peachypoems

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Rainy day ain't a bad day

Someone I'd come running to them when life would get a bit heavier, someone I'd run towards when I'm overflowing with excitement, pure joy and vulnerability. Flowing with emotions I sit and I embrace my feelings but sometimes I search for my favourite flowers on a bad day.

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Slowed motion

Melodies surrounding the area making it feel homely and sweet like honey. Sitting down letting the whispers quietly disappear into the background, birds chirping not chasing us with time. Why rush things, when you can just let it be.

See how things unfold, slowing our pace is sometimes what we forget to do, instead we try to speed our life just like we were children wishing to grow up.

Silently approach the plans and ideas, sometimes in pure silence with ourselves we create something more unpolished and beautiful. We're calmer when we're not rushing.

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A Shy Promise

Somewhere in the crowd there's somewhere a long life promise you made to yourself. It's now intertwined with someone you either met or are about to cross paths with. It's very important to share the promise with this person.

At the least expected moment you'll live the moment you dreamed off, and feel what you craved to feel. It will appear like waves crashing into one another, sun rays will capture it in a memory.

Believe in what you used to believe in and embrace your heart on the sleeve, don't run my dear it's okay, don't be afraid of being emotional. It's okay my dear, you're feelings are just heavier because they strive to be loud. Just like melody the louder it is the greater the beat. Sometimes we don't need a normal rhythm, we can be creative with it, if someone catches it they will see you, and dance with you.

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“So many books, so little time.”

— Frank Zappa

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Straightforward facts

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Final verdict of peace

In a realm where magic’s glow and shadow’s sway collide, their struggle echoes through the hallowed halls of the castle, a battlefield of hope and despair. They strive to save their world, clutching hope that won't be denied. Even as the madness of fools seeks to cage and control, some souls yearn for freedom's call, to heal, to fight, to make whole again.

Light and darkness dance in the twilight of their eternal conflict, tangled in a ceaseless, fiery struggle. Some fall into shadow, others rise with blazing might, beneath the starlit night of destiny. Wounds linger, not just etched on flesh but etched deeper in spirit, scars of war where spirits are bound and torn, yet still they hear the call to resist.

The devil once played gods, their pride a fleeting illusion, now war's fierce toll is paid in tear and fire. Peace hovers on the brink, as flames lick the sky, casting shadows of chaos. Sins shape the darkness, spells woven with malice, shadowy forces ensnare and deceive, servants of the hall of madness’s cruel shell.

But through sacrifice and grace, light shall prevail, claiming all in its luminous embrace. Secrets held within sacred halls whisper of hope, a sacred place untouched by despair. Endings bleed into new beginnings as unseen powers ignite, rising from scars etched upon skin, spirit, and soul in the endless night of battle.

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Enduring hopes of Younger Me

Once again one of my few wishes came true, spending time with family but also friends, filled the day with shared happiness and smiles. Something that I didn't get to do for a while.

This year's beginning arrived with hope and warmth giving me a pat on the back. Year's of waiting coming true. I hope I'll get to do it again, spending the first months like this.

I'm truly happy with how this day has been. It was warm and sweet. Nostalgic dreams are now fulfilled.

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Melting Snow

I will, I can, and I shall remember the peaceful scenes where birds sing gentle melodies at dawn. I recall the smiles and heartfelt words shared in a room filled with research and art, each person dreaming of life.

Even in silence, we understood what it means for our hearts to beat, life and dreams intertwined. To think and speak is to be heard.

I remember the sighs as we unwind our minds through hobbies, gathering to guide one another in moments of peace, knowing life’s heat may come unexpectedly, slowing our hearts.

Yet, we hold on, knowing that together, we are home.

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SnowAngel in Snowstorm

Snow fell as I was in deep sleep dreaming,

When snow falls I always wish for the same things over and over again, perhaps I should include myself in those wishes too sometime.

I always think of how delicate yet cold it is and how I wish it wouldn't fade so soon, why would I want my wishes to fade.

I would rather hug myself making a snow angel than warm a spot by my side for someone who doesn't want to stay with me in this snowstorm.

High boots, I'm running ahead, somewhere I don't know where, snow is blinding me, who knows where I'll slip, will someone catch me if I fall?

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The warmth of peace

Silence helped to consume time faster, just like loud music that would've sent shivers down your spine, making you emotionally enlightened.

Silent footsteps, occasionally branches snapping and leaves rustling underneath the boots. The sunset felt refreshing it always does.

The wind hummed, felt like I can peaceful swim away towards my dreams at night,

With melodies of laughter, and beating heart.

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Time Turner

Butterflies occupied my dreams lately, unaware what date was approaching. They were guiding me through the nightmares into pleasant memories, where there was laughter, water and sun shined, where plenty of photographs were taken. I still like taking pictures, even after those years. I grown to be more happier. I visited the place I remember you by the most, I wasn't alone so don't worry. We're all trying to feel at peace but when it's the day, it's often filled with nostalgia and silence for you. I greeted you with a smell of apples and cinnamon, with laughter about Christmas. The butterflies that I've saw in dreams felt like your warmth, peaceful and that's what made it happy.

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Next season

Colours changing in the sky, new season is setting in, leaves are falling.

Rosey cheeks, warm cozy clothes, Fall is approaching.

Hot chocolate, chocolate, cinnamon flavoured evenings, warm blankets and comfort movies are going to fill your evenings.

It’s fall for spooky pallets of magic.

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The center of my Heart

Every fragment, every string that’s being played, I am touched by the sensitivity, the intensity of being a person who is touched by emotions: my heart trembles and my mind sparkles with ideas describing what I feel.

I dream, but also exist in the very moment. What will yet to come: time and care, and patience will come in handy.

Based on trials and errors, you can later determine how much you want to accomplish your dreams.

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Garden Street

Writing this as a reminder of what once was, for it’s a reminder what a beautiful place we had growing up.

Dear home at the Garden Street,

Or should I redirect this to the nostalgia thread that my family has created and nourished.

One thing is for certain, the walls were filled with taste of homemade recipes, laugher and cries, with the sense of security as if you were wrapped up in a warm blanket.

For pictures will be left to tell your story show the prove of your existence, the stories that were whispered into the walls, will be told and will be remembered.

Dear home at the Garden Street,

You will always be a part of me a golden memory filled with love

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Closure

Everything was burning and the desires amplified the emotions consumed. Everyone were dreaming of being set free. Within’ fire you needed to set yourself free. Who you desire to be, the reflection within’ flames that’s the key. Feel, see and just be in the present. To feel the beating heart and what sets it ablaze full of desire and glow. See that you’re doing more than you think. Not standing alone but sitting with people at the table that you’re: welcome and seen. There’s no puzzles to wonder that confuse, some things just became clear, some lessons more valuable, learned by heart, followed throughly. So now you can step through the burning ground.

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Threads of courage

Speeding together seeing all the highs, the city remembers us.

The songs follow, finding them talking about a group of spirits: they are there for one another.

Nostalgia roots set in stone, knowing that in every timeline, they are there for one another.

Beauty of caring and understanding: it makes our hearts sprout flowers of courage,

Speeding side by side even in distance:

Invisible threads whisper with slight hint of longing and hope.

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When I’m back home

Readjusting and letting the wind blow in my hair

Cold air kissing my skin turning it pink.

Feeling goosebumps letting my body be at ease

Colouring the beautiful view that’s in front of me

Green eyes. I’m laying in grass with nature’s palette, can you tell which colour is mine?

Rays of sunshine and double rainbow

Is that how peace looks like?