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softsweetwhispers · 2 months

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The wind brushes against the baby cherry blossoms in the trees, featherlight teasing causing them to shiver. It carries with it the scent of camellia and daffodil, a sign of blossoming hope and the beginning of spring.

The air is painted with pastel colors, hues of green and yellow and blue. The weather, once biting and cold, is now something inviting. It wraps around her playfully, its ministrations barely felt under the soft fabric of her jacket.

She’s not one to put meaning into the seasons changing, but even she cannot deny the beauty of the world opening up around itself; like the hidden, unrivaled wings of a butterfly, colors staining its delicate form, emerging from its cocoon. The way the animals stir, the way the plants turn towards the sun, which seems to brighten under the attention, the way everything seems to wake up, livening under spring’s life after winter’s long drag.

March is here, with its undeniable optimism and renewed possibility. Without it will come, undoubtedly, the trials and tribulations of starting from the beginning, the hardships and challenges that will threaten to tear her down.

But for now she is new and enlightened. She will gracefully embrace this change and all that comes with it, and she will survive, only to come back stronger again, as she does every year.

| k. - @nosebleedclub march i. blossoming hope

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starryvomit · 1 month

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elizabeth-rose07 · 9 months

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Urban Twilight

Hold me in the urban twilight,

I’ll be your dream city delight

Too busy rebuilding our bones

to call anything else home.

I’d like to know your skin

Marks and scars mapping where you’ve been

Stars shining down on constellations of your own

What if we let curiosity roam?

City lights hit my delicate foggy eyes

but with you I’ve never been so alive.

This city may be ours

But the twilight is all mine

-Elizabeth Rose

(This one is pretty happy so yay)

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ikarus-wax-wings · 4 months

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new year

It's a privledge to have someone to miss Someone I've not lost But someone who's still here Just a little ways off A little farther down the road Someone I can still speak to Still tell I love you

I am still lonely But not quite alone And not so grey about it all

I'm here,

Celebrating a new year as I always do Contemplating my life Wondering how I did it all How I made it

Yet also- How even that is some feat And I wait until my fingers are frozen Again And I remember how fireworks smell Again And I go to bed too late Again

But This year- A year that has made me this ghost you see here Or barely see With wavering lines And far away eyes And not much of an ability to live Just carried by a body's distaste for death

And it's been horrible It is horrible To make it To be here To see the same thing I did last year The same balcony The same fireworks

The same loneliness

But Not the same (Is it?)

Because there's an I love you text at midnight And an I'm proud of you (Sent to me first) Someone who's glad I'm here

There's a suitcase in my room And a plane I'll have a ticket for soon Someone who's already buying bedsheets And saying I'm excited to see you Saying things so absurd as Please be a burden

Like they want me there Want me as a person With space Who makes the floorboards creak And empties the pantry

And so I'm lonely But I get to send a kiss to someone I love I get to know I'm on my way out Of this place that's held me underwater for too long

And maybe I can't feel it yet Can't feel much of anything in this state-

Except sometimes love for someone who actually loves me back And the smile they've found on my face When it'd have been lost by now Without them

And this pain It's unforgettable and real Realer than me But I have hope this time Not the same loneliness

New year? Yeah, I can do that

(I think I'll be able to want to do that)

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autumnentirely · 6 months

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Tidal

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sapphicjunglefever · 7 months

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the lover’s anatomy.

the veins pump in my blood,

straight to my heart.

it beats all for you , just for you.

when you look at me with such admiration,

it creates a sensation that i can’t escape.

and suddenly i forget how to breathe.

my lungs are tight like a warm hug,

and my stomach churns.

i can’t shake the feeling when i’m around you,

and my brain can no longer remember how to form words that leave my mouth.

i have nothing left to say, so i speak in the love language of touch.

holding your hand in mine is indescribably the best thing, and this is the recipe for lover’s anatomy.

