’s well being and happiness.
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