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protanomaly-0c1420 · 2 years

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always in my head; forever present

and I said I love you, chanted it alongside your name like a prayer in my head. over and over as if it was beyond my control it repeated. as if it were the breath in my lungs that kept me alive, the blood in my veins was the love that pounded in my heart and in my head, filled me as if I was a cup, and poured over the edges

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scribblersobia · 3 years

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I carved your name a million times in the billions of stars because I love you the way I love nights and scintillates in the dark.

@scribblersobia

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mirrorworld12 · 6 years

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You can look into the eyes

And tell if they have loved

if they are still waiting

for it to come back

or if they are left on the way

with nowhere to go

That's what love do to you

you speak the languages that

do not exist.

mirror💕

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kalimutana · 6 years

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She's so afraid to fall in love again. Not because of heartbreaks. But it is because of the time and effort that it'll be wasting again for the wrong person she have been hoping to be her last.

-Judd Maude

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writtenconsiderations · 5 years

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Conflicted Addiction

(Old poem, need to revise it)

Pills are my meal. Alcohol my water. Strange the new normal.

So serene in this inverted world.

Always in a fog. Don’t care at all. I no longer hear fear call.

I swallow pill after pill just to feel real.

My days are a maze. At night I hallucinate. My mind lazy.

This addiction is holding me hostage.

My body numb. Irrational mood. My conduct so lewd.

Have I gone too far? I don’t know what to do.

So much rage! So, so ill. Talking crazy.

I need intervention but I’m too weak to save me.

Pills are dulling. Alcohol drowns. I’m falling down.

I need the relief, though it’ll end in grief.

I want to live again. Not just exist. Am I strong enough to end this?

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scribblersobia · 3 years

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Dear self,

I believe in you, respect you, care for you. I adore you. I know you are not weak and, you can achieve whatever you want. I am proud to have you. I know you are brilliant and spectacular. I know you are a beautiful human being with a beautiful heart and, there is no one like you. And I want to confess that I am always there for you in thick and thin because I love you. I love you to the moon and back. Just don't give up on yourself and keep moving forward. I love, love, love, love, and love you.

Forever yours, I.

@scribblersobia

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scribblersobia · 3 years

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MEMORIES...

I opened my phone gallery to delete some screenshots and there I stumbled upon an album, which I have saved by the name, MEMORIES. I do not want to open it but I had this urge to go back at what I had and how everything "was" which is now just a tense, a past tense.

I saw all those pictures, some bought a smile on my face, and some bought tears in my eyes. Someone has truly said, time flies, it does. I felt that while going through my "Memories ". It's weird to see, how at one point of your life, you have everything and at the next, all you have, photographs. It's weird to see, how we can't change or erase anything from the past. It's weird to be able to feel those moments of love, joy, and sorrow. It's weird to be able to smell the fragrance of ' that ' particular day when those photographs were clicked.

You know what, while going through "MEMORIES ", my mind was in a battle of questions that I want to ask each one of those who are in "MEMORIES ".

I want to ask my childhood best friend, why we don't talk like that now? What just happened to you suddenly? Why did you just changed and treated me like I was no one in your life? Did you forget how I was there for you when no one else was? Why we are no more friends like we were in "MEMORIES ".

I want to ask my mom and dad, why don't you trust me anymore? Why do you think I can't succeed in my life? Why you feel I am less than others just because today I am failing doesn't mean I will remain a failure all my life. I love you and I will make you proud but why don't we sit together and you listen to me like the way you use to do in "MEMORIES ".

I want to ask my relatives, why you hate me? I never thought your bad then why me? Why don't you let me live in peace? Why don't you still mind your own business like you all use to do when I was a little kid like in " MEMORIES ".

I want to ask all those I have lost, where did you go? Don't you all miss us? You know I still have your photos and phone numbers and I call them "MEMORIES ".

It is weird to see how we shared everything and now you are a total stranger to me.

I want to ask the guy I fell in love with, is it true that you never loved me? Are you running away from me or yourself? Was I not enough for you? I wanted to learn how to let go but not from you, why did you teach me this? Will we meet one day? Will you realize where did you go wrong that day? You are my sweet n sour "MEMORIES ".

I want to ask that one friend who always listens to me, how do we resonate a lot? How do you understand me? Do you believe in me? Will you be like this forever? If yes then, I would love to keep you in my "MEMORIES".