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thatcrazywitch · 6 months

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bend the universe

you never appreciated pain like i did never stared at shimmering, prismatic remains and marveled at the rainbows cascading across your broken body while crimson poured from your skin like waterfalls

so when i ripped my vines from all the places we’d grown intertwined over time all you saw were empty spaces on forms that held proof that no one could ever love you

maybe that’s why i’m thriving because we’ve never seen eye to eye you see in facts and figures in equations in harsh truths i see in similes and metaphors in musings in gentle contemplations

i’ve practiced twisting heartbreaks into stories perfected carrying burdens like tunes sung loudly and proudly and those aren’t scars on my arms they’re stick and poke tattoos i can bend the universe around me

or at least i can try try not to see the gaping maw of encroaching dark where you used to reside always within reach try not to feel the sharp pain of thorns ripped from my skin where you’d woven your soul into every facet of me cause if i think too hard i can’t breathe can’t see can’t hear can’t be

it can’t be over

but it has to be

you can only walk a path paved with broken glass for so long until you go numb bleed out and lose everything you thought you had

and i can appreciate growing pains that come with change but we were stunted from the start pruned too soon by quiet violence and over saturated with saccharine promises we were so young

so young and dumb and so deeply in love because you were the first person to make it look easy to love me and i was the first person you tried to trust

and i know i caved and broke every vow i ever made but you tried to drown me in your shadow when i reached for the sun and i could forgive the missteps we made when we were young but we were supposed to grow up get better and bend the universe together

but that won’t be and i’m sorry i can’t take you with me sorry it had to end like this sorry it couldn’t be different but i had to go and my only hope is one day you’ll look at the wounds left from me minus you and see rainbows

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dramatic-intemperance · 5 months

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Notes to an Alien #1

Dear Alien, You must see a street concert before you leave planet earth.

Not a street performer, no, while they are still brilliant it’s not the same. You must see a proper street concert, when it’s cold and dark and you are stumbling about your own way down the pavement.

How do you identify “street concerts” you ask? That’s a good question, perhaps I should describe one to you.

Usually, it’s someone standing in the middle of a gathering. This person will have a guitar or microphone, or nothing at all. They don’t need any of these things, because everyone singing around them already knows the words, already knows the melody.

And the melody is oh so charming, you’ve heard it before in many places. It is when you’re singing along that you will realize that during these street concerts any kind of restrictive reason is abandoned for the simple sake of joy. Like when the ocean looks too tempting and everyone can’t resist the urge to throw their shoes off, still clothed, to dip their feet into the water.

You won’t be able to buy tickets to these concerts, or find a date or time somewhere. They are different from the real proper concerts you’ve probably seen.

Maybe your real concert didn’t happen. And it is during the lull and disparity of waiting at the train station that someone will brilliantly decide “Hey, who cares, we can make our own!”

Or, alternatively. My favourite:

Maybe it’s after one of these real concerts will you happen to find a street counterpart. Bodies huddled around, in a small street clearing. Everyone will be singing their own version of the concert that they had just seen. Your voice is already hoarse, you might be tired from standing, you might be off key and get the lyrics wrong. That’s alright, what matters is that you are loudest at the chorus. Starting your night out, anew.

Because you’ll find, during your small little stint on earth, that humans are greedy. We will never want the good times to end. There is little else to do but enjoy the spontaneity. To close your eyes, hang your head back and sing along.

Now you know what it looks like, finding it is up to you. You won’t know when or where this will happen, but it will be worth dropping everything for. Trust me. You need to stick around long enough to see one. - A pursuer of fun

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ridiculousnighttears · 5 days

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To my friends <33333

A fresh start.

Trembling, teary-eyed, red,

I stand up from the ground.

Nothing will be the same.

As the birds sing in symphony,

as waves of wind hit my broken body,

I grasp a hand towards the light,

I smile slightly, hopefully.

For I have decided to heal.

Let Spring kiss my cracked skin,

let myself take care of what has been ruined.

Did we deserve this, all of this?

Unable to stay like this, the fate of a butterfly.

My wings may change their color,

my heart may stop crying.

I will piece the mirror back together.

And blue skies will welcome me with open arms,

and hope will peacefully rule in the hurt soul.

I am loved and cherished, cared for.

I cannot let doubt demolish my being again.

Like a hyacinth I will bloom,

lovely and pure again, a fresh start.

