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[rapturepoetry]

i'm never a priority

i'm never someone's reason for waking up

the giver, never the taker

never the taker, always the asker

i ask for time

i ask for patience

i ask for comfort

i'm never a priority

never the taker

never the reason

[1nn32dem0n5]

she baked me cookies

once a girl has cooked for you just for you she has given you her heart. at the very least say thank you.

[alex-a-roman]

The monster never leaves

I’m tired of writing, but I can’t stop The same words, spinning inside my head, I know I’ve said it all, but not enough The page is always empty  And there’s always pain waiting to be spilled.

I take another sip of alcohol, We both know this isn’t me, This is the people that I heard about –  The ones I never liked,  Which in a way makes sense Because I never like what I see,   The face in the mirror, still full of lies, Full of stories that I will never live!

Another day, another line  Of whatever comes first, I don’t know what happened To the one who used to dream, So eager to dance alone,  Play piano and guitar, Take photographs of every scene;  The one who wished to make up stories for a living Is long gone now. And I am tired,  I am so tired and so devoid of life, Because the monster never leaves!

~ A. A. Roman

[escapeluminary]

from where I am, there’s just sun and rain flowers have bloomed without the softness of spring— nor did they feel the magic of fall; the changing of leaves does not have its own prose.

here, I don’t miss Cherry Blossoms in winter for Bougainvilleas parade and color the streets and when August comes, raindrops play like a song on repeat the warmth of summer lasts—until it doesn’t. from where I am, I see where I’m not the clouds in the sky hang like dream catchers; here, I sit by and wonder when I'll wander; here, the dust has not settled yet.

—K.M.K.

[pine-hood]

I’m happy and i can’t write. Like wtf i can’t find the words, i lost the flow. When i was miserable and heartbroken i wrote and wrote and wrote. And now? nothing. I want to write soft, love poems but nothing comes out. How do i get through this sort of block?

[l0v3mi]

~☆" i don't know where I'm going, but I hope I'm on my way "☆~

[mycollectioncloud]

Laid To Rest.

You were here And now you're not

The process was not sudden But from my distant eye it was

You were a friend Then not so much

Loved by many Yet not by me

Not anymore After the way you treated me

During one of the worst periods Of my life to date

No escape My only one

You made a personal hell when you Weaseled your way into any chance you could make it so

So I love you And I hate you

Because you Didn't know

Except for the part where That shouldn't have mattered

Still I hope you rest peacefully But also hope we don't meet again.

[ecrisettaistoi]

Entre les méandres

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Il est des logis dénués de fées

pourtant si dignes d'épopées,

fières aventures à partager

à l'ombre du vieux cerisier

où le temps, suspendu,

invite aux rêves perdus,

à retrouver.

Il est des blanches pierres

aimables comme du velours

hospitalières et avenantes

avec un goût de reviens-y

dès qu'on les quitte

à regret.

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[slowfalter]

[usefulquotes7]

i'm never a priority i'm never someone's reason for waking up the giver, never the taker never the taker, always the asker i ask for time i ask for patience i ask for comfort i'm never a priority never the taker never the reason

[healingwiththefeelings]

Each time I have to say goodbye,

I leave a piece of my heart with you,

The rest aches and screams,

Twists and pants,

Only beating a steady flow when it feels your touch again

Only allowing me to breathe when I can feel your breath again

Only freeing me to live when I have you living alongside me again

[rapturepoetry]

dear rabbit

the blood flows through you like water

there is love in that blood, there is wild

you breathe with the forest and sleep with the moon

your eyes see everything, your ears hear all

did those ears hear my cries for you

did your eyes see my car stop on the side of the road

with your senses did you hear my heart stutter

my chest heave, the howls of pain

with your last breath did my pain match yours

dear rabbit

the love in that blood

did it stop when it spilled on the road

[1nn32dem0n5]

it's the little things

I am from east europe and my name can't be pronounced in the midwest so I dumb it down for them but she said it right and that was enough for me

[darichonne]

insta:@darichonne

[escapeluminary]

just how long does it take before stars start to fall? it took no divination for me to know; the comets just lingered at the tip of my tongue and not even gravity could hold back the crash. I never hoped for us to part in the gloaming for your light is meant to be cradled till dawn but as our satellites stir towards different directions my solace is knowing we’ll rest under the same moon. I really wished I could stay in your orbit— but I have a path of my own.

— K.M.K.

[laazulmuerta]

Eternal Duet

In love’s vast symphony, we find our place,

A duet of hearts, a dance of time and space.

Your touch, a gentle chord that softly sighs,

Plays on the strings of dreams beneath the skies.

In moments sweet, our love’s a tender tune,

A serenade beneath the silver moon.

Your laughter, light as notes in springtime’s song,

Brings harmony where once the night was long.

Yet love can be a melancholic strain,

A minor key, a haunting, sweet refrain.

Your absence, like a cello’s mournful cry,

Fills empty rooms where shadows softly lie.

When distance grows, our song takes darker hues,

A sonnet lost in twilight’s deepening blues.

The pain of longing, like a muted string,

Echoes the sorrow of a heart’s deep sting.

But then, your presence turns the tide of sound,

In symphonies of joy, our souls are bound.

Your kiss, a crescendo in the silent night,

Transforms the dark to melodies of light.

Our love, a blend of dusk and dawn’s embrace,

A rhapsody where light and shadow chase.

In every note, both joy and sorrow lie,

A music of the heart that will not die.

For love is both the ballad and the wail,

A story told in whispers and in gale.

In every heartbeat, every rise and fall,

Our love, a song eternal, echoes all.