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forlornalbatross · 1 year
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Finding a leftover 
                   affair
      In a transient 
                           Mimicking an 
                     achieved precept 
A residual discharge of 
an Old puss 
           The pagoda of 
           leaving the past 
           behind 
Memories fled
exiled , entombed , extinct 
somewhere
 I am both at:
ease , peace -
          Two in zero
          before 23
          The quondam 
Tribulation sundered
With the fireworks of
    An obsolete cycle 
D C de Oliveira | Diario | January 1, 2023 | Sunday, 9pm
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herigo · 3 months
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ur-daily-inspiration · 3 months
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Bye 2023 Hello 2024
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click54366546456 · 1 year
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sandmoonyelse · 6 months
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The first light of day awakens, An image fades, painful trace Flowers stand in their virginal whiteness I don't know about tomorrow In that new dawn I was alive
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amomentoftimeandword · 7 months
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Aug. 13, 2023- Sandbar Shark (aka Roughskin Shark or Brown Shark)
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kumsal-thingss · 6 months
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Harika bir boşvermişliğin içindeyim. Bundan sonra her şey keyfim için...
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hymnsandhearses · 3 months
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Of course my best friend/biggest supporter/agent/accountant uses his cancer and chemo treatments to motivate guilt me into finishing my latest project. He knows exactly what I’m writing and that I am behind. Well-played, sir, well-played.
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profanityandprose · 1 year
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“To make an end is to make a beginning.”
— T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets.
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sonreyes · 9 months
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the first home and all that came after held the point of origin a single cell and the rest were replicated multiplied beyond recognition though they don’t exist inside I carry them faces; frames given by my father and mother I’ve split them all apart and scattered them into the sea I saw the sea torch the sky I saw the wind make the trees kneel streetlamps resembling trembling embers the night creeps in like a cat and the morning stretches and yawns after the fireflies turn back into stars life always tends to move on taking in everything I could be I carried it in myself In every hereafter and after
//everything I can be by: alec prado// //Photo Courtesy of: Thomashavlik on Instagram//
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canihaveyouback · 4 days
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what's in his heart??
He laughs a lot but never stays happy. He talks a lot but never talks about what's in his heart. You aren't in his heart. You are his heart, and you took it while you went away.
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forlornalbatross · 1 year
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       Soft morning at 6am
clothes from the old year
                    tumbling dry 
the summer heat murmured;
             coffee in a split rush
                    black long sleek trouser
                             went too well with
                         something as tender
                 as the pastel orange shirt 
surfboards with tropical patterns
     trapping cul-de-sac of stylish
   The First day of January
polished in the refinement
    of the reflective finesse 
                                 I found joy in 
                    my own skin & blister 
her company is always as versatile 
              as her pleasant existence 
10.30am; the New Year mass
         didn’t feel so restrictive 
        for once it wasn’t forced 
           mayhem in laughter 
                          well-spent 
         the split contentment
to start the recent currency
          at the shortest length
       the plenteous time was
       copiously channelled — 
            an agape of a day to
begin the pristine year with -
D C de Oliveira | Diario  | January 1, 2023 | Sunday, 8.22pm
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herigo · 2 months
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ur-daily-inspiration · 3 months
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moderndaymystic · 3 months
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December has always been the hardest month of the year. Everytime. It never disappoints.
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thisismori · 5 months
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i.
In this newfound world, the boundaries of your reality blur, and the line between dreams and waking life dissolves. No longer do you need to conjure fictional landscapes to escape to, for you have found a tangible connection with another soul—a connection that transcends the confines of fantasy. With them, you embark on a journey of profound depth, where your words are met with genuine understanding and your desires are embraced as if they were their own. They have the remarkable ability to breathe life into love songs, infusing them with renewed meaning. It's as though they've emerged from the pages of a storybook, too incredible to be real, yet unequivocally genuine.
Her presence, ethereal and enigmatic, possesses the ineffable power to unfurl the fragile strands of life's intricate tapestry, unveiling a truth I had perpetually denied. How had I remained so impervious to her existence, to the symphony of words she wove around me with the delicacy of a silken cocoon? Every utterance she bestowed upon me resonated as a harmonious, melodic embrace, carefully tending to the fractured pieces of my heart, healing the wounds I had concealed from the unfeeling world.
From the obscurity of the shadows, she emerged as a silent guardian, an ever-watchful sentinel who had observed me from a distance, enduring with patience the celestial alignment of cosmic forces that would, at long last, converge our divergent paths. In her presence, I unearthed a sanctuary—a sacred haven where I could shed the armor I had worn to shield my vulnerabilities from the probing eyes of the world for an eternity. With her, I experienced a sensation previously unfathomed; I felt heard, seen, and comprehended in ways that transcended mere mortal understanding.
She conveyed her emotions, not through the customary language of prosaic affection, but through the artistry of metaphors, wherein each word bore a cryptic, underlying significance. In those moments, it was as though she possessed the extraordinary ability to read me between the lines, deciphering the intricate poetry of my very existence.
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