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Poetic Eagle Sep 2024
Sometimes it's easier to build new bridges
Than try to repair broken ones
Midnight thoughts
Lucas Grant Aug 2024
Midnight conversations just don't seem to be enough
To be talking to someone but not so much so to call it love
Too scared to ask, too nervous to let it go
Not knowing how you feel creates the cracks between my nose
Gone was the sense to sniff out danger
So now I'm surprised when you go
But it's the way you talk so smoothly
Leaving me and my morals in your haze
Its just I don't know if Midnight conversations are enough to make me stay.
Ritz Writes Jul 2024
Imagine 💭
  
I had a dream where my mother  mustered the courage to own her truth; unabashedly and unapologetically. In that parallel universe, she owned her own identity, and not being defined as someone's wife or daughter. She never fell for anyone where she was obliged to stay, rather she dared to leave. Pursuing her dreams and travels to places she has never been before, chasing sunsets and dreams. Like the Phoenix from the ashes, she rebuilds her life from the scratch.
In another life, I don't wish to be born so that my mother can reap the benefit to live, laugh and love.
~RitzWrites 🥀
. "But behind all your stories is your mother's story, for hers is where yours begins." —Mitch Albom, For One More Day
louella May 2024
when i skipped in the street
and you blinked your flashlight fifteen times at me
my high beams bursting through the windows of the neighbors,
i started to feel like she wrote those songs for us
and for our teenage recklessness.
can you teach me how to stay,
how to sit still and just love
with no shame and no repercussions?
because how are you so close in my rearview mirror
and then so much farther than you appear?
i would’ve cranked the heater, the same for you
the same simple cares
that you bestowed on
someone as wretched as me.
i would’ve called you my favorite person,
denying your insecurities and making them seem insignificant,
just as you had.
i would’ve laid in your lap retrieving my phone
as we laugh with our entire stomachs
and your friend says there must be something between us;
how does that make you feel?
i would’ve said it was finally time to go if i saw you sleeping,
almost too tired to drive home.
i would’ve asked you to drive safely for fear of deer around,
the same as you had.
i would’ve invited you to my cracking house,
just as you did,
answering the doorbell and smiling,
“you can take your shoes off”

“i love you as you are”
so…i feel so much constantly. writing gives me such a cathartic release and i am so glad i get to share my poetry, even if people don’t read it, maybe they will someday. i am confused about a situation currently and writing helps me breathe. i stayed at my friend’s house from 6-1 a.m. and i’ve never felt more free. i felt like a teenager and i’ve been listening to melodrama by lorde and being inspired by it and feeling it all. it’s so strange, i never thought i would ever feel this way. about all of this. about life. about you.

started yesterday
published: 5/17/24
Ash Apr 2024
An oath uttered to none is an oath unbound,
but the watchers, the gargoyles of the sky and the earth,
are all witness in the night
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2024
Awesome
I am happy to hear you are happy

I love happily ever afters

You deserve fairytales

Like we had once upon a time before midnight struck and switched everything back to ****
Not every person gets a happy ending
Ritz Writes Mar 2024
He met me in my mess
When I was wrestling with my flesh
With hopes & dreams started to crumble and crash.
On the verge of breaking under stress
He met in my mess.
Lost in Oblivion
I ran into paths Unknown.
To ease the ache inside my chest
When tribulations put my faith to test;
When guilt won't let me rest
I cried unto Him
Until I shed no more tears to face the fears
I found God in my mess.
🌼
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." ~ Matthew 11:28
Poetic Eagle Mar 2024
I just need a whisper
Tell me I'm not as unforgettable as your silence makes me feel
To the person who existed in the abstract
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