No more a rose, hurting and dying,

whispers in the dark saying she will cut you.

I will take my freedom, grasp it.

Yearning for it, I adore it.

Eyes will shine, I am full of love,

I will heal, it will all be fine!

And no fear will make me fall.

I am young, I am wild, I am free,

I am happy and too gone,

I bathe in the sunlight at 8pm.

I have you, all of you.

Offering your hands to get me out of here,

gently smiling, uttering kindness in the dark.

And I shall not run away, this is my chance.

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azurexaiya · 6 months

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16.3.2023 No.22.

.noname

Watching the sunset with eyes of a freedom

not the ones of a suicide man

One of the most beautiful things

Is an old man buying flowers on a open market place

Look

We are alive

There is trash on the floor

But we are alive

There is pollution in the air

But we are alive

There is war going on

But we are alive

There is pain in our heart

But we are alive

The scars on us are healing so badly

But we are alive

The trees are still blooming

Cats are still purring

Rain is still falling from the sky

As much as the sun and the moon are changing it's place

And the Earth still spins

Time flows

And it flew throughout times terrible and less terrible

Throughout lives beautiful and less beautiful

Long ones and short ones

And we are still alive right now

The children are playing around

And the nature still minds its own business

And we are alive

Isn't it beautiful to have such an honor to feel?

Feel pain and love and fear

To know that we are truly living

Isn't that beautiful?

I just wish I could be fully awake

To feel it all like a child

Without the walls around me

But no fire and no hurt can strip me from the truth of being able to know that I have a life to live

Everything is as it should be

Because if it wasn't, it wouldn't be

And we are alive

Right now

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beautifullymacabre · 2 months

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each morning i climb a flight of stairs

to cross over the rails to the other platform.

the barrier is always raised.

i could just cross the tracks.

but then i would miss this view.

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legoflowercrucifix · 24 days

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Cruelty

I watch my cruelness extend to others

Just as it has infected me

I watch it take me over

And with me

Fall the others

Will I allow this world to extend its cruelty through me? Will I allow myself to take others down, or will I stand tall and proud, refusing to step on others to stand my ground.

Will I hold out a hand

As no one did for me

Not allowing the coursing jealousy

And bitterness

That for years I was feeding

To kill what little hope is fleeting

I cant allow the world to change me as it wants

Yes I can bite the hand, or I can turn and walk

I've bled enough, it's time to take a stand

Against the ruthlessness and loss

Against everything telling me I am alone

I could be multitudes, existing as one

Just have to reach out

Just make that call

Just gotta show the world that there is still light

For now I sit here, alone in my room

Knowing that a brighter tomorrow

Will be here soon

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starryvomit · 10 days

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“a good man leads and a good woman follows.”

-S.

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thevoidscreamer · 10 months

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Grand, by Lettercast

Zero-G butterflies fluttering by

The edges of this beautiful rift

So massive it could swallow the stars

So impossible I can't take it in

Indigo sky singing my favorite thunder tunes

Reds and oranges so stark I might go blind

The dust grounding my soles

Clay turning thick and slick

As raindrops start to hit

And I can feel the rumble of it

The engines and the boosters rattling to life

It's almost takeoff, for me

And soon this grand, grand place

Will be a tiny half-pixel, on three little blue pixels

In the middle of that great, vast, nothingness

Of infinity times infinity

Of possibilities I may inhabit

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the-daily-poet-yellow-heart · 10 months

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Extraordinary

No day is ordinary No, not with you You set my heart a free To see with lenses renewed Not one day is ordinary Not when I have you Filled with abundant hope You teach me love’s true value Not a day of ordinary When you’re by my side I put my faith and love in you To discover each day in strides With you I can face the world For I know that you’ll carry Me through all the wind and storms Each day becomes extraordinary

—S. Lee

July 25, 2023

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misty1111 · 6 months

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A new day in a new land

My toes wiggle in new sand.

My mind is expansive and present.

I feel both confident and anxious.

I don’t know what awaits me on these foreign shores.

I could spend a night or a life here.

Which will it be?

Only future me, knows.

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