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For years, I dreamed of a real kind of love. The kind where two people can talk things through without everything turning into something bigger than it needs to be. Sure, a little merajuk here and there is normal, but not the kind that turns small things into painful fights. For the longest time, I had to pick myself back up and slowly rebuild the person I used to be before life broke parts of me. I had to relearn trust, relearn love, and honestly, I never thought I’d ever get all of that back again. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic but somewhere along the way, I told myself to be a little more realistic. So for a while, I just focused on living. I did things I never thought I would, things I needed to do for myself, just so one day I could say I really lived and gave myself a chance. And then...out of nowhere,this stranger walked into my life, and somehow the rest became history. I’m still healing in many ways. I still have trust issues, still have habits and defense mechanisms shaped by childhood and past experiences that I’m learning to unlearn. But so gently, he’s teaching me what it means to love someone the right way. He’s showing me what respect in a relationship actually looks like. Sometimes I look back at what I once accepted and think…what the hell was that? The things I used to think were “too much to ask for” now show up so naturally. Even something as simple as him making my plate for dinner feels so big to me and I find myself extra grateful for all these quiet little acts of love. It’s funny how love can find you when you’ve stopped chasing it. And somehow, it gives back parts of yourself you thought were gone forever. Aahhh~ who knew love could feel this soft.
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May 13
May 13, 2026 at 2:59 AM UTC
gentle love
For years, I dreamed of a real kind of love. The kind where two people can talk things through without everything turning into something bigger than it needs to be. Sure, a little merajuk here and there is normal, but not the kind that turns small things into painful fights. For the longest time, I had to pick myself back up and slowly rebuild the person I used to be before life broke parts of me. I had to relearn trust, relearn love, and honestly, I never thought I’d ever get all of that back again. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic but somewhere along the way, I told myself to be a little more realistic. So for a while, I just focused on living. I did things I never thought I would, things I needed to do for myself, just so one day I could say I really lived and gave myself a chance. And then...out of nowhere,this stranger walked into my life, and somehow the rest became history. I’m still healing in many ways. I still have trust issues, still have habits and defense mechanisms shaped by childhood and past experiences that I’m learning to unlearn. But so gently, he’s teaching me what it means to love someone the right way. He’s showing me what respect in a relationship actually looks like. Sometimes I look back at what I once accepted and think…what the hell was that? The things I used to think were “too much to ask for” now show up so naturally. Even something as simple as him making my plate for dinner feels so big to me and I find myself extra grateful for all these quiet little acts of love. It’s funny how love can find you when you’ve stopped chasing it. And somehow, it gives back parts of yourself you thought were gone forever. Aahhh~ who knew love could feel this soft.
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The string you tied was perhaps not strong enough. It could only take you so far — yet so short lived. Then it snaps. And when it snaps you wonder — perhaps you didn't tie it tight enough. Or maybe they didn't. You felt it snap. You're left alone and bare.
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 5:31 PM UTC
March 26th, 2026
I learned to dim the light in me, to starve the urge to softly be the girl who once would stand and glow for no one’s eyes– just her own soul. I used to trace my face with care, not out of need, not out of fear, but like a secret, tender art, a quiet language of the heart. But something shifted in the glass– it watched me change, it let me pass through rules that tightened, slow and thin, until they settled on my skin. Now every flaw begins to speak, in tones that make me feel too weak– pigmented shadows, scattered scars, like constellations stripped of stars. Dark under-eyes that will not fade, a tired truth I cannot shade, and still they ask me what is wrong, as if this face does not belong. As if I’m sick. As if I’ve failed. As if my bare self should be veiled. I’m never whole, I’m never right, too dull for day, too raw for night, not polished to their cruel design, not broken enough to cross the line. I want no filter, none to hide, no borrowed glow, no softer side, just this face, this aching core, this self I barely know anymore. And somewhere deep, a voice I knew now trembles, distant, breaking through– a wild thing I can’t set free, a girl I fear I’ll never be. Life lingers heavy in my chest, a silent, ceaseless kind of test, a pull, a whisper, dark and sweet, that drags me gently to defeat. For beauty never was the sin– no, not the light upon the skin– but needing it to feel enough, to earn a love, to soften “rough.” To be desired. To be seen. To be exactly what they mean. And so I stand, undone, unknown– a face that dares to be its own…. yet feels like something left behind, a ghost that walks in borrowed mind. ♡ lil-usagi
