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creatingnikki · 10 months ago
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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.
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astriloquus1 · 2 months ago
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There was a time when I was desperate to be in love. Now I'm desperate to be out of love.
I forgot to ask to BE loved.
I can't keep trying for someone that doesn't want me.
Don't like you anymore. I love you, I'm damned with it. What matters is that you don't.
It's okay that its over
I've learnt that I can love. That I can feel so strongly, overwhelmingly, obsessively. I know how not to do it now.
You've taught me to never trust You've shown me how much it can hurt.
And I'm worth it. More than you are.
I'll never love anyone like I loved him. No one's ever gonna love him like I did.
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sweetsweetperil · 1 month ago
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If you cannot escape it,
As it will always be a part of you,
What do you do
When the bruises heal
But the pain lingers and continues to bloom?
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almaaspoetry · 4 months ago
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• The Art Of Letting Go •
Letting go is a subtle art, one that requires the patience of an artist and the resilience of a mountain. It's never easy to release the hold on someone who captured your heart with a smile, a touch, a whispered word. The connection, once vibrant and life-affirming, now feels like a weight, dragging you into the depths of sorrow.
It's in the quiet moments, when the world is still and your mind is loud, that the pain sharpens. You replay memories like an old film, each scene filled with what once was and what might have been. Their laughter echoes in your mind, their scent lingers in the air, the mental picture of their smile haunts you and every place you revisit seems like a torture. The heart, fragile ,breaks under the strain, splintering into pieces that feel impossible to mend.
But letting go is also an act of courage. It means choosing to see beyond the hurt, to recognize that your worth isn't diminished by their absence. It's finding the strength to wake up each day and breathe, even when it feels like the air has been stolen from your lungs. It's accepting that love, in its truest form, sometimes means setting someone free, even if it means facing the darkness alone.
The process is not predictable. Some days, the wounds will feel fresh, the pain as raw as the moment they walked away. Other days, you'll catch a glimpse of a new dawn, a hint of hope that maybe, just maybe, the future holds promise. Each step forward is a proof to your strength, a quiet victory over the ache that tries to keep you bound.
In the end, the art of letting go is about rediscovering yourself. It's about finding joy in your own company, celebrating your own achievements, and nurturing the dreams that were set aside. And as time weaves its healing thread through your heart, you'll find that the pieces, though changed, come together once more, creating a mosaic of beauty.
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heartofmuse · 1 year ago
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The sound of your voice is the undoing of my soul, the surrendering of my all. The crystalline clarity that is your voice is the sun as it moves over a flower-filled field in spring. I hear the chime of bells in your laughter, and it calls me from afar to pray. I recognize the sound that calls me home, I turn, I search, and I find the one my heart belongs to. 
e.v.e.
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she-wears-glasses · 1 year ago
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I’ve always been afraid, because
the moment someone gets
close, and
looks deeply in my eyes they’ll see all of my
demons
swirling around in my eyes.
I don’t want to dim the light in
someone else’s eyes.
They don’t know
what they’re getting involved in.
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env0writes · 4 months ago
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Cicada Sentences Vol. 2, 7.9.24 “Lunch Break"
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Call me up out of the blue (bedsheets) And exhale me with hello’s into the sky Dressed and impressed where sky and land meets Tear up the scene and a slice of pizza (and sigh)
Send me into your space, before any embrace How the fire holds the wood How the humidity endears sweat to your face Must that sweet moment, tender as it should
Glimmer like golden starlight on the blank canvas Hurried am I called to order (lunch) Is this sun-cancered-burnt flush or blush come to pass Reaching towards a bite–towards her
Speak to me and I will smile (brimming ear to ear enraptured) Against the blue sky, your sunrise sight, worth every while
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goneahead · 2 years ago
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I know now how the pines felt, in those heady first few days, when flowers bloomed for the first time. I understand how their resin dark hearts cracked and they spread their arms willingly to the cold forgetfulness of snow. You are four states and nine hundred miles away, and oh, how I know what the pines felt, when the fickle butterflies abandoned them, forever… ~~~~~ weird fact: butterflies are much older than flowering plants
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forestgirlpoems · 2 years ago
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you have all this sadness inside of you and you don't know where to put it
you try to bottle it in your tears then run away from them in dreams
but sleep evades you until the small hours of the night
you're afraid of tomorrow afraid of carrying the pain for yet another day
so you try to talk to your friends eat dinner and laugh and forget about the demons in the shadows
you try to spend time alone and listen to your heart be kind and not pick yourself apart
but no matter how hard you try
it's a never drying well and even though you attempt to brush it off and scatter it in the corners around you
in the end
you still have all this sadness inside of you and nowhere to put it
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creatingnikki · 1 month ago
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why do I need constant reassurance? multiple forehead kisses and a good morning text. being checked in on and constantly being in the loop with your whereabouts. a good night text even after we had a 2-hour call before bed. why? I don't remember being this way before. sure, I've always known to be more of a anxious attachment style person and I know I have abandonment issues. but I never felt this in need of reassurance. this constant presence and expression of your existence and feelings. and in the books and in the movies and even in the poetry, they say things like the right person would give it to you. the hundred forehead kisses and the thousandth reassurance. that the person who really loves you and cares about you would do it all. but the truth is, it's both a yes and no. the willingness will be there most times but what about the ability? a lot of times that may not be there. why? because they too are living a whole life with work and family and their own emotions and needs. so they can be there for you a lot of the times but all the time? no. that's unfair and unreasonable. and you aren't that, are you? unfair or unreasonable? so, please learn to calm your mind. don't let your emotions fluctuate so quickly. if three hours ago you felt so very loved by them, not hearing back from them for a few hours shouldn't make you feel abandoned or unloved. take a deep breath and drink your coffee and go look at the sky and finish your work and text your friend and dance to that old song and finish that cake and remember that you are loved — by him, by others, by the universe. I'm not forcing you to loveeeee yourself. I'm just reminding you that you are in fact very loved.
