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-a dead rose-

I am looking at the dead rose in my hand

seeing it, thinking of the beauty it once held

the love that once was

associated with that

the once so blooming life in it

which never seemed to fade

just to be met with the reality

the reality of the ugly rose I now hold in my hand

still stinging it thorns into my skin

still hurting my feelings deep within

maybe it’s not yet dead-

no, there‘s no chance to bring the beauty of the rose back

while holding it I’m thinking about

what would’ve happened if I cared for it more

back then

if it could still be in a beautiful red

but I am pretty sure it was meant to be dead

it was inevitable after that

after I held the rose and bled

bled from trying to care for it

I think it’s time to let go of the rose

the dry rose in my hand

to spare me the pain it still spreads

it‘s hopeless after all

to hold on to a dead plant

I should just leave it here

put it out of my hand

let it go

perhaps to get a new one

in a bright, shining red

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Maybe one day I wont spend my days holding a knife to my neck

Maybe one day I’ll put that knife down and walk away

Maybe one day I won’t spend my days thinking about you

Maybe one day I’ll think about you for the last time

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maybe

i wander this world, feeling like the only person alive,

in some ways, i am.

i alone understand myself, though even that’s a lie.

i don’t grasp why i feel what i feel,

or why i do the things i do.

maybe i’m not real, maybe this world isn’t real.

maybe it’s all a dream, maybe not.

the answer to all i am is just maybe.

maybe one day i’ll get what i’m desperately yearning for,

maybe not.

even i don’t know what i crave,

if i crave anything at all.

maybe i’m alone in this world,

and everything is a creation of my mind.

people, places, feelings—all illusions.

maybe i’m a ghost, watching someone else’s life unfold.

maybe i’ll never feel complete within myself.

maybe.

-kaitlyn

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-the ghost of you-

the ghost of you haunts me

even though you aren’t dead

maybe it’s the memory of you

who’s constantly spinning around in my head

are you still here?

I scream at night in my dreams

all alone, not even a little piece of you to see

but you come back every now and then

back to me

I wonder if my head’s showing me

the future we’ll never have

were we ever supposed to have it?

am I just dreaming?

am I hallucinating?

or is it really your ghost that haunts me every night?

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I feel like I just desperately need a hug

my thoughts are raging non stop

I am overwhelmed by my own feelings

lost in my delusions

keeping me somewhat from losing myself

in my minds fog

consuming media about romance

being happy for others luck

while rotting away

just wanting someone who shows me

how they honestly love

and wanting to give my all to someone

who genuinely cares about what I am

what I know and what I feel

just someone who wants to know

the real me

and ever little detail I have

a bond with a person

so strong that not even the biggest storm

could keep us apart

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I dream of being loved. I dream of love that big that even my heart can't handle it, But Im worried. Im worried that this feeling isn't meant for me. My heart is always open for everybody, Like an ugly, scary shop open 24/7. I will always show love to everyone, Even to random people I met on the street. My destiny is to be a lover, not a loved one. It will be easier for me, If I come to terms with the fact I will walk through life alone. Not everyone deserves to be loved and maybe, Im one of this people. ~ER.

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Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

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Rati Saxena, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; "Mountain nights"

[Text ID: “Last night / there was a dream / And / In the dream? You / You / You / And / Only you”]

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It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.

Khush Bakht via wordedarchive

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I found all the letters you left

The ones you sent when times were better

I couldn’t help but read them again

And oh it hurt, the happy memories

The way you kissed the fine paper

Lipstick stains on the corner

Of the love we once knew

Now you’re gone, so far gone

After promising forever

I didn’t cry at all, only smiled

Despite the ache in my chest

It wasn’t a lie, I know

The love was real back then

I only wish you’d never promised tomorrow

When you could only see today

For I may be a poet

Telling the truth with lies

But every promise I ever made

Was promised on the stars

Could I say now I no longer love you?

That I no longer care?

No. I could never.

I found the letters, the ones you left

And I threw them all away

Not because I don’t love you anymore

A part of me always will

But I’ve moved on, written again

Left love notes in another heart

One who promised tomorrow

And walked with me through the dark

ⓒ Michael Greywood Poetry 2024

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i hope my absence gives you the peace my love apparently never could

- dee

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.’

[text id: in a sharp set of knives, i looked for a hand to hold. / i could not stop myself from needing to belong somewhere, even if that somewhere was a burial ground.]

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How I Got Home

Daffodils are lining fields; tulips are pushing through hardened soil as I watch every step, avoiding cracks in the cement. I heard melodies traveling on the clouds last night and I watched the sunset, brilliant and wild; I wondered if you saw the same sky.

I thought about the endless letters and how they rest, an effigy in a drawer next to my bed. And I thought about how far I have come yet I still cling to my fear of love and fascination with the dead.

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while I already watched his body decay

right in front of my eyes

I still tried to keep him alive

wasted every breath

to talk to the soulless body he got

and to beg the universe

to get him back to us

the one person I loved

the one I never thought would get lost

I had hope to call you mine forever

without even realizing

that the one you’ve been when we met

was long beneath the earth

just a rotting skeleton

laying there for months, nothing to preserve

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I dream but the night is still far, feel drained no matter how much I sleep

by laurenmaerie, tired thoughts