sweet memories
i’ve learned to avoid
because they are
the blanket of nostalgia
on a cold winter night
that keep me warm
yet suffocate me inside
@justscribbledwords
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Sweet memories I treasure in my heart,
I take them out at night when everything is cold and life has left a bitter taste in my mouth.
e.v.e.
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walls are made of sturdy stuff
while I am simply frail
my beauty was beyond compare
but those were days
when you were not here
Photo credit @rarasworldbro
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When the butterflies settle
When the butterflies settle
Into the the craters in my bones
Bury me deep within earths womb
Don’t let the wind sing it’s cruel song
Blowing through the space left behind
From my soul turning to dust
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L*VE
cracked makeup smiles and pink plastic shoes
full coverage shadow in three different blues
you’re pretty in pictures but in here we’re off key
I know what you’d say but to me love's not free
pretenses up hoping boredom will get you
smoking my dreams when your heartbeat does go true
gorgeous and lovely so most here would have you
falling you chose me as one of your small few
a stone in your fire cracking slowly but surely
I wish for a feeling you come to so purely
butterflies choking on the smoke from my kiss
you’d never notice wrapped up in your bliss
I’ll crush you hard like a bug in my way
you wanted all but I’ll tell you to stray
you would have been my obedient pet
catching your feelings in a butterfly net
I pray to god though there’s nothing above
drinking my fears in this artificial love
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photo by: @nicoleashley on instagram
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Solar Eclipse
Press crescent moons
Into my neck
Hands trace stars
Along my spine
Burn as if they are
Shooting
Breathe as if we
Are running
Across the sun
Silhouetted bodies
Entangled in the
Absence of light
For a moment
Perfection takes form
A pure circle encompassing
Everything
Yet nothing
Epitome of ardor
Cannot last
Passion dims in
Returning light
Erases stars through
Half-closed blinds
Wakes up life
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I was born to be as my own.
Albeit, I’ve dreamt of being taken.
From all the social coasts and
public eyes…
In trillions of jars,
Filled with me in my different moods.
To have me…as if truly you had me.
Private Waters || @eddiegrandeur-redux
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I’m not a cliché Romeo. I’m not a stud, a head turner nor a rich man. I’m a dud. I’m not a guy girls love. My biceps are small. My clothing is a bit old-fashioned. My hair is thinning. I have lumpy legs. And, I sometimes stink. I’m just simple – an average man.
You may not see me as your Romeo, now or ever. But, I know I can do things to make you smile. I can try. I may not have all the riches to make you stay and be with me now or ever, but I will try to give you all what you need. I can try.
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Essence
When the butterflies settle and the flood of emotions dwindles down
When the intense infatuation and nervous excitement wears out
When the shy tongue-tied blushes vanish and the magnetic attraction is gone
When the perennial daydreaming has dissolved and reality once more takes its hold
Then all that is left is you and me
The truth of what we share
The strength of what we build
The unvarnished essence of who we are
That will bind us together or keep us apart
-e.v.e.
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/diss//ociate/
six teaspoons of sugar go into my bitter, black tea
just enough for the palette of those not like me
my effort and pain go into showing I'm fixed
pretending to care when I'm being eclipsed
I'm no longer home in my fragile head
knocking won't get me up off this stone bed
it's not that I don't or just simply won't care
my hopes and my feelings can't see past the glare
suppressing all pain, through which nothing can shine
even if, on the outside, my life can seem fine
will make it all slip into unfeeling void
my colours, emotions, viciously unemployed
the tie has been cut between life and morality
snapped when my soul was too heavy with tragedy
how do others return to this life sized cartoon
how do I swim, can't see past the full moon
maybe I'll stay in the fractured, dark skies
flying away while my body still lies
xLCD
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art by: Silja Eystberg Wendelboe (https://battlingthedemonswithin.wordpress.com/tag/silja-eystberg-wendelboe/)
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prompt was: Solar Eclipsed Soul/Solar Eclipsed Memory
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