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Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 4:07 PM UTC
Bare Face
I learned to dim the light in me, to starve the urge to softly be the girl who once would stand and glow for no one’s eyes– just her own soul. I used to trace my face with care, not out of need, not out of fear, but like a secret, tender art, a quiet language of the heart. But something shifted in the glass– it watched me change, it let me pass through rules that tightened, slow and thin, until they settled on my skin. Now every flaw begins to speak, in tones that make me feel too weak– pigmented shadows, scattered scars, like constellations stripped of stars. Dark under-eyes that will not fade, a tired truth I cannot shade, and still they ask me what is wrong, as if this face does not belong. As if I’m sick. As if I’ve failed. As if my bare self should be veiled. I’m never whole, I’m never right, too dull for day, too raw for night, not polished to their cruel design, not broken enough to cross the line. I want no filter, none to hide, no borrowed glow, no softer side, just this face, this aching core, this self I barely know anymore. And somewhere deep, a voice I knew now trembles, distant, breaking through– a wild thing I can’t set free, a girl I fear I’ll never be. Life lingers heavy in my chest, a silent, ceaseless kind of test, a pull, a whisper, dark and sweet, that drags me gently to defeat. For beauty never was the sin– no, not the light upon the skin– but needing it to feel enough, to earn a love, to soften “rough.” To be desired. To be seen. To be exactly what they mean. And so I stand, undone, unknown– a face that dares to be its own…. yet feels like something left behind, a ghost that walks in borrowed mind. ♡ lil-usagi
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rendered words stripped bare naked poetry
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 10:21 AM UTC
naked
i envy the trees in winter, leaves unafraid. they bare the worst of themselves, showing scars & imperfections, without implications. 3.9.23
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 8:59 PM UTC
the trees
Por la marea del invierno las estrellas solas oscurecido de la luna Ramas penetrantes la tierra fresca el soplo de frío entregado puntualmente Como lluvia como aura remota levantando el primer velo entonces el siguiente
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Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
Solstice
Oh darling, why haven't you learned how the heart cowardice disappears for the sake of loved one yet comes trembling back in before them? Why haven't you learned that those grand gestures of love are just quick instincts for you? Why you haven't stopped serving your flesh on platter and giving your bones as rich delicacy? Why do belittle your brittle heart to commend to other's world? Why do caress wounds which makes you spiral, not on your body but only because it's on other's ? Decades went by as you sink in your bed. Your tears grew mold as your eyes shred. With lingering hope you called for an voice to answer, a hope to receive yet all you ever got was a cold shoulder, a close call to defeat. Now, you're on your feet. Laying bricks one at time. saying, it'll be a memory or a story to tell smiling ever so softly and lull your glow can purify this hell. though you still cling to them, as a friend or companion or as a soul though how can i tell? as i watch you from the distance one could get ; is the circus missing a fool ? Or did the school miss a ghoul?
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Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
Oh, My Darling
Found love in a man’s clothes; the one who had Love in his heart before that love stick in his pants Man-made; a man made from complex emotions, He’s just an emoji showing one shade of feeling With a different one behind him So few, do rarely wear their heart on their sleeve – He does so well to cover up himself                                               _Naked men are so few!_
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Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 12:11 AM UTC
Naked men are so few
In the once noble house, almost all is taken except The walls, the lath, now held on by a cleat of wood and lace that redeems the letcher, denizen of Sussex wetlands. Of late the chalet is latched only by hate, and the letch chats with outlaws in the storm's eclat of thunder far off. No knights or maidens remain, nor any ruler of demesne and the treasure is born off to other kingdoms. The well is dry and fields are bare. And in the end, all depart. leaving doors open to the wind and gate down to the woods. And broken the way down to the sea.
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Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
Chalet
Bear in mind – as I conjured an image of a bear in my mind, both indulging in a few rounds at the bar; raising the bar to dizzying heights, till one of us might succumb to intoxication. A rather fishy scenario, devoid of any fishy breakfast beneath the bear's breath, reminiscent of a grizzly confrontation. Yet, we diligently tailed our cocktails at the counter – chasing after them without any count of remorse. For we both loathed the winter that awaited us beyond those bar doors, devising a scheme to drink deeply enough to drift into slumber and embrace the idea of hibernation. I guess that’s what you get when a man has cocktails with a bear at the bar - only to discover that by the end, I was left with a solitary bear, while my wallet lay stripped of its treasures, solitary bare.
