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Le temps d'hiver
s'empile
au pied de ma porte.
Les semaines passent,
sans que j'y fasse face.
À l'enneigement,
l'isolement,
la froideur
le blanc
le rien
la peur de toute foqué.
Puisque ce n'est jamais simple,
de vivre
ta vie
à ta vitesse.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
take
me
save
me
and you'll
never
lose
me
rot me away until there is nothing
hold me until there are only bones in your arms
do something for me
i'm so tired of doing things for
you
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC
Cascade of flowing vines
Mushrooms pushing through soft logs
The movement half glimpsed,
From the corner of your eyes
Cicadas buzz and hum softly then loudly
Lichen grows on damp rocks
They say that moss only grows
On the left sides of trees - or was it the right?
Pillow soft and dew beaded
Nature's cushion
Nature's stage for a round fairy ring
Secluded den
A centaur moves beneath the trees,
Dappled skin glowing
In yellow green light
Dainty steps
And the growing of things
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
Love is not constant
It is always born again
It does not change it evolves
Bits encoded with failure and pain
Transfer to make for stronger foundation
Love does not die
It is killed
You can love someone who hates you
But you can't love someone you hate
For hate is the absence of love
Absence caused by death
Death caused, by absence
In this case.
-Luca Ivaldi
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC