The Daily Labyrinth

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[therealmoonknight5]

those almond eyes

how i followed your bright eyes through the night like a moth fanning toward a flame. you never asked for my hands, I offered them to you anyway under the moonlight, i have loved you far too deeply, deep enough to surrender every fibre of my soul.

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to whom needs it

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the wind

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dreams

how beautiful is it to exist without a purpose

like a bubble floating away into the beyond,

not like a flower destined to wither,

not like a stream forever drawn to the ocean,

as the pain binds every part of your being,

slowly easing its jagged chains into your skin

marking its imprint deep within

desperate to bring you to its dark embrace.

for no soul is assured an untouched existence,

carrying your open wounds and scars

you must stand up for yourself.

for the self that dared to dream.

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confession

how your words draw life out of my soul

and spill it like a bottle of ink, splattered

it pays no heed to my wailing,

just quietly seeps into the pages.

where I thought I was whole, it finds the seams

and unravels every part of my heart.

how the ink taints every fiber of my being

and will be etched, engraved into the memories of you , my dear

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reverie

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confession

how your words draw life out of my soul

and spill it like a bottle of ink, splattered

it pays no heed to my wailing,

just quietly seeps into the pages.

where I thought I was whole, it finds the seams

and unravels every part of my heart.

how the ink taints every fiber of my being

and will be etched, engraved into the memories of you , my dear

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to you

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may

my love you are far too distant for my arms and far too close for my heart

you complete every fragment of my being yet remain something that I was never meant to hold.

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privilage.

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she is still inside me,

I carry her where ever I go,

to the mountains, along the river, by the meadow.

for my darling, you will forever remain woven into every place I love.

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memories

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here finally.

hope and light settles where doubt and fear once thrived,

it swirls away into the abyss never to be seen,

and the door that I feared

opens from the inside.

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her?

“A smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities.” “For in tremendous extremities human souls are like drowning men; well enough they know they are in peril; well enough they know the causes of that peril;--nevertheless, the sea is the sea, and these drowning men do drown.”

-Herman Meville

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[intersectionalpraxis]

"Here are your tortured poets. All from Mahmoud Darwish to Dr. Refat Alareer to Khaled Juma, these are tortured poets. Tortured by longing for a home they can never return to, tortured by the world they were born to for BEING BORN. Palestine, home to the tortured poets department." [@/folkoftheshelf on X. April 20th, 2024.]