poetry
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I hear the waterfalls. The powerful rumbling drowns out those memories – Memories of regret and calamities. I hear the trees. The crisp rustling of the leaves whisper over my thoughts, As they try to rationalize the consequences I’ve bought. I hear the rain. Every fall invades my conscience. Each drop a welcoming interruption. Finally,…
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I do not ever dare lie next to him, Unsure of the events to soon follow. My feelings, I am sure, are of pure whim, My heart for him is nothing but hollow. Yet he makes me genuinely smile, And my laughter derives from purest joys. Not having known him for a long while, He…
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Starting off spooky season with one of my favorites! This is based on a dream I had when I was younger and had teddy bears. I don’t think I had any after this. Let me know what you think in the comments below the post!
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She wanders through the halls of her abandoned family home, most of it resembling remains of the catacombs. Except for the portraits, as they still hang. Sneaking secret glances, she feels the first pang. They glare as though they know what she’s done. Of course they do! They had known before it begun. Steadying her…
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She’s ignorant of eyes that follow her, They stare at her black hair and olive skin. The eyes are transfixed by this enchanter, Gazes hard enough to be mortal sins. She is ignorant of the craning necks, To better hear the smooth notes in her voice. No sound is more beaut’ful amongst that…
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The train arrives promptly at eight o’ five And she takes a seat at the farthest bench. Heart beating fast, telling her she is alive, Escaping a life that was so entrenched. Surrounded by unchanging ideals That only altered in the depth of night, Make this moment feel so unreal, And she hardly…
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I feel so judged. Yeah. I feel like that’s the thing. I’ve never had a friendship that long. As a rule, I tend to root for the woman. I got you. The one time I met her, they were in the corner. The corner! She was not what…
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It’s FUCKING real. This is how complicated it is. Right. I’m like, the worst person. I was there and trying to be present? Making a big deal about it. This is a special thing because why? Exactly. It’s not about that. I think it’s about giving people a chance. We all make different choices.…
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Within the limits of my house, I could feel you drawing nearer. And with the click of my mouse, Your face became clearer. Simple words on a page sparked a fire, And kindled a passion that would never tire. Then the day finally came when we would meet, And down the lane…
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Memories of you and I still linger – They give me unnecessary headaches. As annoying as an unseen splinter, The stinging reminds me of my mistakes. It’s an infection creeping through my head, Slowly making it’s way through my body. Insects finding a way to live and spread, Succeed in finding life to…
