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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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Where The Wildflowers are...
Even the flowers I bought grew tired of waiting and my love's still not awaken my mind sometimes wonders in circles would you be in somewhere crowded or in the coffee shop I go on Sundays? I hope I'm not the hunter because I stopped dancing with cons who call themselves lovers in lieu, I embark on this path where the wildflowers are growing.
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prettydumbheart · 1 year ago
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Tossing and Turning
You stay by the fire intertwined with her hand not with mine that love's twisted disguise not enough to fill the abyss of your mind infidelity hiding within those eyes my reflection haunting your nights blind hoping, it's me with you tonight.
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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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I Love You(s)
My hands trembled after what you said a poem sprouts from my heart but thorns never fail to be defensive I cracked a joke like I didn't hear it but my mind grew a garden as your voice echoes in and out and my heart laments for the same words I should have said
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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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Sunset Sky
In your world I am the sunset sky— when you looked me in the eyes you felt the warmth of my golden hues the sun awakened the fiery red in you when I painted your blue skies pink and as you ventured through the night I was that calming blue unfolding the purple side of you I was that fleeting moment tattooed in your head for I am the sunset sky.
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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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My Poetry
You're someone I can touch but afraid to stain bottling up this feeling now it screams
I watch the flame until it's blue my heart almost succumb to your pull on the brink to end my misery with your company but I chose to turn you into poetry
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prettydumbheart · 1 year ago
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Sunday Reverie
There are things that drift but on that Sunday's light you stayed in sight even when the coffee gets cold I found you down's sitting around through the buzzling crowd, it's your voice I'm trying to find to turn the turret down for what's done swirls and sweeps the river flows, but you filled the seat forgotten agony with your sweet hello like growing hues that could win the war but I'm terrified I'd burn you black and white.
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prettydumbheart · 1 year ago
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Tonight, Rain
With the pavements gleaming and sky roaring the wind whispered your name, carried on it's breath a little bit more love did reclaim my heart for you again.
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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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Time and fallen leaves
my pauses and living
I got stucked but now moving
what I had is what I can live without
I've fallen tons to know how I can stand again
been betrayed to know who to trust after
I settled, now awaken
breathing this love
my worth is growing and color's changing
like flowers in bloom
the truth will always resurface
like the most fragrant roses
coming out from the aftermath
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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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The Art of Slowing Down
I have been reading books about adulting to make/ live it “the right way.” Apparently, there’s no right way. It's quite a ride in real life than how it's described in books. There are so many lessons to learn, new people, expectations and deadlines to meet, and fresh opportunities for exploration. It's fast-paced; you're 21 now and the next thing you'll know is, you're 25. You're needed here and there and expected to behave in certain ways to the point that you may sometimes fail to remember to listen to and spend time with yourself too.
Lately, I've grown my fascination with solitude. It's when I can spend time with God on Sundays to navigate my life and heart, go to my local coffee shops, order matcha latte, sit in silence and read a book— a time when I sit with myself to delve deeper into who I am, and ponder about life. This makes time slow down.
Eagles take time alone to rest in order to undergo a process of natural renewal: shedding old feathers to regrow new ones and replacing their beaks which helps them stay healthy, stronger and more resilient in their changing environment. Therefore, if you are tired both emotionally and physically, it's okay to step back for a while to rest in quietness and let God fill you up, even if it's just for a day or two then comeback to do more of the things you love and bring joy and happiness into others.
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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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Pretty Dumb Heart
My pretty dumb heart stained through seasons you planted flowers in the hollow now thistles grow defying all who would be cowed can't utter love when it starts blooming but when the rain clouds come falling your ink won't stop spilling to keep your what ifs breathing.
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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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Sun Child
Sweet as a cherry to my ocean blues oh, Tuesday sun three daisies at hand with that smile sundowns are golden pinkish hues are glowing making me count stars in your Aquarius skies
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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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Loosen Ruby Ring
I breathe you out you breathe me in as I crawl out of this skin you touched me with your ruby ring deep night your words were as sweet as berries you pulled it taut only to want it loosen for you found love easy from another shoulder
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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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La Lune
Drifting to a new city from outskirt to downtown new faces, new arms that I run with under the stars different stories and souls to intertwine feeling the sunshine as the night burn out I saw the moon watching while casting its light.
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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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Rail
In my yellow shirt and faded jeans did you let me in when I answered to your stare? it was enchanting as I remember it but did you feel the same? I wish I had stayed and let you drive maybe, the wondering would feel less and questions won't smoke our minds.
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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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Augustus
He stays like a dove to the ones he call home trying to make sense of tomorrow when past is heaving with sorrow sitting there with the lights down low but his smile will tell you all those wild rides that cling like vines on his walls anyhow, he'll spin you around on a rainy day like mornings in January
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prettydumbheart · 2 years ago
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Poet
Be the man, not the poet hiding in the lines
walking like a paradox
dressed in metaphors and fantasies
Be a prose, not a poem
sitting for a while
until you get lost and feel the scars
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