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send me a love letter and i’ll send one back filled with my heart, soul and devotion.

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Part Six of Many - A House, A Home

I live in the house of white block and black stone. It’s clean and swept with the walls still wet. I saw you stare, so I thought you’d like to come in.

Don’t mind the boys, it’s best to leave them there. But notice this, my parents on their wedding day. Mother in her royal purple. Father, sitting, smiling and suited.

Oh but I see you like this instead; the painted lady with her pink parasol held high. Do you like where it’s hung? Father insisted it be in one of the bedrooms, but mother knows best, and now she hangs above the fireplace.

But come, don’t dilly dally my sister’s out so we can smell the flowers she loves oh so much, though we best not linger. She hates when others smell them without her.

Heavens, I beg you pardon my rudeness. You’ve entered my house and yet I’ve not made you a drink; it’ll take but a moment. Excuse the counter, I had had a few, two or three, before you came and I hadn’t had time to put things right.

But see I made a pitcher. Eccentric I know. I planned to make a glass, but one proved to be too good, and I hadn’t the heart to leave it there. But enough of that, there’s yours and here’s mine.

Do you like it? I hope you do. Mother taught me to make it some years before. She said it tasted best when you drank it nice and slow.

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blessed is the night, for it is good in its wonder

- Luo proverb

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Msitu ya Nyuki

A place of horrors; beauty yet Lurks behind the Creepers that strangles The evergreen trees. A thousand And one wings beat, a Hum, that urges me on. I see them laying there, lavender thick in the air. The Hum Before gone replaced by Summer smoke felt but not Seen unbearable in its sweet Embrace. They turn, I cower,

Eyes of unchipped amber wash Over me. Now between Summer smoke and crashing Waves, I surged forward. I knew she found me Wanting. But an echo, Vibrating through blood And bone, earth and Stone stilled me. Laughter, More tempting than any Devil blew through me. It was a Bitter thing like sour mash; it left me wanting for more. Honey Suckle blinding me to the Whispers that blow with it. He Beckoned and like Sirius, I Bound to his side. “Do you know What you are?” A wanderer, whose stumbled Into the Forest of Bees. Where sweet delights bring About violent beginnings And violent ends are tethered To sweet delights.

- Oboko

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Part Five of Many - Skins too Thin

I cry and cry and cry; yet

I don’t know why?

Has the hum in my arms

Grown too much for this form?

No it’s more. Closer to the root,

But not so far that I can’t

Slip in and slide out. Suits

That hide the soot and dust,

That muffles the pitter-patter

And drip drop. Sounds that won’t

Stop. Not after the arrows he

Shot, only to be ripped out

When I saw the pyre. So I

Cry and cry and cry. Knowing

That water won’t chase the

Flame nor wash away my stains.

- Luke Robyns

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از عشق هر آنچه مانده در خاطر من بوي گل سنجد است و رنگ گل نار The remnants of love in my memory: Scent of berry blossoms & the color of pomegranate

Qahar Aasi (via honeyandelixir)

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I miss the monsters

That hid in my closet

And under my bed.

Who were only

 Metaphysical

 And came out during the

Dregs of night. Beings

That I assumed

Went bump in the

 Night.

 I miss the monsters I could fight,

The ones who I could

Hide from under the covers

Till light.

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Why is it that whenever I have a positive thought about myself, my achievements or of just being proud of being born do I hear this loving voice that only slithers in when I’m about to be healed? 

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I hate those really vivid dreams that you’re still emotionally attached to after you wake up. You’re stuck, feeling for something that technically doesn’t exist.

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Part Four of Many - Ganymede of Maximilian

It started with a smile. A sweet innocent smile that could Blind the sun, and at each dawn it struck my core like lightning. A staggering vibration that would leave me raw for days; truly You are a god. For you have turned me into your humble cupbearer.

With each poured drink I lose myself, your hand wanders lower And lower. My hand, back, leg and face all graced by idle brushes, Each one bringing back the hum that I yearn for. But yet like the Raging storm you too shall pass; an eagle in search of another. A

Swan ready to pry open quivering doors furthermore. Only to vanish Once the deed is done and the cup is full, never will any one satisfy You.

- Luke Robyns

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i want a life full of soft colours, i want to bathe in roses and drink tea mid-afternoon; i want to watch the sunlight illuminate my room through the blinds, i want to be the sun, i want a library the size of the moon and to feel true reciprocated love—i want to love myself. i want red ribbons in my hair and long walks as the sunsets, i want to set a man’s heart on fire, i want to be fire itself. i want the pretty little things that make life fun.

P. A. Bitez From the book ‘Soft Tortures’ (via cherryfoxs)

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you’ve taken the ice between your teeth felt it slide over your tongue slip down your throat it sits just past the part where your esophagus breaks it bobs up and down with the beat of your heart it freezes your breath in your chest and it wraps long barbed fingers around the people you have tied your heart to love freezes too coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold i still love you coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold touch me, feel the ice of me coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold thaw me coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold

A.O.A.M. || February  (via tethea)

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and so, another month has come to an end; and somehow, i survived

haiku february 28/28 (cc, 2017)

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You’ll drink a bottle of whiskey by yourself as an attempt to get over them but in reality you’re just killing your liver the way they killed your heart.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

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I should have kissed you longer…relished in that moment. If only I had know it would be the last time.

Melly 02.08.17 (ambiguities)