Words filling up my heart

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[celtic-poetry]

Why is that,

my heart is tingling,

burning with

undisclosed

desires?

Why is that,

my heart is playing games,

with my stressed broken mind?

When I’m just trying

to lay low &

to mind my own

business?

When I’m just trying

to go by and survive

in this godforsaken

world?

Why is that?

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I wish to continue where we left off.

Though I know it won’t be like that.

Time is gone

and that particular time won’t come again.

We are not the same as we were.

We are older now. More mature I want to think.

More experienced as well. I hope.

But I do also know, because of this -

we would never be able to continue.

Something old is gone.

Something new, maybe, can be born.

From the ashes, of what was left.

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I have always left my childhood door open a smidge. I can’t fully close it. I’m afraid to let some things go, the nostalgia is too great. Maybe I’m overly sentimental but whatever it’s my life isn’t it. It’s my fucking door to close or not to close. Whenever I feel like it. It may be never but who knows…It can be tomorrow or the day after or twenty years from now or yeah, it can be never. I think if it’s one thing I’ll have a hard time to do, it’s to close that damn door. I’m too chickenshit to leave that part of me behind. So a smidge it is. Just a smidge. But it is enough. It makes me feel whole.

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Slowdancing with you,

out back, at the patio

under the stars

it’s kinda cold

but neither of us

feeling the cold

we are warm, so warm

in our embrace

dancing around

to the music

coming form a radio

sitting in one of the neighbor’s

kitchen window

I think it is black magic woman

by Santana, but I’m not sure

it doesn’t really matter

all that matters is you

and me dancing,

slowly,

under the star-covered

evening sky

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You truly fascinates me.

I think you have, all the way from the beginning.

But I didn’t really realize then. What it was.

It’s been years since then & it just hit me.

Like yesterday. And I saw you.

Anew. In a different light. So to speak.

But nothing will ever be. We are too dissimilar.

To even try. Breaching our bubbles.

But still, you fascinates me.

And it has to be enough.

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Yeah so what

I have this ache in my bones

For something I cannot name

Just that it pierces me

Whenever

If anything

I’m tired

Of not knowing

And you, you need to let me go

That much I know

You’re not the one

My bones ache for

- @celtic-poetry

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It's my 13 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Twin souls intertwined.

-//-

Not everyone gets to meet their soulmate but I meet mine… the day I met you.

-

When I took one look at you across the room and just knew. I knew you would become very precious to me. Maybe it was some kind of recognition… of a twin soul shining through so radiant … I don’t know. But I just knew. All the same. You were something special.

I made a split second decision & I haven’t regretted it since…

-

For just a moment, Iwas brave, braver than ever before

until - collision - a quiet hello fell from my lips.

I was brave no more. You just looked me in the eye. Smiled a little. Walked away.

As first meetings go? Not worth to mention. However. The second time we collided? Magic.

-

I don’t know I honestly don’t know

who or where I would be, without you…

because as it is, we are two twin souls intertwined. Never to be parted. Ever again.

.

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It was ages since I wrote about you

don’t ever think I have forgotten

all the words describing you

they’re always on the tip of my mind

craving to be heard, to be seen, to be known

don’t ever think they’re gone

they’re still there, waiting

-

I remember your smile the best

the one that reaching your eyes

that one that makes my tummy swoop

that makes the butterflies come alive

I remember your hand combing through my hair

softly, so softly while I rest my head in your lap

I remember how your voice caresses my ears

quietly, whispering secrets in the night

I remember your hand in mine

holding tight, so tight - never to let me go

-

I sometimes wonder how a look in your eyes

could tell me everything I ever needed to know

- “ you are enough & that is ok”.

…

I still write but not as often. Not nowadays. I don’t need to. I don’t need to. Because I know now.

I know. Some things don’t need words.

They just are.

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she has been through hell the experience hardened her put an armor around her self built by sparkling pebbles and angel tears

gone are the fragile flower the delicate swan the soft bit of coal

now she is like a diamond a flower of stone nothing can destroy her never hurt her again

she transformed herself into a new entity like something out of this world

holding her head high carrying a legacy on her shoulders

she survived she never gave up she has been to hell and she came back

stronger

(Writerscreedchallenge - ‘the diamond flower’)

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some days I wish I was stronger

some days I know that I am

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sometimes it feels like I’m gonna run out of time

for what? I’m not sure

to do the things I need to do

perhaps perhaps not

still I need the fixes to go on to go around

some days I don’t feel anything nothing is amiss

while other days I ache for something

I do not know I have never known

just knowing it’s missing somehow

a craving a desire eating me from inside

makes itself known clawing spreading devouring

and I don’t know how to feed it to make it go away

and it just drowns me in ache in despair in a hole

I can’t get free I can’t let go I’m stuck

I’m pinned to the surface

like one of them butterflies

waiting for the ache to consume me whole

-

truthfully it’s damn great that this despair

this darkness this ache isn’t present all the time

that it just comes around some days

otherwise I don’t know

how I would have the strength

to smile like I do

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so you’re like a weed then

You come back always

no matter how much I try

to cut myself free

from your suffocating lies

you just pop up again

like a weed and so it begins

I can’t flee, I forgot how to

just to breathe is hard these days

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they’re feasting tonight

the demons of mine

stealing my braveness

high-jacking my mind

sleep comes very slowly

maybe, never at all

they like that

those demons of mine

whispering in the dark

laughing at my despair

making me desperate

making me small

…

I hope the exhaustion,

will be enough this time,

to let me fall asleep

before the sun goes up

tomorrow will otherwise

be petty bleak I’m afraid

because they would have won

those demons of mine

[celtic-poetry]

“We love to hurt…”

— every fandom ever

[wordsfillingupmyheart]

“You don’t need to fix yourself for him. Or her. Or them. Ever. If they don’t love you, exactly as you are. They’re wrong, for you. They’re wrong.”

— @celtic-poetry, Don’t change for love

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I told you who I was

and how I was as a person

you took me in

with open arms

said you understood

said it was alright

and still

you’re saying now

you can’t with me

you can’t with my strangeness

wasn’t it alright

after all

- and apparently, I “don’t care”

(not enough anyway)