Hearts a dove of sense
unaware even outraged

Our bilateral ignorance
In secret recessive kisses

Galaxies of dancing pixels
to their own alias prisons

Morning winter walks in bare feet
In fighting,trade offs,They’re such tools

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of your
darkness
I was calling you
every midnight hour
I called you by the most
bitter names
I called by the sweetest
How many empty hours
i spent punishing
my flesh?
No more prayers left
to ease the mourning
The words you never said,
thousand knives
on my back

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thoughts
shrugged away
in the day

come back
come back at night
as dreams
soldering reality
with weird



📷Pinterest

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Buds of hope we live for,
Never letting go of the past,
Building dreams on the sand,
Of a chanting ocean,
Until it ends the symphony,
And never returns to
Our broken hearts…

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in life will always linger
We try to forget, but it won't budge a finger
We can try to make amends
But the hurt never ends
It's hard to accept that life is a jinger

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“This is for the birds.” A flock of birds appeared. “It’s raining cats and dogs.” I jumped under an awning as cats and dogs fell from the sky. “The elephant in the room.” An elephant sat before me. “See you later alliga…” “No! No alligators!” Too late.

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my fingers around the door handle
then pull it open from the other side
I know you’re everywhere
at once
free from the boundaries
of time and space
I felt the time you explored
the chambers of my heart

Next time untether all I know
and take me with you

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The eyes are cold and black,

And we can't help but feel under attack,

As it prowls and stalks with deadly grace,

Determined to bring us to our final resting

🧵





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nights backwards darkness
at the end of dreams
there I find the light




Art:Brooke Shaden

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Loved but suffocated,
Too many words..
Too much noise..to feel~
Where can I steal the silence
Of simplicity?
Paint myself onto an easel
And find
A blanket of warmth?
For lately..
Kisses in the wind
Have been unlimited,
And now I find I am..
Performed,

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At the evening siren, occult arms tucked in pigeon wings open black door and set up their The last piece of Sun lights the fingers. Astral grows under tips, right there where voluptuous rose left her echoes a couple of breaths ago.#vss365 🖼️astrodeum

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sleepwalking in infinite loops
until a glitch breaks my routine

ephemeral jazz solo
detonating shrapnel tears

stepping off a plane into
a wall of humidity

raunchy aroma of
flowering pear trees

magical moments as
an unburdened
reflecting emptiness

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Tears fell
she told him how sorry she was
to come empty-handed

He said nothing in response
only turned her palms skyward
to show her
how those same hands
would become the
for the canvas that was her skin

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When sleep won’t come
I pick up my pen
Listening to footsteps
On the cobbles outside
Fog blurs street lamps
Caliginous flames in darkness;
With waking perception
I write the connection
Between fiction & reality




🎨 Colin Myers

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The golden
moment
to divest
ourselves
from ego,
a soulful
connection
to a new
world,
made of
humor
with our
thoughtful
eyes.

📷Daniel wall

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Crimson red and moody blue
queen in horns and hooves
Took my heart and dragged it West
Scorched her lungs just drawing breath

Slaughtered chickens in their coop
Dunking hearts in dead man's soup
Boys had scorned a grazing cow
But I don't hear those critics now

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Soft fragrance from bluebells and fern
Sunlight through trees signals spring’s return
Rushing waters from a river upstream
Usher in scents of wisteria and hints of ice cream
no more, she melts in my embrace
For the winter of this world
Has vanished without a trace

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The sun teases the vixen tones in my once believed midnight hair. It curtains my face like a babydoll dress, and I watch your stare through eyes no more distant than summer's lasting, bittersweet yawns. You are riddled with poetry—a taste forever lingering.

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