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[heartofmuse]

I love that you take your time to love me, to fill your eyes with me, to open your chest and give me flowers.

e.v.e.

[creatingnikki]

another year is ending and I want you to know that it is okay if you:

have not healed from the things that happened/did not happen from six months ago. just because the year is ending it does not mean your grief is too.

don't have any "fun" NYE plans to ring in the new year. this life is yours to live across days and months and years, and you can celebrate days other than the ones heavily marketed and shoved down your throat to shroud you in severe FOMO.

have no resolutions or goals for 2024 laid out in elaborate lists or shared on social media or with your friends. you are braving through this life trying to do your best every day and hold the fort and so of course you know, deep down you know what is needed from you for you going forward and of course you are going to work in that direction. good luck love.

have not become a "better" version of yourself by any of the tangible or conventional measures. that kind of bettering is mostly to serve others, not yourself.

are not happy with yourself/your life as it is now. you're a work-in-progress, remember? and if you're progressing in a direction you do not like, then it's time to change the blueprints and the strategy.

take time off social media around this time to protect your mental health and whatever little joy you have managed to keep.

don't want to spend too much time reflecting on how this past year went and doing various forms of 2023-wrapped. again, it's your life. you can also revisit this year in memories and pictures and feelings whenever you'd like. it's not like you don't still visit 2012, 2017, and 2022, right?

feel disconnected from your friends, family, lover. I know this is "ideally" a time to be celebrated with your loved ones. but life is not ideal, is it? it's just life. and if right now you are not feeling the love, the joy, or just don't have the headspace or social energy to engage , that's alright.

are finding comfort in simpler things like a TV show from the 90s or that book you first read at sixteen or that slice of strawberry cake or a random post like this you come across.

don't feel hopeful, encouraged, or excited for 2024. given everything that's happened in the last couple of years, on the macro and micro level, it's only natural for you to feel weary as well as wary. when the good things happen, when the healing happens, when things begin working in your favour over time, you will automatically feel all those things. it's okay if until then you choose to be neutral.

[n-ehpamoi]

Tell me, after all the pain love has wrought am I endearingly brave or unendingly foolish,

That I choose to love again

[elycwinters]

Dream of me you say as your lips softly brush mine. In dreams I know love.

~ Ely C. Winters. [24/10/24]

[reachingperihelion]

the earth wrote stories of you.

your hand in mine, our lips together, my hands on your waist, sliding down your thighs in reverent awe, breath passing between us full of love and lust and hope and forever.

you were written for me, and i'll hold you tightly in gratitude.

[almaaspoetry]

In English we say, "I miss you," but in poetry we say, "Your absence is a hollow ache, a silent echo that reverberates through my days and nights."

I walk through the spaces we once shared, and the world seems dimmer, the colors muted. The laughter that once filled the air is now a distant memory, a ghostly whisper that lingers at the edge of my consciousness. The scent of your presence still haunts the rooms, a lingering trace that clings to the corners, refusing to be forgotten.

The days stretch long and empty, each moment a reminder of your absence. The sun rises and sets, casting long shadows that stretch across the floor, mimicking the void within me. The stars at night seem dimmer, their light no longer enough to chase away the darkness that has settled in my heart.

I find myself searching for you in the little things: in the way the wind rustles the leaves, in the quiet moments of dawn, in the fleeting smiles of strangers. Each reminder a bittersweet pang, a reminder of what was and what is no longer.

Your absence is a melody that plays softly in the background of my life, a tune that I cannot escape. It is the silence that follows a symphony, the quiet that lingers after the music has stopped. It is a weight that I carry with me, a part of me that is missing, a piece of my soul that is incomplete.

In poetry, I say, "You are the unspoken verse, the missing line in my song, the empty space in my heart that only you can fill."

[unmondefou]

I've come to a point where

I'm empty,

and I can't

give you

anything anymore.

all I have left to do

is

say goodbye.

--- h.harouche

[ginadope]

rivers and poems

A spiral of duality - your warm side, it has Prepared for you a glass Of ache and gold

I am not much A single drop of softness I dare not greet you in dreams, I Hide my thoughts from myself

And I stand before you Barefoot in the sand A strange wound and a howl Born of beauty Their poetry simple - your fear I will carry away

[sparkandashes]

Do you carry a book with you, no matter where you go? Perhaps it remains unopened, its pages untouched by your fingers, yet its presence is a silent companion. There’s a certain solace in knowing it’s there, a reminder of the worlds it holds within, waiting for you. There’s so much comfort in the familiar weight of its binding. Is it just me?

@sparkandashes

[prasannawrites]

[anastasiasyah]

You have loved so much that your heart swelled like the sun. It's not your fault the people you loved hurt you because they only know darkness.

— 10/26/24 by anastasiasyah

[heartofmuse]

Love always leaves a mark. Sometimes it is a beautiful tattoo, sometimes a scar, and sometimes a wide open wound.

e.v.e.

[dg-fragments]

Wanting to detach himself, from the clutches of reality, ironically hopeful, would there be any possibility to let go, of that which tethers him back, to the edges of turmoil and ruin.

- DG

[n-ehpamoi]

Is a ghost just, a whisper of a person?

Quiet echo of an anguished mind?

Myself, made specter -- Who I was, haunting. the ones I've left behind --

Who I am, haunting, the one I want to be.

[elycwinters]

You come to me when my eyes are closed to all but you, my loving dream.

Ely C. Winters.

[mypoeticsoul-ny]

To Love A Broken Girl

There are days when she is sunshine Sweetest, darkest, rarest wine She will love you till it hurts her Worship you upon the floor

She will cherish and protect you For her love is pure and true She will build upon steep mountain, Magic castle in the rain

She will make a home of comfort Take you to each foreign port She will whether any hardship As her tears begin to drip

But on days when she is broken Not a word then will be spoken Living hurts her soul and heart Past sweeps in, rips all apart

She pretends that all is fine Holds her head up, has a spine Yet behind the door she crumbles On betrayls her heart stumbles

Hard to breathe, a lump she swallows In her misery she wallows Till again her strength returns One more battle, her soul learns ©6.22.2023 - MyPoeticSoulNy(-mps)