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I know he watches Me look into the sunset, Searching for answers.
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Awoken to tousled hair, sleepy eyes, Enveloped in familiarity. This moment: all of the world’s tragedy, Beyond the reach of rational minds, lies. Pink lips fluttering across gentle sighs, Absent-minded vulnerability, Baffling to me, is such reality Could from minimal effort birth and rise. Awoken twice to darkness without end. A cold draft plunders: rude and abrasive. Eyes pinch shut: a desperate call for sand To generously trickle, fill and give Me another ch
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I threw out milk today. I haven’t had to do that for a long time. I like to bake, you see, and sometimes, I need milk. But, at the same time, I’m lactose intolerant. So you see my conundrum now. I hadn’t realised that he’d begun to drink the milk I couldn’t manage to use in time. I hadn’t realised that he won’t be here to drink the milk anymore. It expired today, the milk. We expired three weeks ago.
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Undoubtedly, Live at Royal Albert Hall - Adele. I'm a sap.
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thank you so much!
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Grey clouds, yearning to Unload rebellious droplets: Much like my two eyes.
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Your lips tasted sweet on mine: dry and cracked: The fissures running through my self-esteem, Nourishing the thirsty, fallen and wrecked, Evoking emotions: a foreign dream. Darkness stretched beyond the vast horizons And unrestrained into the wayward past Whence a glimmer of your crooked smile burns Through its unrelenting hold: turned to dust. I once feared small places, suffocating Spaces full of air quiet, still and stale But your arms: a prison I stay willing, Reading the ma
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thanks for featuring my prompt response
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I remember a moment of pure bliss Too many novels were written about; Void of the darkness of later crises: Encroaching on future horizons: doubt. The dusk light reflected in golden rings Around the portal to your open mind. Then, I was ignorant my cruel sins In time, would scar and leave them closed behind. Hours accrued to days, those spent in each Other’s warmth: basking in all that we share. Then, I knew not: years later I would reach Across an empty bed and touch cold air.
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Thank you for the great review. Poetry is a catharsis of sorts after all. As for the freedom from hurt part, I'm still waiting on it. But thank you
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Thank you Lisa! I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for the review!
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Thank you so much for the review. it's nice to know people read the poetry i write seeing as this is mostly a narrative site.
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Thank you for the review! Oh I just misunderstood because you mentioned that greek poetry used 12-syllable lines and I assumed it was permissible to use 10 or 12 syllables. It's entirely an oversight. But thank you for the challenge, it was a great fun.
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Stranger, could you have left any more scars? How quietly you stole into my heart And robbed me blind of all these precious things I did not know I still possessed these days. You whispered empty promises I’ve heard Too many times before, yet I never Learn that sweet words burn harsh on their way up. I lie awake picking at the stitches That holds together someone I don’t know. When did they fall, these walls I built so high?
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Tender buds spring forth with vigour, admirable. Young love, charged, electric, strong words too quickly form. But transient is infatuation, fallible. March flurries bury the hasty: it’s a cold storm.
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I wasn’t looking, When our eyes met Across a dark room. I swore I would never build Dreams in another Man’s kiss, Or carve out futures In their Fleeting embrace. But your words So sweet And touch Inflaming. Ocean water To a Parched Shipwrecked sailor. Your hold Firm and touch Reassuring And so I built These Expectations Upon foundations I did not know Would dissipate. Your breath Sweet and lips Comforting And so I held You to Promises Made in a drunke
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Same old demons, Different night. Cold sweat, Thrusting among sheets. Quiet horrors, Nightmarish dreams. Reality’s seams Unravel. Lonesome struggles Against shapeless figures Of your own Twisted mind. Perhaps strong arms Wake you To live another day, But be warned, They slink in the slivers Of your mind the light Doesn’t touch, Only to emerge Another night.
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Latex gloves snapped on: its overwhelming odour filled my nostrils. I picked up the blade and with a steady pressure, watched as the layers of flesh peel apart. Despite the morbidity, I never failed to notice how uncannily similar it felt to a kitchen knife running through a pork shoulder. Blood oozed from the laceration, viscous and vivid: the ruby droplets gathering in the freshly opened gash. Latex squelched against flesh as my hands pushed into the cavity. ‘Cross one stich two,’ my mother t
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Just random excerpts prose that I never managed to make whole.
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hahaha thank you so much for the high praise. it was an attempt. meter is too rigid for my tastes. it was really fun to write this though, stretch out those muscles i've never noticed how completely instinctive the stresses go in my speech, it's really hard to figure out where the accent falls.
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Fire warms the lonesome warrior Memories marred by chilling silence. Empty tables empty platters Promises no more kept by corpses. Sugar sours, bitter lingers. Favourites haunted, ghosts of mistakes Past, fatigue devours courage. Emptiness feeds on damaged people.
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I wished I’d started ballet when I was seven, when I decided I would never fit in. I wished I’d started ballet when I was ten, when I decided I would never be athletic. I wished I’d started ballet when I was twelve, when I decided systematically shutting down when other kids picked on my flaws was not going to cut it anymore. I wished I’d started ballet when I was fourteen, when I was starting to believe that maybe life could get better. I wished I’d started ballet when I was sixteen, when I dec