I want to ask myself, how did you grow up so fast? How are you feeling today? Will you win over the problems you have today? How did you learn so many life lessons and skills? Did your failures made you strong? Are you afraid of time because it's running so fast? Are you okay? I want to see you happy because you are the "MEMORIES " I will die one day.

I don't know whether I will receive answers to these questions or not. Maybe I will never receive those answers but I understand one thing that if I have grown in all these "MEMORIES " then everyone who was and is part of "MEMORIES " has also grown up. We all are on a separate journey, my friends, my mom - dad, my siblings, my love, and even those whom I have lost, were on their journey. We all come here, we learn and only a few of us allow ourselves to grow.

WE MADE MEMORIES WE ARE MAKING MEMORIES WE WILL MAKE MEMORIES AND ONE DAY, WE WILL BECOME A MEMORY.

- Sobia.

@scribblersobia

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scribblersobia · 3 years

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Rain, rain don't go away. Stay here for another day.

We will dance, We will laugh in the weirdest ways.

Rain, rain don't go away. Stay here for another day.

Hail has also arrived making a whistling sound. That made my heart pound.

I am soaked in rain, and the fragrance of wet soil feels like heaven to my brain.

Dancing and singing in this night, under the rainy sky, collecting hailstones makes me feel alive.

And, all I want is a tight hug from my love because I am dozing and rosing tonight.

@scribblersobia

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scribblersobia · 3 years

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You loved him.

He loved her.

Secretly, you wished for him.

But he wanted her.

He left you. She left him.

You are alone. He is alone.

And, this is how two gutted hearts lived after.

@scribblersobia

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scribblersobia · 3 years

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It is strange to think how our deepest desires never get full filled, how we lose certain people we never wanted to lose, how everything we wished never happened, how we craved to be loved by 'that' one person who never loved us back. It is a sad feeling, you know, you feel a weird emotion of pain and hurt in your stomach and chest when you think about this. It breaks my heart. I wished I could have it all.

@scribblersobia

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scribblersobia · 3 years

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And, as time passed, you solely became a memory in the gallery of my mind.

@scribblersobia

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scribblersobia · 3 years

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Romantic Love is when you feel a tingling sensation in every part of your body and butterflies in your stomach. It is when you blush every time you hear their name. It is when you won't miss a chance to see them. It is when you became a poet of your universe. Love is more than the word, L-O-V-E, it is a feeling, only some lucky people get to feel.

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scribblersobia · 3 years

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Dear rain,

I love those mornings when I wake up seeing you on my window glass. I love how you make me smile. I love to see you laughing and dancing. I love to admire you. I find peace in you. I love how you leave dry soil drenched and, I love the scent of wet earth. It feels like the fragrance of God, so pure and divine. I love you, rain.

-A Pluviophile.

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scribblersobia · 3 years

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Yesterday night the moon whispered in my ears, That I am in love with you, dear.

You have the blush of roses on your checks, Your eyes are ocean-like deep,

Your body is like a beautifully crafted diamond, Your hair is like the river flowing longest,

Your heart is like the sweetest apple, Your soul sounds like a Christmas carol.

Your feet are soft like tulip petals, Your hands are like cotton sepals.

Your voice sings the melodious songs. You are shining in the dark, so strong.

Let me love you, aphrodite, forever and long.

@scribblersobia

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scribblersobia · 3 years

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‘My favorite person.’

You know what, things just end, Today I woke up and there was no good morning text from my 'favorite person,' I didn't get to hear how his day went, we guys don't share our problems anymore, I will never get to laugh and cry with him, there will be no long video calls and texting for hours, there will be no good night texts from him there will be no mistakes and apologies after a fight, there will be no I love you, there will be no I miss you, there will be no future plannings, and I will never get to see him again, my 'favorite person.'

@scribblersobia

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scribblersobia · 3 years

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”If I know the magical box where smiles are kept then, I will use my conjuring tricks to open it. It will be the best day of my life, and I will color the whole world with beautiful smiles.”

I wrote this when I was a little school girl. I remember this was my first piece of writing. I remember how proud, I felt after writing those four lines and felt like a successful writer. That was such a gleeful feeling. I was a 'tiny' girl with colossal dreams. Sometimes, I miss her, that 'tiny' me. Time flies.

@scribblersobia

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