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if we’re being honest
i rarely write poems about love and falling in love, partly because it’s something that i’ve rarely felt. it’s one of those things which for me, you can stretch your imagination only so far. however, exceptions could be made, such as in this case. i’ve been watching lots of romcoms recently, and i get to…
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nowadays i cry often
nowadays i cry so oftenthat i fear,i may turn into the very salty seathat just ebbs and flowstill the end of eternityand some of it will turn into icebergs;frozen in time. nowadays i cry so oftenthat i become fickle like waterif you were here you’d try to hold meto no success, but it’s still fine…
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all i ever wanted
all i ever wantedfrom the cracks and crevicesof my cold, little, brittle heartsince the bones in mestarted to grow and hardenwas to know loveto sit with it and be in itand have it sit with me and know me too. all i ever wantedwas to live and breathe again.just simply that.to glide in the clouds,sun…
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Song of Mathéo
recently, i had an (online) friend of mine take his own life. he opened up about his sexual abuse story, and people started to clown him and make fun of him about it. perhaps that’s what pushed him to finally off himself. he wrote many poems, and one of the last one he wrote was…
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museum of things i want to forget
On days like thisI am a museum of thingsI want to forget,and therein I findportraits of heartsthat once adored meand since forgotten their vowscompadres that oncemilled around me,have deserted me now. therein I findmosaic of the soulsthat once touched meand leftbut still, pieces of them remainfor better or for worseand the memoriesare what glues them…
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run
his phone died on a Wednesdayout in the scorching countrywind howling ferociouslythrough dead tree trunksand the sand followed its leadin this clanging dance.and as he pulled overa mile’s drive inin the hope thathis slithering truck would healcoughing up from thirst and ennervationfrom the scorching sunthat made him seem to go insane.silence and static emanating radio;a…
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In My Messy Mind
careful as you step insidedon’t trample the disorganized ideasscattered on the floorbe careful not to slipover the spilt jar of thoughts;the label reads “Overthinking” in another corner, you can hear echoesof laughter and sunshine and happinessheld inside urns and bottlesthe echoes threaten to break free. when you look upand see teardrops hanginglike sapphire stonessuspended by…
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Mystery Man
mystery man,he is the very caricature of the moonshowering all with kindnessjust like moonlight;soft and gentle.yet bold and commandingas is over the starsand when hidden by cloudsthere is an air of magic and enigmaabout him. mystery man,a thousand thoughtsbehind those evocative eyesevery time he takes a look at me.words stream from his alluring lipsand he…
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Dear Inner Child,
Being in constant survival mode must be so exhausting, but darling, that’s no way of living. At least not anymore. You don’t need to hurt, or hide, or make yourself small anymore. Come and sit on my lap. Your eyes that once lit up in wonderment are now tired and lifeless-and I’m sorry about that.…
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gone/too much
maybe if I’d let you hold me longerand love me harderthen all the broken pieces of mewould snap right back into placebut they never did maybe ifI’d grabbed on to the lifeboatswhen i was drowninginstead of calling on youamidst futile gasps of air and clutching onto any floating debristhen i wouldn’t have sunkinto the deep…
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