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#partings
I was born in the land of plains and palm trees, soon taken over to a city full of lights, loud hustles. I found myself torn between the two, always leaning towards the lush green beauty of my birthland. Every year, I packed my bags, spent a few days in my grandmother's house. I would prowl around like a changeling, my little cousin bothering me with his madness. As I grew older, the visits lessened— the void grew bigger, and family lines were bent and broken. My grandparents passed away, land cases rose between the torn families, the gardenia plant stopped flowering— I had no chance to say goodbye, no chance to shed tears for that home I loved. I left it behind, but my little cousin's face still stays in my mind. When I turned nineteen, I dragged my mother back to that lost world of mine. Lush green, hot breeze, clear night skies fit for stargazing— Long forgotten memories, and the old familial tales came back to me. There were missing pieces in the constellation, but I arranged those pieces till it made sense.
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:38 AM UTC
Partings
I must have loved you at one point These lingering emotions must have been created to fill the void left from the absence of love -em vidar
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Oct 24, 2022
Oct 24, 2022 at 12:41 AM UTC
I must...
our time always was better spent apart -em vidar
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Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 2:50 AM UTC
a harsh truth
Time to say goodbye before I'm dragged under on last time -em vidar
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Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 1:01 AM UTC
gb2
Always some truth in the words we say, even in the lies you've accused me of saying -em vidar
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Feb 11, 2022
Feb 11, 2022 at 12:45 AM UTC
Listen
5 years since I became someone you don't recognize -em vidar
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Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 10:56 PM UTC
Growth
You've left me to find words to fill your empty beats -em vidar
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Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 1:21 AM UTC
Wandering Musician
I still write to you no longer for you but it's a habit I can't seem to quit -em vidar
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Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 12:16 AM UTC
Gone
Were you ever sorry? -em vidar
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Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 2:04 AM UTC
I want to ask
How do I leave? When my mind screams for me to run my heart convinces me each time we've parted you may have learned something and be the person I want you to be... not the person you really are... -em vidar
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Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 2:02 AM UTC
Conflicted
I see you there In the rearview mirror of my life Fading As I move forward knowing we'll never ride side by side again
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Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 11:44 AM UTC
Smiles and Waves
It wasn't from lack of love or trying just us pretending for too long to be what the other wanted -em vidar
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Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC
IV. Revelation
I'm trying to understand why I still care when I know that I had to leave otherwise we'd have drowned together -em vidar
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Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC
III. Saving
We loved in a way even I don't understand and we left each other you for another and me to save the pieces he hadn't broken yet -em vidar
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Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
I. Grace
Leaves shed as she leaves behind Those worn old faces and troubled minds to a distant land Her brave heart is fuelled by freedom I walk alone over graves gold and red Rustle and crunch! complain the dead With a grimace, I bid welcome to my favourite season The northwest breeze shares a smoke with me As I solicit the shade of a leafless tree The dust gathers around my feet, around my life uneven A golden sky when the red sun sets A cloud floats by that resembles her face with the colours that make Autumn, to me, so appealing
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Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
Autumn
~                Hello hello hello hello      Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye                     And thats all there is
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
Thats all there is
The cottage is old and the garden trees have overgrown, The long missed smells of mother’s food… Oh, what joy to eventually come home! Shrill morning breaks to the call of crows As the sun rises from behind prison walls. A reminder yet again, Light alights in sleeping hours, Daylight brings hell, the unvoiced tortured wails Which cry out for the Light. But it plays tantalizing games at night And leaves the mornings in the hand of the jailor. No friend, no foe, no merchant nor sailor Will ever come to see… We’re alone in our six square feet cells Us, and the haunting drum roll of the surrounding sea.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
The Song of Parting
Faded memories lose their colour and conversation Alive but wearing thin with each recollection and overlapped by the heartache meetings kisses and partings tomorrow holds so close Destined to be replaced and painfully short lived So fades another day and another and another
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
Faded