thehorrorofnonbeing - Hello Poetry

but to be known is a different story altogether; to be known is to be loved.

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May 26, 2022

May 26, 2022 at 12:00 AM UTC

to be seen is not to be loved, to be heard is not to be loved

but to be known is a different story altogether; to be known is to be loved.

my mind a blur, but that cafe in reykjavík crystal clear. as if stuck in that moment, doomed and trapped. it was but a flash of clarity - brilliance! - of peace. sun shining(crisp air) desperately clinging to the memory that is all but when i close my eyes and surrender to the void.

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Oct 23, 2021

Oct 23, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC

that café in Reykjavík

my mind a blur, but that cafe in reykjavík crystal clear. as if stuck in that moment, doomed and trapped. it was but a flash of clarity - brilliance! - of peace. sun shining(crisp air) desperately clinging to the memory that is all but when i close my eyes and surrender to the void.

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not in riddles but in lyrical ballads. let us dance under the moonlit sky cold water beneath our feet eyes closed, swaying in silence address unknown.

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May 28, 2021

May 28, 2021 at 12:30 AM UTC

speak to me

not in riddles but in lyrical ballads. let us dance under the moonlit sky cold water beneath our feet eyes closed, swaying in silence address unknown.

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you said that i was the most exotic flower; but flowers wilt and flowers die. what now?

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May 23, 2019

May 23, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC

this is the end

you said that i was the most exotic flower; but flowers wilt and flowers die. what now?

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i miss the sound of your voice echoing around the emptiness of your barren room you reading your favourite poems in hushed tones as if whispering sweet nothings into my ear i miss the mellow beat of your heart, the rise and fall of your chest, and your warm breath on my face

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Sep 9, 2018

Sep 9, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC

on days like these

i miss the sound of your voice echoing around the emptiness of your barren room you reading your favourite poems in hushed tones as if whispering sweet nothings into my ear i miss the mellow beat of your heart, the rise and fall of your chest, and your warm breath on my face

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you were an unfortunate walk in the dark. I clasped ever so tightly to the rope that I thought would lead me to - you -. Instead, it led me to a you - one that was overwhelmingly underwhelming; one that taught me that words mean almost nothing; one that showed me that complete breakdowns fraught with tears, justifications, and empty promises are nothing but a B-grade actor's (one that almost fooled me) attempt at putting on his best show. I was desperately waiting for someone to toss me that lifeline and pull me out of that wreckage. But the sad and undeniable truth is that they probably just thought I was part of the wreck.

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Jul 26, 2018

Jul 26, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC

O! misfortune

you were an unfortunate walk in the dark. I clasped ever so tightly to the rope that I thought would lead me to - you -. Instead, it led me to a you - one that was overwhelmingly underwhelming; one that taught me that words mean almost nothing; one that showed me that complete breakdowns fraught with tears, justifications, and empty promises are nothing but a B-grade actor's (one that almost fooled me) attempt at putting on his best show. I was desperately waiting for someone to toss me that lifeline and pull me out of that wreckage. But the sad and undeniable truth is that they probably just thought I was part of the wreck.

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i will never be enough, but that is okay because i will just never be enough for you. i will be more than enough for someone else and i am most definitely enough for myself.

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Jul 16, 2018

Jul 16, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC

(in)adequacy

i will never be enough, but that is okay because i will just never be enough for you. i will be more than enough for someone else and i am most definitely enough for myself.

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I ache to find my way home; sometimes home embodies a place or pray tell, a person. Home, for me, is my sense of self; however, i'm afraid that whilst - with you - and allowing you to navigate /home/, I lost my way. Please let me find my way home.

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May 28, 2018

May 28, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC

home

I ache to find my way home; sometimes home embodies a place or pray tell, a person. Home, for me, is my sense of self; however, i'm afraid that whilst - with you - and allowing you to navigate /home/, I lost my way. Please let me find my way home.

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The swell of waves or globus sensation and the tongue having gone through utter drought. Sandpapered throat had been choked raw the pulling back of the (Tide. Tsunami of thoughts words lost in the chaos and roar droplets racing down drought no more?

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May 10, 2018

May 10, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC

.through)

The swell of waves or globus sensation and the tongue having gone through utter drought. Sandpapered throat had been choked raw the pulling back of the (Tide. Tsunami of thoughts words lost in the chaos and roar droplets racing down drought no more?

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I yearn to wake up to the smell of freshly baked bread and the strong aroma of a new batch of coffee. Sat on the balcony in a quaint apartment overlooking the ocean - mug in one hand; cigarette in another - with a view that words cannot begin to comprehend. The cool salty sea breeze tousling my morning bedhead as I look to you, my heart is full - I am the luckiest girl in the world.

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC

The Italian Riviera

I yearn to wake up to the smell of freshly baked bread and the strong aroma of a new batch of coffee. Sat on the balcony in a quaint apartment overlooking the ocean - mug in one hand; cigarette in another - with a view that words cannot begin to comprehend. The cool salty sea breeze tousling my morning bedhead as I look to you, my heart is full - I am the luckiest girl in the world.

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