Alex Dimitrov, from “Love,” in Love and Other Poems
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Alex Dimitrov, from “Love,” in Love and Other Poems
[text ID: I love August and its sadness.]
you're gonna miss me when im gone
I found myself worrying for something bad might happen. Im overthinking.
The end of where it all began.
The first 8 months, I wrote with my eyes, with what I saw. How a writer preserves art no artist can capture. How a lover from the future can be anyone right now. I wrote about the empty spaces I saw inside me. I saw how writing must be used wisely. How you can be different by your poetry.
I write with anger sometimes, but it always ends up so messy.
One of my favorite things to do is to extract poetry from Taylor Swift Songs. Like her, I like to write a story behind another.
I wrote about the things I had, and the things I never had and wouldn't like to have. The things I would risk my own soul for, an early goodbye for my leave I don't know when would happen. I say "learn to determine the guides from the signs",but sometimes guides mislead.
Am I happy?
Oh yes I have people I want to be in the same home as me. I learned to expect the worst and let the best happen. I've let go of some anger.
But I still don't know myself. I still . . .
Feel that somethings missing
big new piece tomorrow, been writing for 8 months now woooooow
My Cosmos
By ; Wendy Augustina
Remember when you said
"Maybe one day
I'll meet someone
who looks at me
and sees forever"
People look, stare snd observe
Most people just take a glimpse and go away
But there are some eclipses that occur
And part again for another day
"Parting is such sweet sorrow"
No. Parting is sorrow and worse.
There's nothing sweet about letting go.
So maybe one day, you'll meet someone
Or maybe that day already came
How do you know if love is summoned?
Or maybe it's still in a cage
I know there's a star out there,
a line or whatever
And an eclipse will happen,
you intersect together
And when you do,
May time freeze and may the line end
I hope you'd never feel the bleeding
made by that blade
There's a star out there,
that sees you as their universe
She's out there, and calls you "My Cosmos"
Dedicated to : Vlad Cosmos
Amigo
By ; Wendy Augustina
"Migo, I love you"
"I know," he answered.
We're both in his silent room. No parents in the house, we're all alone. There's just me in his bed and him, holding a rope. The air is still, but my heart is not. I'm scared, I've never done this before. And surely I'd never do it again. My hands are shaking, and I can't stop it. It's just Migo, me and my spine-chilling idea that can lead to both pain and ease.
"Hey, it'll be okay. I won't hurt you. You know I'd do anything but hurt you". His voice, it's home. His smile, it's sunshine.
"Please be fast," I told him. Worried his parents might be home soon. With a smile in his face he answered me with a question, "Do you know how to get away with murder?"
I felt a tear run down my cheeks."Migo, I'm sorry. I really am. I'm so selfish I know". My voice is weak. I'm crying.
"You are". His face turned downwards. He started crying too.
"Well it's now or never" he got up and held the rope tied to the ceiling.
"Migo, please-"
"PLEASE WHAT?"
I took a deep breath, I knew I'd feel like this. I don't want Migo to go, he's my best friend. But at the same time, I want him gone. Forever. Because yes we're inseparable because he's in the spotlight and I'm the shadow. He's always in the fcking spotlight. Even in my own household. So I did the most unforgivable thing ever, asking him to depart from this life for me…
"Go away Migo, rest now" I managed to say those words. But I know it's not me talking, it's the strong feeling of anger inside me.
"I lived for you, everyday. Did you know that? I get up everyday in the morning just because I want to see your face. It's just right I do this for you, in that way, you won't hurt anymore. Right?"
"Migo… please"
ʇɐɥʇ ǝʞıl ʇsnɾ oɓ ʇı ʇǝl p,ʎǝɥʇ dn pǝʞɔɟ os ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ
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A Poem For My First Love
By ; Wendy Augustina
Who knew things could change over night?
Who knew one day im trying the next im dying
When I was a fallen warrior, lost all will to fight
You were the first one to tell me "keep fighting"
You've seen me live my best life
At happy family dinners, study dates and sunset roads
You've seen me try to take my own life
At the kitchen, by the sea and that one time by the road
after all, you're still here with me
in me
The man in the painting will remain in the frame
I can only stop dwelling in dreams and understand it's only been me all along
I painted the picture, and no one ever came
But the thought of him being real, and holding me all night long
after all
who knows, things can change over night
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Dumping a whole bunch of my poems, all from facebook
Do stalk me if u wanna read
You Look Good Wordsworth
By ; Wendy Augustina
Why do women always take so long in the bathroom? What's with bathrooms and womens anyway? Dont get me wrong, I love my wife but I think she loves herself more. She takes so long in the bathroom admiring herself or whatever she's doing in there. And me? I'm an impatient man. What a match huh? A woman with such sarcasm and me, someone who easily gets annoyed. Sometimes I wonder how we ever came to be. But I love Avyanna, and I'd do anything for her.
"Avy sweetheart hurry up we're going to be late!"
She opened the door and came outside wearning a white top with casual pants. She smiled at me and looked at herself in the mirror.
"You look good Wordsworth" she stated.
I couldn't stop myself from smiling. She always gets me, every single time.
"Darling we've been married for 3 years, and you still call me by my last name?"
"Oh" she looked at me. "Love. I was talking to myself"
Dedicated to : Avyanna Thea
So i was writing a piece, a prose, when i wrote down "i learned that grieving is the normal reaction to death". It has always been, grieving has always been the normal reaction to death.
*/rethinks life
do bullet journaling instead!
have you eaten? (i love you). did you get enough sleep last night? (i love you). how do you feel today? (i love you). did you have a nice day? (i love you). will you come on a walk with me? (i love you). here's some fruit I cut up for you. (i love you) (i love you) (i love you).
Cant bring myself to write anything
rest easy king, sweet dreams
(print of this is now available on inprnt: 100% of proceeds will go to the sarcoma foundation of america!)
Yesterday we had VECNANCY, now we have STEDDIE???
El finaly talking back, speaking up and telling how she feels in episode 8 was something ive always wanted to see. For the past years since Stranger Things 1 eleven have had a hard time expressing herself, and her anger. Now that she knows how to say how she feels and is back in the face of brenner. Its all just 'THIS IS WHAT I NEEDED' vibes.