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[jaxxrabbie]

I keep sinking my teeth into my own wounds wondering why I won’t stop bleeding.

Let go.

[bluesinc]

i feel like if there was a word to describe how much i love you, my love would be less meaningful, for nothing can replace the need to prove how much i love you with actions because words aren’t enough.

- to the you i loved then, now, and tomorrow

[cuddle-pubble]

As a hopeless romantic, I have secretly tucked away a bucket list of experience in a folder called ‘someday’. Yet some of them have half happened and I say half because it was maybe with the wrong person. Some have yet to occur….. because I guess I’m still waiting for the right person.

I’m talking about photo booth kisses, simple and sweet. Handwritten letters “you were so exciting to meet”, dancing in the rain to the sound of our own heartbeat. A love that is easy yet complete.

Bucket list unending… everyday I see a glismpse of something new to add and hope for, a sunset with a picnic but then I get a little sad. People experience these everyday but how many take them for granted? I have been given flowers sure but they often come with a certain pain like a thorn that resurfaces.

Fairytale endings… yeah they must somewhere exist and I must be getting closer until the plot freaking twist. A garden where so many flowers are often mistaken for weeds… admiring roses, ignoring thorns wondering where my life now leads…..

Bucket list of experiences, handwritten notes, a distracting pair of eyes and a handful of ‘somedays’

[soluntalapoetry]

"I'll See You Later"

by Soluntala Poetry

See you later, When the green leaves Are resolute in its branches, When the earth shakes Whereas I'm grounded and steadfast— See you later, When my skin is As tough as swaying bamboo trees, When my tears cut diamonds And nourishes barren fields— See you later, When you're well-equipped To gift devotion for all the right reasons, When I'm well-armed For better seasons and ultimate completions.

book: Bluenette Journal Entries

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[poetrybys]

Imperfect perfection…

She may not be perfect…

But I love her imperfections

She makes me feel safe 

Like I am five years old again 

hiding under my blanket

Knowing that it will protect me 

From the monsters hiding around me

She is not perfect

But neither am I

We are two imperfects 

making our hearts combine 

-S

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Yeah Shauna wouldn't WILLINGLY listen to Chappell Roan but you bet your ass as soon as she blew up on TikTok, Jackie "I'm not gay" Taylor was obsessed with her. Which meant Shauna had to listen to her in the car on the way to school every day.

[musistmm]

[ranestormspoetry]

If you had a super power

What would it be?

If I had a super power

I thought to myself

Well let's see.

I would want it to be

Helpful to kids

Who are in abusive homes

And I would want it to be

Helpful to people

In narcissistic relationships

I would want it to be

Helpful to those

In domestic violence relationships

But yet what would that be?

It wouldn't be to put them in jail

Or hurt them as they had done

To those they said they loved

Why wouldn't I choose that?

Because it doesn't fix the world

It only creates more hate you see

So if I had a super power

What would it be?

If you removed them from the homes

The victims would be free

But that would still not be it

You see because then

They would find someone else

To then be meaner

Than the time before

Because everyone leaves them

That is for sure.

So then I ask myself

Again you see

If I had a super power

What would it be?

It would be to show those

With hate in their heart

Who Cause these scars

On the people who are around

Like a Christmas stooge movie

The past that created them

The current time

In which they are mean

The future if they do not change

But the future of if they did you see.

Some people believe being mean

Is the only way to fix things

But if we show them

A better way and that in this future

They can see

Being good to people

Can bring them

Love and peace

And then their hearts would change

And they would be free

From the past that created thee.

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[jaxxrabbie]

My love was water, and I poured it into your hands. You opened your palms, spread your fingers, and made me watch as it slipped right through.

[bluesinc]

i want to run to you and cry, but your arms don’t feel the same anymore

- i’m sorry i failed you

[cuddle-pubble]

There are different ways to say that I’m thinking about you, it can be articulated without a single phrase. We don’t always consciously realize it, that silent wish that in your life, someone stays. A friend hands you a book you might like, you get a postcard in the mail, your favorite food waiting in the kitchen after passing an exam you thought you might fail. The sending of a song or waking up to a cup of coffee by the table just because that is how you would like to start the day. “ I made a reservation at that place”, red rose and white peonies on the counter, “it was time to fill the vase”.

“I’m thinking about you”

Such a gentle thing to say, they cut your sandwich in half because they know you like it that way. “ I bought you those dark chocolates because I know you like them that way”, or “ I heard hot baths helps those cramps that you hate”. Different ways to say it but how many do we miss? The intimacy of thinking that, which can’t be captured in a kiss. Different ways to say it but how many do they hear? A message can be loud but not necessarily clear…..

There’s different ways to say it and sometimes we don’t have a clue

[soluntalapoetry]

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biosite

tiktok

pinterest

[witchw0lvesnwist]

You take risks in life, with love, with career, with everything. You take that risk unknowing if you’ll make it or not & in the end at least you had the courage to jump and do your best. Without that you would have never been able to make it where you are today or in your future.

[poetrybys]

I woke up the day after you were gone…

I woke up the day after you were gone

The world felt lighter

Not lighter in a good way;

Lighter of goodness

Lighter of kindness

Lighter of generosity 

Lighter of a smile; 

A smile that could light up a room as soon as it appeared on your face; 

Your unforgettable face that made your smile even more special; 

You were so special

You made any vacation memorable 

Any goal worth continuing towards

Any tradition worth sharing 

I woke up the day after you were gone and the world felt darker

Your laugh was missing 

Your jokes were gone

Your good heart went with you to heaven

Your tips to get through life suddenly became limited and suddenly there was no more saying “I’ll go there tomorrow” I took the time I had you for granted 

I woke up the day after you were gone and my heart was heavy 

With the love I will always have for you 

The memories I have with you like the sleep overs, all night card games and the stories you would tell me on the way to Florida 

The faith you shared filled within me because I knew you are at peace

I woke up the day after you were gone 

The world felt lighter 

But my heart was heavy with love for you. 

You may not be here anymore 

But your legacy continues on forever through the hearts you’ve touched.

I woke up the day after you were gone and the world felt different. Our family felt a quiet emptiness. Longing for you to come back.

I woke up the day after you were gone and looked up at the sky. The world was different. You were gone and the sky was filled with beauty as heaven took you in with open arms. 

-S

[carmenized-onions]

the absolute animalistic laugh turned sob that escaped my body while reading chapter 13 of your carmy story.

"you will blame your father"

fuck. that was the line that brought it full circle for me.

the story of grief and how you wrote it... it hit close to home in this raw, tormenting beautiful way--the things we do in the midst of our grief and what we do in the 'after'.

anyways, thank you for the 12 am gut punch. i, a grown adult, have to go watch a children's cartoons to emotionally recover.

we're ALL about sobbing to crying here!

thank you so much, I honestly freaked for a second cause i was like-- Wait was that line from chapter 13 or my poetry? it's 13, I just have a lot of grief poems on my poetrytok LMAO (will I ever share that account? whos to say)

but yes, the last arc of this chapter was very much so me holding back not a single punch-- Grief sucks!! It sucks!! There's no time skipping you just have to keep GOING??!?! this is BULLSHIT! processing? gross.

And dude, literally, Bluey and The Bear are right next to each other in my Continue Watching, don't even trip man. I am trying to pavlov dog myself into falling asleep the second the blue australian dog shows up and it's honestly kind of working. IT'S REQUIRED!!! EVERYONE WATCH BLUEY AFTER READING CHAPTER 13 MAN IT'S THE LAW!!