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— Mark Doty, "White Kimono" in Sweet Machine
Ego Death
I know you can’t outrun it
The whirlwind that I maintain
My lowest vibration, still strong
My rage, my alchemy
I know you cannot survive
This current, this riptide
The winds that cut you
And sabotage your lies
I know you cannot converse
With the angel I have covering me
My light shield, my fire
Sends your throat into flames
I know you must die here
Where you pervert your dwelling
And more than that, I know
That you are the one I am killing
'You misunderstand how history works,' she said. 'History is not a series of causes and effects which may be changed like switching trains on a track. It is a narrative agreement about what has happened and what is happening.'
The Ministry of Time, Kaliane Bradley
If it stays, it is love.
If it ends, it is a love story.
If it never begins, it is poetry.
- Nichomachus
The Blue Flower Moon in full bloom, by Milamai
la luna bella in the night sky
oh how i’d wished to fly that high
with you, hand in hand
to neverland
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Life finds a way, even in the cracks of concrete.
Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.
"This reminded me of you" is such a tender sentence. Oh to have impacted someone so much that they find bits of your soul and hold the memory of you in things and places when you're not around.
I say that to allmy friends when I saw something I know they like.
so soft it hurts
I hope the space
I left behind
You've taken as your own
To fill with your
Hearts desire
I hope it feels like home
We may not meet again
But I wish you all the best
Maybe in the next life
We can pass the test
-foreverbitingx
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For it's roots are so deep
A part of me
I vow to bring sunshine
In your time of need
Cos loving you
Is being free
-foreverbitingx
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“Always defend your right to heal at your own pace. You are taking your time. You are allowed to take your time.”
— Unknown
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New moon in conjunct — dawn whispered to enter the cavern of cancer — a womb of sympathy drawing empathy — limbic synthesis , dusk caresses the intimate moment of the earth’s silent review— in canticle , refraining the same wishes — how to prosper from the harvested heart that’s ripening by the door? whilst uninvested with the rest of the flowers , I have this eagerness the size of the immeasurable — I am pulled into the chamber where the backbone of our space had laid patiently naked , waiting for our lips to engage , yoke & mate like lovers meeting again after lifetimes of separation anxiety tormented by the vista of ageism & the lengthy difference between the sonar of our twenty gap of cavity— ah! How the hollowness of longing emptying itself knowing each fibre of the soul is refusing to be in denial anymore than to be rigidly fixed , immovable from each other’s sight — luna , of a solemn listener — prick your newborn ears for this plea , the antiphon of intentions to be deeply enmeshed with the one who would tug & haul my heart into wherever our vessels may be collided into — that she would yank me with all of her hunger & thirst , that our mutual desire of one another may be immortalised in an alabaster jar — how eternity seems shapely adjusted to her palms when mine is a well-fitted gloves matched to hers —
D C de Oliveira from Ki taku aroha "(VII)"
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