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Afternoon reading

Sometimes I need a reminder that the recovery. Does not have a timetable... Our slow season is our season to heal and recover and regroup...

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Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe

Poem #1

Disc: I'm just going to post poetry here that I've written, please be kind. 💕 I call this one: “Beyond The Walls I've Built” Peeking through the bottom of a glass, I wonder if I can see what grows beyond the willows. Tall grass stretches everywhere I turn, endless and unmoving beneath around… read more

Before bedtime

The moon and the sea in the picture of my bedroom look so close together, but in reality, they are so far apart they are on opposite sides of the ocean. 😶‍🌫️

Contentment 🤍

Creating beautiful memories on my own, until someone who truly belongs joins the story. :)

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Poem #2

Disc: I'm just going to post poetry here that I've written, please be kind. 💕 I call this one: “Finding you” Elders ask “When will you find love?” I want to find it— that first flame hidden somewhere beyond the dusk, How tormented it moves while dancing between heart and mind. where the air… read more

Found it stacked away.

Sometimes, thoughts pop up, written down never to be ready again.

Wicked Game

Fake circumstances fake hearts, love fading it's too dark what to do when all is lost. Only love i find is in my dreams it will probably fall apart.

The Solitary Way

"White snow blankets the land as I travel alone through heaven and earth. Alone without any attachments, my solitary shadow travels freely.”

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What Remains After the Silence

I am the rest of something gone, a fading spark beneath the rain The dawn arrives, but not the dawn that once knew how to numb the pain I move through thoughts that twist, like a maze I built without a map I lose myself at every end, then wake again inside the trap I search for truths I cannot… (edited) read more

As Above So Below

I can smell memories very faintly at night when winter chokes my throat and blood clots in my chest. I can feel a pair of cold hand inside my skin, Touching ribs, making promises. I can see splatters of colors. All the grays and blues and some I forgot exist..

bye July

Retention, Turning

I stayed. That was the rule. Not because I believed in anything, but because leaving would have cost more than I had left to give. Retention was weight. Held breath. A way of standing still so the ground didn’t notice I was tired. I learned how to make myself smaller without disappearing. How to… read more

Do you believe the good relationships take effort, or do they happen naturally?

The Dignity Of stilness

A Nobel man sits still as a stone Stand like a qi / mountain Etiquette should be appropriate Behaviour should confirm to custom As for etiquette - It determines closeness and distance Resolve doubts , distinguish differences And clarifies right and wrong No matter what happens never lose hope

Daylight

Daily, the rooms are entered without hesitation. Doors open as expected. No resistance encountered. Light behaves normally. Dust remains undisturbed. Nothing has been added. Nothing has been removed. Silence holds its position. It does not advance. It does not retreat. It simply remains. The… read more

She

The only reason I started our conversation was because I wanted an excuse to talk to you. I commented on your story and asked about your video of the mountains and nature, hoping it would lead to something more. The only way I knew how to express what I felt was through the poem I wrote. I kept… read more

As compass heart

i belong to the void of my imagination..

Fireworks

Some people are like fireworks beautiful, unforgettable, but never meant to stay.

Is this a conflict?

Can you be happy alone and still want love?

The Fear of Genuine Connection

Why do people chase your attention, then lose interest when they finally have it? 🤷🏻‍♀️

why it’s hard to believe when someone says they love you ? 🤷🏻‍♀️ Some people say they love the rain, yet they hide beneath an umbrella when it falls.☔️ Some say they love the wind, yet they close the windows when it blows.🍃

When The Raven Rides Beneath The Eclipse

I was five when I first heard the beast whisper, two wheels beneath a sleeping sky, an engine promising there was somewhere else to be. Twenty-two years later, I finally caught it. Metal. Black. Beautiful. My childhood dream breathing between my hands. And still... nothing. No thunder in my… read more

Love and time

Is it true that some people can fall in love after being together for only a short time, while others set time limits for getting to know each other? For example, if you're talking to someone for less than 2-3 months and they say "I love you," it might not be real love. ? 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Unwritten, At This Age Today I turn a page— not just older, but newly unafraid of the empty spaces ahead. This age feels like a beginning, not an ending— like a song I’ve heard before but only now understand. The rest is still unwritten, they say— and for once, I believe it. No more living in… read more

He asked, “Will you open the door for me once again?” And for a moment, my heart almost forgot the pain. But then I remembered— I’ve opened it before… too many times for someone who always left it swinging behind him.

Experimenting with different poetic forms

-JOURNEY- To Think All we Want is to Belong somewhere in This world, want to find our path to Go, not stumble in the dark; maybe find a hand to Hold, some company on the journey, for a bumpy road with its gravel and dirt is Easier to take when you’re not alone but have some Love in your heart; one… (edited) read more

We are but a liar to ourselves

From the beginning I knew, How apart we are, And how things stand, And how we will end, I knew, and yet I hope for a different ending. m/n: making poems again : )

The Loneliness of Strong People

Is being strong a gift, or does it sometimes become a prison where no one realizes you need help too? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Honest

If everyone expressed their true feelings, would relationships become stronger, or would they end sooner?

Do the stars grieve?

I float where twilight spills its violet sighs, Carrying echoes of moments that slipped through my hands. Moonlight drapes the night like a forgotten lullaby, Do the stars ever mourn the hearts that wander alone, or simply watch them vanish?

A forgotten toast

Cheers To the mistakes, To the missteps, To the misfortunes, To the miseries, Cheers For in between all these, You endured, You fought, You struggled, Cheers, Because our pains Are all part of who we are, and what we become. And we’re still here, Living, believing and I hope Smiling.… read more

Trust and let go

What’s for us will always find its way to us, no matter how long the wait. What’s not for us will always slip away, no matter how long we struggle to keep it. m/n: be kind to your heart and let it breathe and heal, let go.

What then?

When your hands are tired from holding doors that never opened, when your knees remember every prayer but heaven does not what then? When you have bent yourself into softer shapes, kinder words, better habits, brighter smiles like maybe if you polished hard enough you’d finally be chosen and… read more

A Love poem I wrote while not in love.

_The stars above glisten, shimmering light spilling across the sky. Love so rare, yet bold and bright. Beneath this hopeful sky lives a tale of you and I . not cold, not bitter, not bruised by the world we barely trust. Honeycomb sweet, tender and gentle. A love not only yours, not only mine, but… read more

Loneliness

From a heart of stone to a soft and gentle soul, times to try to be ourselves and be known though how will you be yourself when your mask holds itself alone.

Broken

Did you hear me when I tried? It was a whisper made to blend Should have gone with a spear Did you see me when I lied? There was all the time to spend And I could never even try for real Did you watch me when I cried? It looks like I did it as a trend Though I've had a strength to feel Did you… read more