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eefrostpoetry · 8 months
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give me all of you or give me nothing
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meanwhilepoetry · 1 year
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Every woman I have ever loved is still working out how to love herself. Has a closetful of ghosts and has been to a hundred funerals of the women she used to be. Wonders what wounds her mother carries that she will never know about. Hopes that the weight of the world doesn't eventually crush her, that she is strong enough to handle it all. Wishes a day will come when she can put it all down, give her aching shoulders a rest. Wants someone to truly see her and not make a feast of her kindness and dreams. Is forever hiding a secret hunger for what calls to her in the dark. Holds a universe inside her, but has been told to make herself smaller despite the paradox. Praise be that universes are not in the business of listening to anyone but themselves. Every woman I have loved has thought about it. The art of disappearing. To be here one day, and the next, like smoke, simply gone.
- Nikita Gill, Every Woman I Have Ever Loved
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lonesomebigmike · 1 year
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My grandfather, 17 maple trees tall
Stubble ridden, stained second shift shirt
Nudges me towards a Quick Trip counter top
He growls something barely audible as I sneak a second bag of candy onto the counter
He is getting too old for my shit,
But cannot begrudge my newfound love of root beer barrels and red and white vaporwave
He tells me only 11 year olds can have coffee
I am 10 years old
My grandfather, 13 maple trees tall
Teeth clacking on sugar free hard candy
Pins my hand to the arm of his recliner with a deep chuckle
He grins at me and hugs me tight
He feels my strength in me years before I do
We never arm wrestle again
I am 14 years old
My grandfather laughs at me as I fall off the wooden swing as he exits the house, my page in the book forgotten
He limps towards the garage
I limp after him
I am 18 years old
My grandfather is fading.
I call
He says " Hi Mike!" with the same enthusiasm as all 27 years prior
He has 15 days left
I am
For the first time
too old
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onlylivingforwords · 6 months
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Some stories are written in the dust, They don't stay; they fly away, like us, Weaving tales from our departures and returns. Libertines, moving along on the waves of the sea, In serene embraces and whispers of the wind.
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offstage-euthymia · 2 months
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Pure black and no sugar.
Do you recall the good old chamomile tea.
Each morning at the same time like an early bird.. with the white fumes of cigarettes and other herbs.
Perhaps an old notion and a newly adapted habit of rolling cigarettes.
Do you remember the good old golden water.
And a sunny beach.
Listening each wave crash on the shore while sitting by the table in a lounge coffee shop.
Pure black and no sugar.
By Marko Tivanovac
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vanx-97 · 4 months
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Leave me here alone to die
I’m so tired of you making me cry
This life I live is not mine
Your words control me all the time
Out my mind, you want me gone
On the inside I don’t belong
You make me feel like I can’t hold on
That the person I am is so wrong
I should be like this
I should be like that
Stick to the script
Being different is bad
My work is cliche, nothing new
This thing here won’t get you far
Keep your job, stay in school
You’re not very good at making art
I don’t want to listen to you
I don’t want to do what they do
I am nothing, if what you say is true
Then if I fail at what I love, there’s nothing to lose
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dwolfram · 4 months
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take the glass
leave the bottle
drink fast,
drive slow
knife on the wall
to find what's been lost
night has always been kind and
helping me to find my soul
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acalamityofsilence · 2 months
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The subtle dopamine
fix fed straight into
my perception of
history makes this more
than rosetinted
lenses This is a
revision and nostalgic
addiction decides
when I get clean
Percy V. // Hooked
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ruedeirdre18 · 1 year
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"The Withering of a Flower"
By: @ruedeirdre18
I am a flower in a garden,
Expected to bloom in a certain way.
But every time I'm compared,
My petals wither, my colors fade.
There are voices that surround me,
Whispering their criticisms and doubt,
And every word that they utter,
Feels like a thorn that tears me out.
I try to grow tall and strong,
To reach for the sun and the sky,
But their comparisons keep me low,
And I can't help but wonder why.
My heart is heavy with sadness,
As I struggle to hold onto my light,
For all the times they've compared me,
And dimmed my shine in their sight.
I hope someday they'll see me,
As a unique and beautiful bloom,
But until then I'll keep on growing,
And trying to rise above the gloom.
