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Every Day Poems

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2023-05-13 00:58:17 Autumn's right around the corner darling,
Everything's brown and you're out here sunning.

Look at the leaves, the way they're dancing,
Just like you in the moony night twirling.

Love is a guitar darling, and I'm still learning,
But I'm never gonna wait, until my veins are thrumming
.

#ts #kbts
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2023-05-12 22:51:17 She made a home in my soul, and she'll always have it, be it today or the last breath I take.
 

#random
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2023-05-12 20:44:16 I have to look at the sun, because I'm afraid the days will run so fast, birds with their sparkling wings, people no longer with their cigarettes. I don't want to stay too long.

Bathing in love may be beautiful. But you know, love is not like that. If only one person is capable of sharing heartbeats, then it is a sign that it is time for me to breathe alone. Breathe for myself.

- JJ. Fidela Asa
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2023-05-12 18:11:07 The words disappear, crawling back into the pool of fire in your guts.

Because papers do not deserve these words. Papers are fragile, easy to be torn, quick to burn, and they are light to take wing with the wind.

And even if you make the ink out of ashes and tears, it'll be too poisonous, to the walls, to the trees, to the ears.

That's why, when the words sneak a glance from behind the lump in your throat, and all they see is a shattered pen, they decide to turn their backs on your tongue.


For if the words won't be deserved,

They're going to burn.


#random
#SammyScribble
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2023-05-12 16:20:14 What is left there behind the curtains, do you dream beyond what you see

What is left behind a silver mask, do you realize your infidelity,

What is left behind the reaping of what you sow, do you now know your enemy,

What is left behind the fake fantasy, do you now see the reality.
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2023-05-12 14:13:13 The Struggle of First Heartbreak
by: me

Isn't it difficult without closure? You distance yourself from others, refraining from engaging in conversations, while the thought lingers, "Maybe she'll come back." So you remain loyal, which seems absurd because while you cry for her, she's busy laughing with someone else. As you desperately try to forget her, she has already erased your existence. You're nothing more than a mistake she hopes she didn't commit, yet she doesn't even count mistakes, and you're considered worse than that.

As she embarks on her new story, you find yourself retracing the pages of the story you once wrote together. You go back, rereading the old conversations, the long and sweet messages, and even the heated verbal arguments. Perhaps you will discover what went wrong, where, when, how, and who's to blame. You review everything, searching for answers and hoping that one day you will get it right. But deep down, you realize that you should let go and stop trying to control everything because the truth is, you were already broken even before it began. She just put you back into pieces to left you broken into pieces again.

However, despite this realization, you're still madly and deeply in love. Instead of taking a step forward to move on, you take a leap of faith and wait. How long? A week? A month? Perhaps a year? And gradually, you start feeling like the only one left with these emotions. You think to yourself, "If she finds someone else, it's okay, right?" After all, you did everything you believed would be enough to love her. In fact, you gave your all. So it's her loss. But deep down, you're insecure. So, you feel like you're nothing more than a tiny tear drop in her vast ocean.

Overwhelmed, you begin to overthink every aspect, as if the entirety of the internet mirrors and echoes your very predicament. This emotional surge propels you to unprecedented heights, an overdose of anguish that fractures your heart. Then, there comes a moment when you experience a void, a feeling of acceptance. Within you, the lingering "what ifs," "buts," and "howevers" fade into nothing. All that remains is the pain she left behind, an enduring reminder that the joy you once embraced was indeed genuine. It is in this revelation that you utter the simple phrase, "it is what it is."

And thankfully this might be...

...the end.

But unfortunately, there's more—there is no true end, remember, this is a cycle, forever spinning.
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2023-05-12 12:06:12 #randomthoughts

The moon is a silent witness to the secrets of the night. She sees the lovers' kisses, the thieves' heists, the dreamers' flights. She knows the joys and sorrows of every soul that sleeps or wakes. She is the keeper of the mysteries that the sun forsakes.

~FlameHeart
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2023-05-12 09:59:12 She was young,
just young,
but it was your fault to believe
that she was weak too,

She was a pacifist,
and wanted everyone to be one,
but it was your fault to think
that she will accept your condemn,
and be your victim.

But now that you are guilty,
anticipate your damnation,
and wait for your demolition,
until you are liberalised
with some grace.


#waragainstwar
#peace
#strongwomen
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2023-05-12 07:52:11 Tragicomedy

In the end, we will all become stories.

Some comedy, some tragic.
It's your part to play to choose which one you shall be.

Some say dreams have more meaning to them,

But what about the ones who don't sleep?


- Anushka

#musings #micropoetry
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2023-05-12 05:45:10 Yellow.
All this wait,
I thought it was never ending,
All these wounds ,
Ceasing to heal,
Time was harsh,
As it made me kneel,
Giving up my hopes and my dreams,
I was a lifeless corpse living someone else's dream.

Captive of my thoughts,
And almost drowning in my past,
You broke those chains,
And saved my part,
Which for long I had forgot.

How happy I am to find a home,
A place where I will always be known ,
A place where I will,
Forever be owned.
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