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poet4days · 2 months

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metanein · 1 month

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I want to be loved, not just told 'I love you's

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vomitingwords · 7 months

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"Sometimes, I hope people can always say what they truly feel. And be genuine about it. No restrictions. No holding back. No keeping all the most important parts.

But then I remembered that I myself couldn't even do that. So why would I expect other people to be like that?

I realized that sometimes we have to choose what we only have to say from the words that we truly want to say. Every word doesn't have to be said out loud; rather, let our actions show what we truly mean. Because not everyone has the time to listen to what we're about to say, and that's totally okay. We human beings don't have all the time in the world to understand everything that's happening around us. We're all busy trying to save ourselves and live life the way we want to.

So it's fine if you can't compose yourself to say everything you want to. But remember that there are so many ways to reach those people who are important to you. And I hope you'll be surrounded by the right people who will lend an ear to hear the stories that you've been holding onto."

I wish I was braver // ma.c.a

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sakshinarula · 21 days

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I removed my soul and set it aside to be read on a Sunday unlike today. Today my lonely is heavier than the earth and the weight of it has been killing me slowly. Time is birthing more time and I don't know what I want to do with the excess I already have.

- Sunday Poem, Bad Poetry and This Loving, Sakshi Narula

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stantheanomaly · 6 months

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Some are luckier than others. Some get love in abundance, while others crave for a drop from that bottomless ocean.

- Suvrahadip Ghosh, Unfairness of Love

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mc-loveu · 9 months

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Eu sou

Todas as minhas feridas, todas os meus remendos, todas as minhas rachaduras.

Eu sou tudo aquilo que eu já fui

Sou tudo aquilo que me restou e que me restará.

[ a @mc-loveu não sabe falar de amor.]

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urlocalartho · 1 year

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I would much rather experience everything love has to offer

The highs,

The lows,

The heartbreak,

and choose to love all over again

I refuse to let love make me angry

Or even bitter

Love isn’t always meant to last forever

Occasionally a temporary muse

Love can be a lesson

A lesson for us to love others better

Or a lesson to love ourselves better

Nonetheless I shall choose love every time

I shall heal my wounds from the heartaches before

I shall choose to be better

I refuse to let love turn me into unrecognizable version of myself

I refuse to lose myself

Here is a reminder to choose love

For love is meant to be shared

so take all the time to heal

For I refuse to be the reason someone learns to hate to love

I choose LOVE

- Priscilla R Romero (I Choose Love)

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serephinastardust · 5 months

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Sonnets of Stillness

In the quiet chambers of my soul,

Ennui emerges, an uninvited toll.

A stagnant river, flowing slow,

Symbolic echoes of a tranquil woe.

The clock ticks with a lethargic beat,

A weighty anchor, grounding fleet.

Shadows linger, a silent plea,

Drowning in a sea of apathy.

The caged canary's song has waned,

Melancholy notes in solitude sustained.

A wilted rose, once vibrant red,

Now sighs in petals, dreams long-fled.

A sepia painting of a sunlit day,

Colors muted, joy in disarray.

The pendulum swings in languid grace,

Time suspended in a listless space.

In the tapestry of ennui, threads are spun,

Each representing dreams undone.

The moon, a distant, indifferent muse,

Casts pallid light on emotions abused.

A lonely boat adrift on a tranquil lake,

Ripples of ennui in its wake.

The worn-out novel on the shelf,

Pages yellowed, mirroring the self.

Yet, within ennui's silent reign,

Seeds of introspection may sustain.

For in the quiet, there lies a chance,

To find renewal, to break the trance.

In ennui's grip, emotions entwined,

A canvas of the soul, deeply defined.

A journey through the shadows' art,

Seeking solace in a weary heart.

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bellaj1977 · 10 months

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Solitude

Solitary In my stance Let the waves Wash over In a hypnotic trance Catch a breath In a gulp of a frantic glance Touch the crests In a dream per chance Sigh of latent wisps Fragile in the last dance Hold on to the delicate treads Caress the moon in the deep expanse Flow with the atmospheric rhythms Grasp the air in a invisible prance Undercurrent begins to swell Acuity in the tow adheres to farewell Swimming to the island enhanced By the blooms of the violet Immortelle I see my life woosh by in a flash Startled jolted anew On the discovery of happenstance