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6-1-5 · 1 year
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silhouettesiren17 · 4 months
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Gone Are The Days
gone are the days of my loss
my cost
for cutting off my nose
to spite my face the past 
with its blunted acuity
to the truth of the hurt of the hunt
the hole we held so tightly
lightly is the letting go 
your way
I’ll go mine
always in the know
of how two unstoppable forces collide
spiralling off in distances
to their sides of the divide 
no line left 
to the holes in the hearts 
of who we are no longer 
etching in circular time  
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eefrostpoetry · 9 months
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i've written to many love letters to you and not enough to myself
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meanwhilepoetry · 1 year
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Have you ever felt like you are the quiet ghost everyone can see but chooses to look through. Like your body is there, just transparent, you speak but no one hears you, not really. The act of disappearing is not so hard truly. You can do it even in a room surrounded by people who love you. Just pretend you aren’t there, and everyone around you will pretend you have vanished too.
- Nikita Gill
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lonesomebigmike · 5 months
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Patchwork Hearts
There is a piece of me on Simcoe
And a piece of me in town
A piece of me in the hospital boilerroom
Trying to work without burning down
A piece of me in the country
Reading under the trees
A piece of me on the internet
Seeding thunder in other's dreams
A piece of me in the rusted halls
That reek of iron and blood
The same piece that answers the call
Come the trouble or the flood
The delayed decay of mourning
Keeps hostages of a few
Of the pieces that belong to me
That should belong to you
Pieces bloom or die, but a sum sings to a man
Their stitches ripped, misfits get shipped
Or fed to the flash in the pan
Like the first bacon surrendered to cook the rest
The homework we do before the test
The peace ripped from my chest
Bred the warmth in my breast
That paved room for
"I have a few spots left"
For you its not empty space
Some grew back and some grew grace
Some grew new stitches in their place
I have the ones of yours
I feed and water them with the cat
I make them do their chores
I help them grow and make sure that
They go right next to mine
And sing in kind when overjoyed or bored
A patchwork heart is fine
Compared to a heart thats been ignored
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onlylivingforwords · 6 months
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Whispered promises, in every word, a world of love, my lover said he would bring me to Como Lake.
Como's gentle ripples, kissed by the sun's warm embrace, transport our senses afar, where azure meets the emerald. As twilight paints the waters, in hues of crimson, we are watching the sun's descent.
So many shades, like the facets of our dream, free to roam, and the world fades.
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eternalmaverick · 11 months
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Murder by Memories.
Hey, Love.
It's raining outside. As I sit by the window, in the comfort of my room, I open my whatsApp to re-read our old texts. Partly, it's because I still miss you but mostly, it's because to remind myself about why I left and why I should not miss you.
To be honest with you, I compel myself to focus only on the bad parts of our relationship while reading these text messages. Because it has already been hard enough to move on from you, I don't wanna make it more arduous by remembering the good parts. I know that I sound selfish but can you really blame me? I'm just trying my best to do whatever it takes to fix my broken heart. I have not felt like myself since the day I walked away from you. Everything that I do, every thought in my mind, and everywhere that I go reminds me about you. You've been deeply and indelibly entrenched in each and every bit of my life. You have left me with an emptiness inside of me - a void - that can never be filled.
You know that I loved you more than anything in my life and I would have done anything for you. All I ever needed was a sincere effort from you towards healing. You know that I would have stood by your side throughout the whole journey. I would've loved you the same(probably more), regardless of the outcome. I wanted you to try therapy and healing, not for the sake of myself, but for the sake of yourself and your own happiness because I have seen you carry that immense pain, tormenting grief, and agonizing sadness at the core of your heart and I couldn't just sit back and bear witness to you living in such misery. It hurt me more than it hurt you because the pain inflicted upon my heart from the despair of not being able to help the person I love the most is truly indescribable. A real tragedy, to say the least.
Perhaps, In retrospect, I feel like I just didn't know when to give up. Despite everything, I stuck by your side and blindly hoped for a miracle. My heart convinced me that maybe if I love her hard enough, I can take away her pain and sadness. I, desperately, held on to any semblance of hope that one day, everything is gonna work out - you and I, both, are gonna be happy and live the rest of our lives together. This hopeful imagination, as fleeting as it was, has been the happiest dream of my life that never came true. The night I broke up with you, I was lying on my rooftop, looked at the stars with my teary eyes and whispered to myself : "I really wish it didn't have to end this way". That's probably the saddest moment of my life.
Some days are easy and some days are really hard but there's not a single day that goes on without thinking about you. Today's one of those really hard days. Something happened today that reminded me about you, more than the usual. Needless to say, I felt a strange and hollow sensation in my heart. Felt weak and empty. For a moment, I was amazed by the fact that you still have so much power over my heart, after all this time. Makes me question myself - is there something really wrong with me that I love you so much and think about you so much, even if it hurts.
I really needed to get this off my chest. Now, I'm gonna distract myself with life until the next time when your thoughts flood my mind and drown me, again. I hope you're happy, wherever you are. I wish you nothing but the best. Take care, Love.
Miss you.❤
Goodbye.
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