#Short poem about life
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tipsandtricksforlife28 · 7 months ago
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महात्मा गाँधी के अनमोल विचार | mahatma gandhi ke vichar | Precious Thoug...
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jupiterntaurus · 2 years ago
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Bewildering Dreams
Bewildering Dreams The ticket to the gates is golden. And the stakes of the game are high. Yet we’re betting all our chances to luck. And we pray that it’s enough to start again, to build again, to fight to live to be happy again. Are we foolish? Are we dreaming? Is this real? Are we laughing? Are we trippin’? What’s going on out there? Yes. Maybe? Maybe not. Maybe a little. Maybe a whole…
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inabigworld · 8 months ago
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to go where you love, and bring love where you go.
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feral-harvest · 7 months ago
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How tenderly he holds the viper with it’s fangs in his palm.  How endless the trails of blood how parallel                           how calm. 
Carolina Outcrop. Hold the Attention of a Woman.
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Detail of “The Man of Sorrows” by Hans Memling.
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avelera · 2 years ago
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Calliope in Sandman is the Muse of Epic Poetry, right? Not the Muse of Haikus. We mostly see her in captivity but the few times we don't even in the comic I think we've got some evidence that this goddess likes to talk.
So now I'm imagining that Dream of the Endless has an even more specific type than we realized: not just gorgeous brunets with dark eyes (Nada, TV version Calliope & Hob, and Comic Alianora)
No, Dream's type is in fact gorgeous brunets with dark eyes who will also talk at him for hours about their special interest so he doesn't have to. All Dream has to do is sit back, relax, and listen to his love tell him stories all day.
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decisions-at-3am · 3 months ago
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I will never get used to How gently you treat me. As if I were fragile as glass, My existence lacking solidity.
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kaywrites23 · 1 year ago
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Maybe, just maybe, in another universe we were meant to be.
Then maybe there would be an us
instead of just
a you
and
a me.
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poetrybynoone · 2 months ago
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susanomalis · 6 months ago
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1 year could feel like 1 hour with the right person. It’s like your whole life is not going to be enough.
- forever feels like temporary
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lunawintress · 1 month ago
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tipsandtricksforlife28 · 7 months ago
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कहानी - महात्मा बुद्ध | आनंद त्याग में है | Buddha Wani | Story of Gauta...
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cornerstoner13 · 4 months ago
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april through august - a poem
April through August is exhausting Like these ghosts, I wish to be transported to a place, anywhere but here,  and quite a ways. For once, I beg to be on the outside looking in instead of being inside desperately mourning I tell myself that ‘I’m alive, I’m living,’ and shouldn't that be enough? But with every breath I took reminds me of the ones that they can no longer take  And guilt passes through my veins As if I had pulled their plug, passing away And that’s why I hate April through August. 
✰ - k.
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inabigworld · 6 months ago
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i don’t desire mediocre love. i want a love that is so deep, i want someone to drown in me.
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feral-harvest · 7 months ago
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This parched heart, rasps your name. At least wounds gush, this is just a dried-up riverbed of rocks.
~ Longing
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herheartdisplayed · 1 month ago
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I was always nothing
Too fat, too flat
Makeup not well-kept
An insecure mess with a smile
But to them I seemed steady
I only shake from the inside
So they continued to tell me how they felt
Now I track what I eat
I spend more time getting ready
But still I’m occasionally rocked
An insecure mess with a smile
They tell me I’m pretty
But in the end at what cost?
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kurtvonney19 · 1 year ago
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toothpaste
i sometimes brush my teeth so hard there’s blood when i spit
i still think there’s a “right way” to do things in life
but i still end up drawing blood
red mixed with cloudy white
an imperfection in cleanliness
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