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wordsandmorewords · 1 year ago
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Waltz
The waltz of a leaf As it falls from the tree Light breeze its partner in dance
Twirls and lifts Pirouettes and pauses Until exhausted, until it rests
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astriloquus1 · 5 months ago
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I was sitting in that broken balcony
Watching a little bird
This little bird, with a loud orange beak and bright green feathers
There it was on the saddest trees, that shed all its leaves 
Standing crooked and bare among the other lush tall trees
And right on a scanty small branch at the very top
Sat my little birdie, on the lookout.
Looking for something, restless and alone
The way his neck went all around
Whenever he heard any sort of a sound
He waited a while and started singing, 
It wasn't pretty bad, though I couldn't judge by birdie standards
Other birds flew around, some perched for awhile
And flew away after awhile
My little bird ruffled his fluffy green coat
Brought up his wings showing off his beauty
A sight to see, though I wasn’t the one he sought to impress.
Looked here and there, hoping to find his mate
But now how much longer would he wait?
Now I was watching myself,
In that little bird.
He was nothing wrong
But had to wait too long
We were a lot more the same
Not knowing when to let go
We waited, and waited
And waited,
Nothing.
I was about to get up
This was starting to hurt
And then showed up this crow,
There were a lot more around
Together, in their nests
This one, came up to my birdie
Sat down on a lower branch and watched
My guy didn't care at first
Then he turned around
They were nothing alike
Big and small, dark and bright
But they were alone.
I watched
They stared.
A lot went through
A lot I saw
A lot I won't say
And then they flew away
Each their own way
Opposite to the other
And all I could think was
Maybe we werent so different
This little bird and I
Only he knew,
When to walk away
While I was still here
Sitting in that broken balcony
Cause somewhere, in a dream I dare not say
I see them fly away to gather and build their nest.
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sweetsweetperil · 3 months ago
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This winter of my life,
Cold and dry ice
Windows fog,
And tears have dried
Yet they stain my cheeks,
Forever immortalized
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heartofmuse · 1 year ago
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Your words enchant the soul like an endless song, a promise of paradise, madness and fire, a whirlwind of emotion in the soul that opens up the sky.
e.v.e.
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moralitale · 1 year ago
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Falling in love feels like finding lighthouse; it both can be a guide or a warn.
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env0writes · 4 months ago
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Cicada Sentences Vol. 2, 7.20.24 “To Where Are We Accelerating"
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Even If I only matter In the way that everything is matter In that feeling before the rain falls Before the first lightning strikes And thunder trails behind If only then do I matter Let me occupy this space And even if That space is only in your mind Or only in your heart Let me matter that way too Full of potential to make an impact Let me matter to someone Let me matter to you If you keep believing; I’ll keep existing Misty eyed and dreaming So even if that’s the only way I’ll matter As matter I will attend that mass upon my knees In that state between aware spirit and body Am I beautiful In the mind's eye Does even that matter In the way that everything is matter In that feeling before the sun rises Before day breaks and scatters night Into shadows and corners and silhouettes And jubilant day trails behind If only then does it matter Let me occupy that space And so I shall matter Crashed between night and day Body and mind And so you shall matter Found between yesterday and tomorrow Now and then And so we shall matter In the way all things should
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