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fantodsdhrit · 1 day
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you sleep under phosphorescent awnings as i'm in the company of
insomnia
the opal morning: of paint fumes my renaissance cactus and my
dragonfly heart out in the
frigid sun: without shelter
a slight lisp of lies-moss
ever since your glazed eyes shaped my contours: filed me alone there is
silence:
too much of your silence: that i can hear the mosquito's wings tremble
along with that
refrigerator hum
the mediaeval poets were poisoned for reasons only your recesses can
fathom: assassinated
like vermin or worse
accomplished suicide
that someone: clasping their own life with petrified stigmata velvety palms
and their verse: the eyes of
blank mountain
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i would recognize you
by your voice and not your face
and take hold of your hand
rather than calling you by your name
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[email protected] , if i went blind and you went deaf, where would that lead us?
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dg-fragments · 3 months
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I fell in love with your eyes,
and their depth,
the way they made me,
lose myself deep,
within the oceans they held,
never realising,
there was no way back,
for me.
- DG
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therebepoems · 6 months
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Music is something that can make a soul breathe.
Alex Delorme
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prasannawrites · 2 months
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love bares its teeth at midnight. click for better quality.
consider the litany of beauty—
           tonight, there is you, nestled in the fists of silence,
           borrowing tenderness from dreams we never dreamt.
                       you—marauder of sleep, thief of holy & unholy,
                                   still carrying with you a primal scream
                                   you want to let loose in billows of softness.
                                                           (you’ve been weary).
                                                                       kanna, i know.
             tonight, there is longing—i still belong to you.
                       this too, will become an elegy in little time much like
                       the night sky. in a soundless language, i'll tell you that
                                   i love you. silence isn’t always a precursor to violence.
                                                             what truly was said in this poem?
                                                             i'm still inaccessible to myself—only you make sense,
                                                                                               in this little life.
consider the litany of beauty tonight, kanna.
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heartweary-writing · 14 days
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Looking across the room,
Only for our eyes
To meet,
Boom.
My heart, a flower,
That bursts with color,
A slow-motion, burning,
Bloom.
You are entrancing
In all of your phases,
And I, the sea, dance to you,
My Moon.
J. K. L
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thoughtsileftbehind · 2 months
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11 W's
Why are oranges called oranges
When bananas aren't called yellows
Why are you parking in the driveway yet driving on the parkway
¿?
Why is the oldest photo of you also the youngest version of you and vice versa?
Why do I want to be alone and around people at the same time?
Why is
Why do horrible things happen to delightful people
?¿
Who is
Who are you if not a collection of attributes labeled with a name
?¡¿
What is
What are you waiting for
??
@thoughtsileftbehind
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wordsandmorewords · 1 month
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I will not tell you her name
I have a name for a daughter But no daughter I don't know if we will ever meet
Her name would be only hers Named for stars That breathe the wind of the open seas
From a language mostly forgotten Lingua franca, once But the name will resonate so eternally
Tonight, I will look to the constellation To perhaps see her face To see how her name fits so exquisitely   
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colorsofmars · 8 months
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Dear Picasso
Dear Picasso, my blue period has last longer than it should. My entire room is like a sea full of all shades of blue. My hands are blue my eyes are blue my veins bleeds blue and blue orquids dying until the jar is empty. Sometimes I'm scared but I think I love this.
I'm fucked up.
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darkforestroads · 4 months
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thoughts after 10 pm
life is heavy company
find the corner where you won't be disturbed and find solace in your water glass
with the tipping of water you can pause this earth
look, nothing matters
the floor is wet but it will dry
so much possibility if you stare through the bottom long enough
it ripples, changes shape
you can avoid the shadows or splintering light this way, a clap on the hand
dull it through the glass
wait for your guest to be shown the door and finally
disappear off down in the dusk
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ironwort · 3 months
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— 09.18.2022
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fantodsdhrit · 19 days
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no one reads your telegram anymore—and no one flips
open my phone cube—if you find me underground—then
come say hello i will
wait for hours—for our
togetherness—but less
histrionically than how i detail it here—so many of my walls
wail in smooth coral
white with innumerable
rejections—but i can
never see them differently— each and every one pricks
the same—and you ask
how can the hurt eclipse
time and i reply that the
mind makes it recur—giving it a certain depth shade vividity
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pocketfullofpoesies · 25 days
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.
maybe
if i embrace it
it will be beautiful
.
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dg-fragments · 4 months
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Dear diary,
Where do I begin, and what do I even write, for the words within me are slowly drying up.
There are stories still to be told, memories yet to be lived and things look bleak even when they shouldn't.
There's chaos often, and certain things are somehow distant but not much can be done.
A lot has been heard, said even, not heeded though and we are where we started from, back to square one.
Surprisingly so, reasons to be grateful are a plenty, yet past wounds, remedies for which were implemented, are still salty.
How to then manouver the various phases, seemingly apparent catastrophes of life; if not by writing every single thing, each thought and feeling as an escape, a refuge of sorts, from life itself; and yet, it is becoming clearer the voice within me is quieting down, the words are slowly drying up.
I must fight and resist and that I will but what else is there that can be done, what else must I do, to prevent myself from transitioning to a state of utter oblivion.
Best,
DG
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makatang-igorota · 1 month
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Take Me Back
Take me back to the time right before everything started so I can choose a different path.
Before I was forcefully turned into a soldier and sent to the battlefield that I wasn't supposed to be in.
Before I dared to fight a war that turned everything into dust and quelled the sparkle in my eyes.
Or maybe take me farther back when I can still laugh like a carefree child.
Give me just one chance. Maybe this time, I'll be brave enough to choose me.
Maybe this time, I can save myself from turning into the despicable being that I didn't intend to be.
✒️ May Rashiele Sueño
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prasannawrites · 1 month
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love is a precursor. click for better quality. transcript under cut. 
like a gentle breeze warmed by the sun,
           you pour over me in a steady stream, constantly.
                       i cannot escape you—not that an attempt will follow this poem,
                                   but you’ve subdued me in the most peculiar manner.
                                                                       you gave me room to dream.
                               it was then i found how close the proximity of grief is to love.
                                                                                      loving you is grieving you.
                                                                       i am swollen with your eulogy.
                                                  i carry you in a way atlas knows nothing about.
                                                 i love you in a way that’s inexplicable to others,
                                                                    outside of time and reason—you are,
                                                                                                           and i love.
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