[festeredhearts]

[midnightinshadow]

[shisasan]

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

[wildnickk]

[ak-nm]

[paper-wounds]

[turkeynoodlesoup]

Lightning met the sunset last night

[wordsofliminality]

[wordsofliminality]

I see God in everything…

the trees and pain and nights in the spring.

So, why do I still long for a home?

I'd like to lay in a field on a cozy blanket

and feel the fear of never wakin'

to know the true warmth of thе sun.

12.8

[oatymilks]

shannon elle

[vkcorduroy]

New poetry from me 🖤💚

[wordsofliminality]

Eventually happiness starts to carry the weight of everything you did to get it. But, how do I explain that happy and guilty hold the same weight. I can’t set one down without first knowing the difference.

- 12.1

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[wordsofliminality]

“I would kill for you!” , “I would die for you!”

Okay, well, I would be kind for you. I would reject the impulses to indulge in my violent nature for you. I would wake up and get out of bed an hour early every morning to make coffee and breakfast for you. I would be there for you no matter what. I would leave the light on for you until you felt safe and I would hold you so tight until you felt at peace. Sure, I can be strong, if I have to. I can fight if it’s truly necessary but when I think about the way that I love you, it does not make me feel violent. It makes me feel quiet and gentle and calm.

- Joshua David MG 9-5

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[mvxxi]

[wordsofliminality]

I wonder why we chase meaning as if it’s run off to hide somewhere far off in an open field or up a mountain. We act like it’s a treasure buried under centuries of dust, waiting for the right hands or the right moment to uncover it.

Maybe it isn’t some grand revelation, not a destination, not a prophecy, not a miracle. Maybe it’s something smaller. Maybe meaning is the thread that runs through every choice, every loss, every moment you almost gave up and didn’t, every person you’ve loved. I think meaning has been here the whole time, waiting for us to stop searching long enough to feel it.

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[wordsofliminality]

calling all psychologists:

What is this ache in between my stomach and chest I feel when I’m at my løwest? I need the science because it’s more than just thoughts, I feel the sadness in my bones and skin. Ironically this is not a poem.

[wordsofliminality]