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One day or day one.
Move on to the next big thing,
before you're out of time.



@lightinthedarknesspoetry
Thanks for being here. Until the next verse.

For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.
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Pain keeps you awake
So you don't fall asleep.



@lightinthedarknesspoetry
Thanks for being here. Until the next verse.

For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.
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If you stop expecting miracles from people,
you can never get hurt by them;
instead, if you initiate the expectation
of blessings only from God,
your heart will bloom again.



@lightinthedarknesspoetry
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For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.
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Old wounds disappear beneath the sun,  
New pursuits rise, and journeys run.



@lightinthedarknesspoetry
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For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.
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The city's lights blur into dawn,
What if I was just gone —
Spun ceaselessly from a wheel,
No eyes are drawn.



@lightinthedarknesspoetry
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For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.
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The stamina maintains, then suddenly raises the bar,
No chamber to breathe, no time left to turn back,
Nothing annihilates you faster than your mind,
Remember to carry the joy that's passed you by.



@lightinthedarknesspoetry
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For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.
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After a long time,
I am finally home,
feeling whole again,
in the presence of the
Lord of the universe.



@lightinthedarknesspoetry
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For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.
Thomas Castle May 14
anxiety strikes me like a sudden glucose spike. bloodstream is gushed with nothing but the thrill of a chase. the nerves though, not doing so well. my reality is going to be more distorted than usual.

when anxiety strikes, they don't knock on the door. they come with a bang, and hang in the air like an acoustic foam. you know, train of thoughts and stream of sounds can wander anywhere in the room, but seem futile to get across time and space. they can only travel so much in here, in a vacuumless vessel. a deafening silence, a chaos in a stillness, and i think it best describes it. i can look composed and pour you a glass of water, and i won't even realize if it overflows.

when anxiety leaves, i don't think you know it left. you would question its existence, why isn't it with you today.  it might feel like a weight being lifted up on your shoulder, but you don't feel any lighter. it feels heavier because of its disappearance. you are so used to its presence, because anxiety keeps you busy in your head. and when you finally have a moment of peace, you self-doubt yourself if you have stopped living your life.
written @17:44, 27th Feb
Aarya May 11
There's an ocean in my chest,
A shore, that I am willingly drowning in
It’s the denial.

Denial, to the delusion of not falling again
Denial, to drown in those hazelnut eyes
Denial to enjoy that cheery blossom waking in spring
When he gently smiles
Denial of that spark, I see lightning in me again
Denial, of anticipation to that buzz of a soft chime
Denial, to the wandering eyes of mine
Yearning for the denied presence,
Denial of the silent poems inside me,
Which flows from me now
Denial of this poem, which shows the stirrings of my heart
Cause there is no denying that I may be hurt and shattered
Like in the past……
felt like something that under ratted that feeling of forced denial, from yourself
Phia May 9
I have a special relationship with poetry.
She is the friend I can stick in my pocket indefinitely
And when we meet again it’s like I never left.
She’s familiar, and comforting
And reminds me that she is the only thing
I know that I can count on
When everything goes to ****
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