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[vasopv-blog]

Drunken Hopes on Fire!

Paper Wings

A poem about soaring ambition, fueled by desire, that rises into the sunlit heavens only to crash into illusions, futile hopes, and final as

[paulrkohn]

NEW POEM...

Care portrayed as hurt

leaves love languishing.

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Thank you for reading my words. I hope they help and heal you as much as they do, me

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[taintedcanva]

A reason that isn’t mine

I am still here

not because I am in love with living,

but because I know

my absence would leave fingerprints

on people I love.

I imagine the silence after me

the unanswered calls,

the room that suddenly feels too large,

my name becoming something

people say carefully.

And somehow,

that is what keeps me breathing.

Not hope.

Not some beautiful belief

that tomorrow will be better.

Just the knowledge

that my pain would become

someone else’s.

So I stay.

And nobody tells you

how exhausting it is

to survive for other people

when you don’t know

how to survive for yourself.

I laugh sometimes.

I eat.

I answer messages.

I make plans.

I look alive.

But somewhere inside me

there is a girl sitting very quietly,

asking why living

has started to feel like a debt

she keeps having to repay.

Maybe I don’t want to die.

Maybe I just want

this version of living

to stop hurting.

Maybe that’s the part

I haven’t learned how to say.

So tonight,

I will borrow tomorrow

until I can find a reason

that belongs to me.

[clock-orange]

brooklyns got these, bullet bound ballet girls

ones who eat cotton - ones who rest

Rockefeller St is best in the winter time

loose yourself in crystals -

the art of taking your last breath

colored capsule delicacy, make my mind calm

play the piano quietly - tell me i’m all wrong

bullet bound ballet girls who live off columns

weary song, sway dead in the silence -

dull bladed daydreams hold your hand at night,

you can hear screaming from the angels

they’ll beg and plead - let’s be alright

you’ll drown quicker in the quicksand

if you don’t breathe - imagine a butterfly, swaying,

then hanging from a willow tree

untitled, kin

[paulrkohn]

NEW POEM...

Sullen silences surface

sporadic strained seclusion

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#sixwordpoem

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Thank you for reading my words. I hope they help and heal you as much as they do, me

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[taintedcanva]

There are ghosts

that don’t haunt houses.

They haunt habits.

Choices.

Patterns.

They return wearing prettier faces,

softer voices,

better timing.

They ask the same questions

your younger self

answered incorrectly.

This time,

don’t confuse familiarity

with destiny.

Some doors

are only beautiful

because you’ve forgotten

what was behind them.

You will be tested.

Show them that you studied.

[juliafizer]

Quiet Bloom

Some hearts bloom in silence, Even after endless rain. The stars still find the broken sky, And teach the night to shine again. Maybe healing looks like this.

[rhunedhel]

Alexander Birch, "Whole"

alexanderbirch.substack.com/p/whole