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ode and elegy

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reveal the infinite,

and the infinite will hug you,

water does not end,

water won't end you,

truth cannot drown,

but it won't save you,

it didn't save hippasus,

held at the lip of the sea,

where numbers failed,

and let go of his hand,

they took him to shore,

to purify his soul..

their hands were clean when they let go,

forever unwashed sins,

and salty bones,

now stained,

screams churn in the wind..

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they were two souls

engraved in the same sky

but born on opposite sides of time.

she fades when he rises

a slow surrender into blue

and when she blooms he dims

a quiet bow into the night.

they loved each other

from a distance

from a longing place

where light can almost touch shadow

but never hold it.

when the eclipse is near

a stolen breath

a borrowed heartbeat

a moment where day and night meet.

but the sky cannot stand still

the earth dances

and they let go..

their love becomes

a silent scream

that keeps the heavens moving

a sacrifice so gentle

yet so heavy

even the stars blink twice

when they part.

they never stay

they're forever in love

forever reaching

forever almost touching

between day and night

between hey and goodnight..

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the walls are tired of me

hearing my sorrows in woe

your spell has bound me

and I can't let go..

old wounds are bleeding

crimson red tops the snow

my love for you is receding

and yet i can't let go..

these feelings rise above me

while deeper I sink below

still hoping you'd dive for me

I won't let go.

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Un corps que la mer n’a pas pleuré

Les vagues sont venues..

mais toi, tu ne l’étais plus.

La mer chuchote nos vieux secrets

à un cœur devenu roc.

Je m’assois sur une chaise rouillée,

le sel dans mes poumons, le sable dans mes cheveux.

Le vent sait ce que tu n’as jamais su..

que le silence pousse là où l’amour s’est tu.

Les vagues m’étreignent dans leur froid manteau

pendant que je me retourne, un dernier sursaut.

Le vent a volé la chaise,

comme ton visage, un jour flou de mai.

Je n’attends plus.

Je me dissous, lentement,

un corps que la mer

n’a pas pleuré.

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Plus qu’un corps (pour ceux qui pensent encore que le feu suffit)

T’approcher de moi,

c’est comme un papillon tournant autour d’une flamme..

séduisant, fatal.

Tu as regardé mes lèvres bouger

mais tu as oublié d’écouter mes mots.

Oui, tu vois mon feu...

mais peux-tu porter mon âme ?

Peau contre peau ?

Pourquoi ne pas plonger plus profond..

te noyer dans les courants de mon esprit ?

Je te vois perdu dans mon physique,

mais aimer ma poésie...

serait bien plus électrique.

Alors…

tu veux brûler en moi ?

Il faut d’abord te laisser engloutir par moi.

Mais attention…

tous ceux qui plongent

ne remontent jamais.

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Octobre, encore

Deux âmes, trop effrayées pour faire le premier pas,

alors elles se sont regardées s’éloigner, sans rien dire.

Deux âmes, hésitant à se dire bonjour,

alors elles se sont dit adieu du regard.

Deux âmes, poursuivies par la peur,

se sont retrouvées prisonnières du regret.

Deux âmes, disant moins qu’elles ne ressentaient,

alors elles n’ont jamais cru que cela pouvait devenir plus.

Deux âmes, silencieuses quand il fallait parler,

alors elles crient désormais dans leurs oreillers chaque nuit.

Deux âmes, se désirant plus que tout,

mais qui ont enterré cela au fond de leur cœur.

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i stood on the edge of the shore,

while you were still drowning in her waves..

I came in as a quiet storm,

but you were already soaked from yesterday's rain.

I was ready to shake the world,

for you.

"one more wave" you pleaded,

as you sank beneath a heartbreak.

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you and I were glass..

a mirror broke in half, reflecting,

your cracks became mine,

my edges sharpened your lines.

you saw yourself in me,

and I saw myself in you,

a perfect symmetry,

until the silence grew.

the day you vanished..

the mirror shattered,

broken pieces falling,

truth’s sharp edges scattered and blood spattered.

and in the shards, I found..

the me, I always hid,

clear, fierce and unmasked,

while yours was absent, scared and detached.

no more echoes of you,

no frail light to catch,

I stand alone..

whole again, since the day you left.

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I tried to heal that shattered part of you,

but only ripped my soul to give it through.

No return—

you just left me to burn.

You bled your scars right into me,

left me drowning in agony.

Down in a hole—

your love’s a bed of thorns I can’t console,

And still I reach for a love that kills me whole.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— unknown (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[nixscriptum]

[stlowens]

Anaïs Nin, from Incest: From a Journal of Love

[madgirlscosm-deactivated2025051]

— Jonathan Safran Foer

[nixscriptum]

the lover’s almanac : part one.

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I left us burning at the edge of a sigh

your name feels bitter on my tongue, yearning for a goodbye.

we never lit the flame,

but did we still inhale the shame?

the intimacy of our silence...

it's there,

heavy, haunting and bare.

you're vanishing slowly into the air, just like a smoke

from a burnt-out cigarette I should've never lit, a promise I should've never broke.

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I washed my hands

till my skin peeled off

I scrubbed it raw..

but the dirt won't come off.

New path, new shoes,

somehow I end up

in the same muddy route

I always choose.

Sin and repent

a cycle that will never bend,

I promise to change and I vow

not to strangle in a rope of owe.

I burned my old self

lit the match and threw it with hurry,

but why do I keep rotting

beneath the same ashes

I swore I'd bury?