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bymarahh · 2 days

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📚 Black Rose by Marah H

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aceofsw-ords · 1 year

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I want a love I never have to beg for, a love that calls for me first.

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cherishfeelings · 2 years

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Sometimes I check if you're online and if you're thinking of me too.

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aureumaze · 29 days

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corrupt my mind, I'll build you a shrine. take all the empty space and fill yourself in. i never liked what's inside, you make it right.

—a.m.

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forever-deep-in-thought · 11 months

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I'd give you the sun so that your days would be bright, even if that meant the rest of mine would be spent in the night.

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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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letterstomonkey · 11 months

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Do you mind?

Do you mind the way my hands shake?

Do you mind if I hold your head in my hands

But I cant help it?

Tripping over my own trembling

But

Do you mind if in every text I send you

I can’t type the words “I love you”

Without spelling something wrong?

Because of my bones,

The way they trip into each other,

The way I wake you up with my grinding teeth

And my itching legs

And I always wake up

Before the sun, sweating like I spent my night

Running away from something yet

Towards nothing, shaking like a lonely doe caught in the wrong place

Found in the front yard at the wrong

Time, alone

And she runs from the tomato bushes,

Past the basketball hoop

And she doesn’t make it very far

But someone should be proud of her.

Do you mind if I am no better than her?

Do you mind?

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littlethings-inpoetry · 11 months

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I remember the time when we were

I don’t know

it was nice

even though it was nothing

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poemstoimmortalisehim · 1 year

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Garden and her lover

Before you met me , I was a barren land, neglected and ruined. My trees were stripped bare of their luscious green leaves,picked apart and trampled on by the ghosts of past lovers. Not a single flower was in sight, every last one had wilted in misery crushed by the venomous wrath of hatred and agony trapped within my soil.

Even when some semblance of a seedling formed, she cowered her head in melancholy afraid to trust the warmth of love for fear of being burned again. The once flourishing myriad of fauna that thrived my grounds were now reduced to prickly thorn bushes stinging with painful memories of betrayals and broken hearts.

It was then you came into my garden like a drizzle of hope after a starving drought of despair. Like a mother's delicate touch you tended to my dirt with patience and planted the seeds of your love.

Even during the days when I was plagued with self-doubt and would conspire with the wind to scream at you that I may not bear the fruits of your painstaking labour,you would sit with me in silence and run your hand healingly through every insignificant shrub and weed that grew.

The once blush pale beating heart of my garden was turning crimson red with a newfound purpose just like the roses you planted.Soon arrived the morning glories always in awe of your beguiling smile ready to whisper sweet nothings and extend their vines with gratitude to feel your soft enduring palms.

Then came the lavenders with their saccharine fragrance that would send me into a childlike whimsy and entrance my head with thoughts of you. The lavenders were my favorite because it reminded me of your face that glistened with purple hue and purple meant passion,the sheer unwavering passion of yours that turned my disfigured soil into the Eden the gods blessed your kind with.

The edges of your temple wrinkled like the swirls of an old tree stump but unlike the sophisticated spirals of your exterior your heart remained guarded like a shy tulip worried if the world would mock the way the petals of your mind unfolded.

Yet, during the winter nights when you would rest your weary head on my grass patch saying your musings to the moon, I would listen clandestinely to the wisdom you gained from travelling treacherous rocky paths, how they scarred your feet but disciplined your mind.

You taught me humility so I won't gloat over my vibrant carnations but appreciate their impermanence as with the ever-changing unforgiving seasons and immerse in their exquisite beauty even if, just for a moment.

And just like the notion of love even if the cherry blossoms I cherished so dearly in spring were to wither I would console myself knowing that camellias in the winter would await me.

Like a sunflower that lifts up her glowing yellow petals with cheerful exuberance your perseverance taught me to look adversity in its monstrous pouncing eyes such that even if the sky in her envy were to send ravenous thunderstorms or the sun were to scorn upon us with his scorching glances I would not falter but continue to bloom in rebellion.

