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When life changes you,
Must change with it or else it,
May leave you behind.
Just got diagnosed with celiac desiese today
uv Mar 25
The weather may change,
So may the ages of time.
The lack of constant,
Is the nature of life.
Zywa Mar 25
Love is a moon, it

changes from day to day, there's --


increase, there's decrease.
Novel "De stiefmoeder" (2011, "The Stepmother", Renate Dorrestein), part 'Claire', chapter Five

L'amore è come la luna: quando non aumenta, diminuisce (Love is like the moon: when it does not increase, it decreases)

Collection "Old sore"
neth jones Mar 14
love bulges  and it's all  geography              
worlds  words  and lust-letters  seem so tenderized
but it's on paper   folded
origami    and our love now has geometry              
      and the side effect of death  is the loss of memory

     love whispers  whimpers  then is vague again
until new moon and tide   and then a **** molding
where it may proven   in public
once again  a ***** idolatry
[note : used  public / *****  before.. self plagiarizing ?]
We have to realise that we can’t stop changes in our life.
Because every decision and the decision of not changing things, changes our life.
We have to admit, that we can’t stop changes, but we can direct them into the direction we want them.
We can’t work against storm, but to work with it.
We can’t change the wind, but we can change the turn of our sails.
It is the changes who makes us bloom.
It is the changes which are the reason why we are human beings.
Sofia Feb 25
once these deeds were beauty,
your words love,
now without light,
polluted you wander,
disgusting with shame on your shoulders.

You changed
it's almost like
you never had wings
its about me
anna Feb 5
I think about your old haircut and
I miss muddy torn up shoes;
scuffed canvas, stained laces.
The tote-bag with a badge patchwork
forgotten in your house, now an identically
rigid, faux-leather
handbag. Homogeneous.

Your eyes narrow when I laugh too
hard, at something we used to like. You
wince and turn away,
behind your freshly highlighted hair.
You cut off the last of the
colour you'd begged for. You tell
me you never cared for the
things we used to love, so
I shut my mouth
and grapple with your change.

I wrote you a letter, handwritten and
hand folded, in tea-stained paper
and ****** red ink,
my heart displayed for you. You pinned it
up against your mirror. Sun bleached
and binned. The text message you
returned to me deleted itself last year.

I think about the rips in your tights
and the dirt under your fingernails
and search;
but find manicured perfection masking
any remains. I paint my nails and
mourn the friendship
we had, while you sit down and smile
beside me each morning.
You've polished your gemstones
into mirrors.

Why are you so desperate to ****
the girls we used to be?
This is a messy poem but so are we.
Today I took
The long way home
Added a few extra miles
To my beat up VW while
Listening to some oldies
And watching the sun rays
Gently finding their way
Through the trees before
Fading in the horizon

Today I took
The time to see past the
Darkness I was plunged in
To appreciate there's beauty
In the perpetual changes of life
For most things might never
Be as they once were
But what matters
Will remain...
Almost forgot how beautiful life can be...
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