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Life is about perception and love is not the exception. You might be loving someone so much, with all your soul, but in the end if you do not love them in a way they understand, or are able to grasp or perceive, they will feel unloved. It is a sad truth that many a heart are separated not because they do not love but because they fail to feel and see that love.
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this was an assignment from a bit ago but i kept forgetting to scan it in >.>
Mine to Solve
A labyrinth of passing minutes
eating away my precious time
among fitful intervals
no one seems to control,
least of all myself,
a strange surprise
unforeseen
startling
me.
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D W Eldred
I am giving you this permission, to translate my soul into stars,
— Chuck Akot
Fears
I would be lying
No matter how you write a story, let’s look at the intent Write what you’re comfortable with and see where it went
You’ll be surprised by how natural it will be If you write a story that makes you feel free Don’t feel bad if your style is plain or verbose This is your voice; don’t regret what you chose
People’s opinions matter, but so does yours So try to remember what you’re writing for Whether for leisure, or whether for pay This is your story and that doesn’t change
Whenever a conversation with someone ends, my heart breaks a little, as though endings hurt me the most, I want things to linger, I want love to last, I never want anything to end, I know that sounds bizarre but yes that’s how I feel, I want people to never leave and once we talk, I don’t want to stop, why say bye and go away? Why not continue talking ? We talk for some time about random things and then end the conversation at some point, why? Well, I need someone who finds it weird too, to end things and not make them last. Like when we sit under the stars, I want us to spend the entire night on the roof, looking into the sky, lost among the stars and moon until dawn, no sleep, no hurries, just the two of us, together, celebrating every moment. I’m like either you don’t come into my life and if you come, never leave, either you don’t speak to me at all but when you do, never stop, either you leave me alone forever or if you stay, then stay till the last breath, just stay no matter what, I’m crazy, I need crazy people who think alike, if you’re normal, I’m sorry, you’re not my type.
Sparkandashes via tumblr // no endings please
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The ocean is captured & lives in
a fish bowl, merely a pet.
Given to a girl named Lisa
by her great grandparents
upon their death.
Lisa has no idea
what she has received.
The ocean tries to wake the moon,
hoping for a single tide to free itself.
The moon has ennui and
can barely reflect the sun
much less help the ocean create a tide.
Lisa sets the bowl by a window.
The ocean begins to sigh
so mournfully that Lisa
cries tears in to the bowl.
All at once the ocean begins to stir.
Lisa jumps back in alarm,
bumping the glass,
the ocean churns and swirls
with everything it has,
but can not free itself.
It needs the moon.
Where is the moon?
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who am I?, a terza rima
who am I?, a terza rima
Do I trust myself to know who I am? At thirty years of age I should embrace Myself and not fear that I am a sham.
So many others seem to age with grace. They know what they can do and who they want. They never seem to second guess their place.
The fear of commitment and not knowing haunt My dreams, both waking and sleeping. I cannot Imagine life with peaceful sleep. So gaunt
Are my eyes from…
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Sometimes people exist just for you to have a good time with and then move on from. And once you can accept that, it makes everything a lot easier, because a lot of happiness stems from managing expectations. The reason we get hurt so much is because we have a good time with someone and then we obsess- waiting for them to text us, wanting to see them again, stalking them, picturing our life with them- and then when we find out they don’t want exactly what we do, we’re crushed. But really, they don’t owe us a future or anything at all, they don’t even owe us a text the next day. And I’ve come to accept that sometimes a good time can just be a good time, without the promise of a future, and that’s fine.
I long to be happy.
Imagine what it must be like to face uncertainty without this dreadful feeling in your chest like something is terribly, terribly wrong.
Even thinking about it leaves me feeling uncertain, and then I get so caught up in rehearsing a hundred types of tomorrows that it’s like today does not exist.
Imagine what it’s like to struggle–fail even–and move forward gracefully.
No silent rage, no loud denial, no seeing a single moment as proof you should never have been born. Just falling, and getting up again. The forward motion of a wind up toy, versus the spinning of a top.
Imagine owning a pencil with an intact eraser, or a keyboard with a back button that hasn’t worn out.
I try to write poems sometimes without going back on anything I’ve said, but it’’s hard for me. It’s harder for me than so many other hard things. How can you hold the power to control a reality, however small, in the palm of your sweaty hands and not feel the need to use it?
I long to be happy.
But maybe I would long for it a little less if I lived without looking for ways to edit my life.
–this should’ve been a first draft // 4lornly
Don’t fall in love with ideas Because those ideas Will stay up all night Beating themselves up For not being What you fell for
“Sometimes, I am rain and it hurts to fall in love with the earth. She blossoms in the warmth of the morning and I say hey you’re amazing— your dandelion hair, your deep blue ocean eyes— your sunflower dress that reminds me of Venus’ birth. She smiles at me, annihilating as a forest fire and she says dear, dear, dear—you are a surprise— but it hurts to fall in love when I’m so familiar with goodbyes.”
— juansen dizon, Rain child’s Love song
“who among us can imagine ourselves unimagined? who among us can speak with so fragile tongue and remain proud?”
— ‘here yet be dragons,’ Lucille Clifton