Yet I knew, when the vicious hearsays from ravens turned my spirits down you would let me revel in the shade of your strength like a tall and mighty banyan tree.

The butterflies who would travel from lands far away would be swayed by your lustful charm. And while my most eye-catching petunias and freesias would seduce them with sweet nectar and striking petals the fluttery beings would insist on sitting upon the throne of your nose and staring into the alluring blooming irises within your eyes.

My poppies would dance devotedly to the melodious cacophony of your voice and my lilies would wish for a trickle of your sweat to fall upon them so that they may taste salvation and shimmer with pollen of adoration in your presence.

The flowers in my garden shall forever be a testament to the unrelenting love and kindness you showed me and every last seed shall be born praising your name. Alas, my dear remember that when the nights get too lonely and the days filled with drudgery lean your tired frame against my branches so that I may caress your face with dandelion kisses and help you find the courage to sprout again just as you did with me.

-A.N

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semburatsore · 7 months

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JANGAN ANGGAP REMEH SEBUAH GULMA

Tikar eceng gondok yang kita buat,

Jangan kau lupakan,

Walau hanya remeh, tapi itu berharga,

Estetak-estetik kekinian,

Kenapa kamu pandang remeh sesuatu?

Padahal nilai jual bisa lebih tinggi,

Apakah kamu tahu?

Bahwa susunan bagian tubuhmu itu terbuat dari hal remeh?

Dari sel yang berasal dari molekul, dan didalam sel juga ada sub unit lagi yang terkecil, yaitu organel sel,

Seberapa kamu pandang remeh akan sesuatu?

Mau sampai kapankah kamu tersadar untuk tidak memandang remeh akan sesuatu?

Semburat Sore,

13.08.23

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ishika-samajdar-is-away-writing · 11 months

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All that gives colour to the world --

Flowers, dreams, hopes,

And your lilac smile.

~Ishika Samajdar (May, 2023)

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bymarahh · 3 days

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because you'll always be disappointed when they don't love you just as much

@bymarahh

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aceofsw-ords · 9 months

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I catch myself smiling thinking of you

The warmth you bring me

it’s all I’ve ever needed.

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lycheeteeni · 9 days

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Closure

In the dance of life, we often find

Our hearts entangled, hurt, confined.

We wait for words, a heartfelt plea,

For someone else to set us free.

But in this waiting, we must see,

We grant them power over we.

For path to heal lies not in hand,

Of those who've caused us to withstand.

Instead, we find our strength within,

Release the hold that binds us thin.

For in our grasp, the power lies,

To lift our spirits to the skies.

So let us shed the weight of woe,

And on our journey, freely go.

Embrace the dawn of each new day,

In our own healing, find our way.

JI

04-14-24

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aureumaze · 1 month

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my love is crimson to his indigo, we're both drown into colors we've never seen before. our world and our words have been spinning around boredom and this lonesome. my love, let's take a cold shower and regret this right after.

—a.m.

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wearethepoemspoetry · 9 months

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Drowning

it came gradually but suddenly, the storm that washed me away.

i knew it was inevitable. it had been building in the atmosphere for as long as my heart can remember.

it has been raining all my life.

in the daylight, the rain was bearable, if not hopeful. only it could turn a seed into a daisy. without the clouds, i wouldn't even know the sun was there, wouldn't know to look to the sky to see the light, out of reach but so close i could feel it sometimes in my body warming my insides.

but i wasn't prepared for the storm that fell over my life like a blanket. i don't understand how life keeps moving on when i am stuck in my room, holed up in my bed, terrified the winds will pull me in too many directions, tearing my body to shreds.

i hate everyone for breathing when i cannot.

i wonder how many nights i will hear the thunder clapping from my window, how many days will feel like midnight, wonder why i can't be like the daisies, able to bloom through it all.

i stood in the shower and pretended it was rain.

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