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origami-houses · 1 year

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Is it okay

if I just sit with you?

Words will only confuse us

in a way that

silence never would.

- G.L. Angelone

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meaningfall · 2 months

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C. A. Singh • How To Age

2-24-24

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nikithathampy · 4 months

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You are enough. Thinking about you, I mean. Until that day comes when my mind is feeble enough to recall even parts of you, until then I'm satisfied with fondly remembering you. I'm content to just miss you when I love you. When the details all begin to fade, I would still remember the feeling they left. When you are no more a person I can find strength to imagine, I'll resort to looking myself in the mirror. Where I am is where you are. And there you are, in the cloud behind my eyes. All that I see, clear or not, is all that you show me. And you've shown me such wonders in life, everything else falls short before it. I see you all the more when I fail trying to see. Half of me, is the whole of you. The whole of me, is the whole of you. I love you. I always do.

~nt

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pigeonheadsmumblngs · 3 months

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I don’t use anymore

I put it all down

I quit.

I don’t bleed anymore

Am I healed

Or numb to all of it?

My eyes stare vacant

At the sky,

Taking all the blue inside.

Am I blue and

just learned to hide

All my shit?

~pigeon head~

January 2024

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dementia7 · 1 month

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soulreserve · 8 months

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Winter-Long

Winter's cold is curled like a lick beneath underneath the beating heart. Like a hand of a stranger on my shoulder.

Your name is the white breath I realease from trembling lips. It escapes from me and into the dense air that carries cold with a purpose.

Loss is a constant companion, it doesn't fade with time. I watch it shiver outside under the burden of heavy snow.

What does it know of warmth? I let it slip inside, and sit by the fire. but little by little it takes over. It creeps below,

leaves my body damp and aching, swamped by run-away thoughts of you. And cold settles like a tickle in the lungs.

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dg-fragments · 2 years

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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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aides-memoire · 6 months

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Falling in love feels like finding lighthouse; it both can be a guide or a warn.

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sonreyes · 1 year

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//Photo Courtesy of: Levi on Instagram//

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dolores-hazy · 5 months

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I fell asleep crying

Awaken with a smile

Life doesn't make sense

Emotions running buck wild

Day and night dreams take flight

So many scenes painted

Behind eyes closed or wide

Open to the possibilities

Or maybe fishing for fantasies

Day to day gets lost in a daze

A haze of have-tos and musts

Is it better to have the mettle

Rust or dry out to dust?

Prompted by @rhymingslangsblog:

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sike-n · 1 month

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A man walks into a bar

And asks the bartender for a drink

Put it in a glass or a human body either way they are one and the same

The man stands before the glass stands on the counter

His hands holds the glass holds his drink

Then the exchange

Mouth open the glass lets go of all that it is

Mouth open the man seeks to forget all that he is

Lets go of the glass

The glass tumbles

He stumbles

The glass falls

The man is down

Glass splinters glitter on the ground

Stars hidden by the man on the moon

Who has fallen off his throne

Not quite responds the bartender

As he sweeps what remains of the glass into a dust pan

And he commands the man to stand back up

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origami-houses · 1 year

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At some point,

all the reasons why you're waiting

finally fade away.

Only now,

you're decades older

and all you have to show for it

is your fear.

- G.L. Angelone

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meaningfall · 6 months

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C. A. Singh • Metacarpus

10-22-23

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nikithathampy · 6 months

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Those little details about life that no one cares about, I do. I do too much infact. It consumes me, or rather I consume them. That's what I do to keep living. And on a good day, it's easy to hide it behind a kind smile. But on a bad day, I'm a bad news to even myself. I feel. I feel things a little too deeply. And that's because I care. I live, breathe and love like that. I've known no other way. So tell me, am I too much trouble to love? Do I not deserve someone who reads me for who I am?

~nt

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pigeonheadsmumblngs · 4 months

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Solace

Doesn’t come easy

This season to me.

Why even decorate?

They won’t even see.

I fill up my spaces

with glitter and stars,

But the ones that I love

Are in heaven a far.

What is Christmas

Without a mom and a dad?

Even though I’m grateful

For the ones I do have.

It makes this year harder

Now that their gone

As I decorate the tree

And put their ornaments on.

A deep kind of longing

Fills up my bones

With the unmistakable knowledge

That they’ll never come home.

So solace

Eludes me

This Christmas season

I’m trying to find

Any one reason

To hang up the stockings

And fill them with cheer.

This is the hardest

Christmas this year.

I can’t help but long for

The times I was small.

When I was complete

And I had it all.

I didn’t know missing.

I didn’t know loss.

I didn’t know growing up

Comes with a cost.

So solace

Come find me

Wherever you may be.

Help me find joy

And please heal me.

~pigeon head~

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dementia7 · 27 days

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