Poetry & Prose

A safe haven for all the thoughts I had before repressed.

[thought-it-undaunted]

I don't need an escape.

I need the arms of home

wrapped around me

Under a moon of our own making.

[thought-it-undaunted]

Oh how I thought this deep grief

This ferocious longing

Could be my desire for relief

From current hardships.

But if happiness, contentment has a curse

It is that the longing doesn't stop.

No,

The devotion, hunger

Is it's own living, breathing entity.

So like a sacrament

These tears fall as tradition spreads the days

Testament of the reality

Of loving lost.

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I just heard "If you love someone, you're never truly apart."

17 years apart is proof of that....

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"Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will ruin your life and you will call it fate." - Carl Jung

[soulmates-twinflames]

[mstgsmy66]

[vintage-tigre]

Steve Irwin chatting with an American Bald Eagle

[dle0404]

Bald eagle 🦅 recuperating ❤️‍🩹!

[thought-it-undaunted]

Perhaps these tears are not because

It never was.

But because it is

On another plane.

And that pain

Is a sweet balm

In the presence of almost nothing.

[thought-it-undaunted]

Why do I remember you like you were mine?

And why do I still feel like you are (thought-it-undaunted)

[taramysweetlove]

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Wrapped Up

I'm all wrapped up in jealousy

A blanket of my own making.

Stitched with shapes of anger, tears.

Quilt squares with scenes of a life unmet.

It's warm here.

Theres a certain comfort

though the fabric scratches.

My breath recirculating.

Threatening panic

At such hot and vapid jealousy.

It would end me

If not for the tether

Of the heart.

Connected in understanding

In belonging

In uncomfortable

Unbridled

And ever-varying love.

[madeyoulaughgifs]

Squirrel mind trick

[thought-it-undaunted]

Rondel of Merciless Beauty

By Geoffrey Chaucer

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who was once serene; Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen. Only your word will heal the injury To my hurt heart, while yet the wound is clean - Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who was once serene. Upon my word, I tell you faithfully Through life and after death you are my queen; For with my death the whole truth shall be seen. Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who was once serene; Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.

[thought-it-undaunted]

When he creates impossible time for you🤎

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