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Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 3:15 AM UTC
Bear and Bare
You want me to take off my clothes The clothes of my soul You want me to turn around slowly Standing bare in front of you So you can get a good look at everything You want me to show you everything But I know what you'll really see You'll see my Scars Bruises Darkness Things I've long locked away Letting few if any see But I have one question When I am laid bare Will you run away? Will you see how many Scars I have and worry they'll cloud my view? Will you see my Bruises And wonder if I'll give you any? Will you see my Darkness And worry that it will spread? Or would you look past all that Search for my perfections They are there Just few and far between And if you see my imperfections (Which I know you will) And my perfections What will you decide? Will you stay? Or run? As so many have
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 4:22 PM UTC
Stay or Run
Rivers of raging air and water Coming together To blaze their own trail almost without a care Leaving the landscape in it's wake bare Life's shatter Right or fare, doesn't matter The scare of it happening again is always right there The horror of mother nature Right around the corner But truthfully, I should finally be clear It's the other type of mother, And a lack of nurture, That's the main factor I've pretended, Tried to blend in, For many moons plus a year, It's not a natural disaster It's... ...it's tears Ones that've carved ruts down my ****** veneer As they veer through the unstable atmosphere That I can't steer through, Landing me here On the shore With only my pride and fear And an SOS, That I guess, Doesn't come across as sincere ©2024
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Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 8:04 PM UTC
~•§•~ Flash Flood ~•§•~
i sit and watch you and wait like a dog always just two steps behind you and always just begging you for scraps as if two seconds of your attention would be enough to fill my empty, empty stomach as if two mere seconds would ever be enough but you can't even give that- my friends say i'm too nice and you just call out my name and when i see that familiar self-satisfied smile on your face i just become a bad liar and i just look the other way and i go back to pretending like your bare minimum is enough to fix my bellyache
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Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:23 AM UTC
a dog with a bellyache (& related metaphors)
Kiss my mind and not my skin Strip me slowly of the walls I've built Take my hands And push me up against the walls Of my soul And learn every inch Of who I really am Until you know me as intimately As does the darkness That surrounds me And the resonance of your being Drips from my mouth Like pleas for mercy
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Dec 8, 2023
Dec 8, 2023 at 2:54 AM UTC
Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Deep within her stare value-laden eyes bare Thou liketh compete with disciplined man Prim proper equanimity assembled as plan Serve glory to God; begone any despair Grasping thy reality of excellence profound Access vast depth of emotion- drowned Dangling medals reaching out to touch Through tranquility, stand by your ground He pushed me open like a book untold Words of the gospel used by mean Daring as His veracity He loved me as bold By sworn duty, I shall perpetually convene
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Jul 20, 2023
Jul 20, 2023 at 12:01 PM UTC
hi, i’m back.
Who of you can hear laughter in both ears, a devilish whisper from each shoulder I dare say this two vs one nightmare is a little unfair, turn to tag out and there's no one there My corner's bare, how'd I even get here? On my knees, can't breathe, please, someone return the air Dark comes from everywhere leaving one light in the far distance, dead center and it draws near Looked death square in the face and said, "you're no longer welcome here" He didn't hear, probably did just didn't care to answer No atheists in foxholes huh, who knows the correct prayer? Do we even have a prayer? Why bother with a prayer It's only wasted air, there's no one there ...is there?? ©2023
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Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 7:25 PM UTC
~•§•~ Is There a Prayer? ~•§•~
My emotions Are scattered And you are the salt shaker, Using them little by little, Until I'm bare.
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Feb 9, 2022
Feb 9, 2022 at 6:50 AM UTC
Scatter my feelings
I was riled as I learned an unknown burn. You smiled as I unturned a new-found yearn. There’s something so succinct in earning truth, After what felt like an eternity learning. Proof that a familiar swirl in an unfamiliar scene Can bring a million new ways to view your days. It’s serene, this feeling. Really! And with it, a chance to lift. The choice to change one life. An invitation to chime in time with another. Perfect imperfection. Resolved discordance. Binding impermanent reflections in permanence. An end to what felt like an endless race. A new beginning; your rawest reckoning. The featherweight phoenix ever beckoning. Don’t hide your face. Don’t chase your ghost. For betterment, you meant it. In innocence, you sent it.
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Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 9:31 PM UTC
Featherweight Phoenix
I needed to ask I needed to imply I needed to explore the possibility I needed to know I needed to see The bare bones of your reality
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May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 6:11 AM UTC
Bare Bones
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some words turn to dust--no one to understand no one to value on land:\ hold the words save the rush throw away turn to dust in a hint an unwarned gush leave to decay surrender to rust upon a flash upon a sleep in a thousand nights and one they tear on a heart of gold to dash on breast to bare no more they burn they fast they swear -------ravenfeels
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Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 5:19 PM UTC
Swear
I layed myself out bare, bracing for the sting of another open wound. You only came with tools to mend, a needle and thread. With gentle hands, you stiched together every hole in my heart with love.
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
The Sewist
Intervals depicted by woefully stark sights. Tombstone branches drape over the division of essence. That now clings to the earth, moved on by the breath around. I see them grazing in the air, a corpse of what was warm. Now showing the frigidness of what is upon us. Mourning the beauty of what was, and I look up at the tombstone branches in reverence. Awaiting the time when life wavers above me once again. And then I will smile, for now, I slumber within my stark contemplations.
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
Static Branches Bare