Hello :)

wanna-be poet & author💖 // an honest, disorganized succession of thoughts through the trail of time💛 mostly love poems tbh

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I have been writing a book of poems for awhile now. Trying to compile my best pieces in the last 10 years or so. Even if it means nothing to anyone, it’ll mean something to me. And maybe it’ll touch one person.

Or honestly I just want it to be good. I want my writing to be recognized. I want to be recognized and for my style to be appreciated. But I recognize that won’t happen unless I continue to write. I won’t improve.

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So many lives have been lived

So many words have been said

So many books have been written

So many songs have been sung

What more could I live

What more could I say

What more could I write

What more could I sing

To put my voice into the world

Is to add it to a cry of voices

And to have it drowned out

To add my voice amongst the rest would be to lose it in the big pot of it all

There is nothing that I have thought that hasn’t already been expressed at some point or another in prayer to God.

So I stay quiet. And I don’t express it to those around me.

Because who’s listening?

And who cares?

Truly no one. No one but God.

It’s sad but it’s true.

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the parts of myself

that you made careful mention of

have become my new favorite features

pity

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there’s a seamless beauty in the keeping of time

almost as though marking the day, hour and minute

will somehow grasp the moment in the air and suspend it there

hanging in a balance so that at any time at all you can go back and walk around it

observing and absorbing the beauty of what occurred in that exact moment in time

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there can be too much truth in any relationship

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i used to travel and be excited to see all the new faces.

each one held possibility.

and yet now since none of them is you it no longer is the same.

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it’s interesting the words that can lay between two souls

the words rest on a bed of discomfort and longing

one knows only her own thoughts

she guesses and attempts to induce the other persons true intentions

and in the absence of words much is left to the interpretation of inexperienced hands.

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it’s truly astonishing how much i continue to miss you in random parts of my day.

i’ve again and again made a fool of myself simply because my heart continues to lean in your direction.

the amount of love poems i’ve written in the past year is truly alarming.

and perhaps at the end of it all, all i’ll truly have to show for it are pieces of paper that will drift away in the wind.

rather than having them find their way into your hands like what my heart secretly hopes for.

how pathetic and sad. when i’ve quite convinced myself that you never even loved me.

at least not in the same gut wrenching way.

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sometimes we willing dive into love with someone we know we can’t have

our heart yearns for something it can’t have

it willing puts itself in harms way in pursuit of the unattainable

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i've compiled the poems I've written for you this past year. you shall not receive them. but they're for you.

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10/15/21

next month jake and isaac and i shall participate in NaNoWriMo.. I’m super duper excited at the chance to possibly write a book. the thought runs through mind on whether or not i should prepare a plot and characters w a mind toward character development.

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08/16/21

grief lays siege to the bones

gripping it for weeks on end

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09/09/21 // re-write

grief laid siege to her bones

gripping it for weeks on end

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There is something so sad and listless in knowing that there’s truly no-one you can share your love of words with. No-one you care to share it with at least. And knowing that when you did find someone whom you thought might appreciate the delicate intricacies of poetry and literature, they were taken from you like a thief in the night. Stolen with bad intentions and a general lack of knowledge, loyalty or sense. Solace can only be found in the familiar sounds of a keyboard typing words that no-one else will ever understand but you.

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08/16/21

grief lays siege to the bones

gripping it for weeks on end

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the taste of the exhale,

when cold water hits my skin,

after warm had been running down so smoothly,

is what the memory of you tastes like.

[thoughtkick]

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.”

— Alfred Tennyson

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”If you’re going through hell, keep going. Why would you stop in hell?” - Steve Harvey