#separations
There is so much to say before we go,
Our separate ways
I thank you for seeing
I thank you for being
I thank you for coming into my life
It made me feel alive
In a moment it was gone
I have been torn
The intensity I felt, I could never tell
The love and devotion was my singular emotion
But at some point it needs to stop
Cause the irony of geometry is not lost
We are parallel lines
Hard to define
We will never stop walking but we can never unite
I will applaud you always from far away
And I promise there will always be space
I’ll keep you in my heart and throw the key away
I’ll return to you every now and then, maybe it will fade
In an alternative universe you and I would unite and be unstoppable and fight for each other and always be on the same side
In this life it isn’t meant to be, maybe we’ll meet again on the next flight.
I’ll love you always and keep the light
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
Peter (my bf) and I are keeping it modest, practicing the art of the small things. Among our repertoire of pleasures are simple conversations, after long, exhaustive school days, in non-technical language.
Shall we wax poetic-ish?
*Ever, my heart had blazed as if branded by fire.
Then love finally arrived to sweetly quench that unseen, smoldering blaze..
Fate, for a while, like scissors, came between us.
But having thus far proceeded, I did sorely miss the confections of closeness.
So, I shamelessly plotted to conjure sordid-reunions.
You may **** the force of my weaknesses and think me devilish,
but I am, after all, a living, female thing.
Do I relive that awful trauma? No, living in the past is like reheating nachos.
No one wants that.
Or do we? We take so many pictures, now-a-days.
Are we sore afraid of losing our yesterdays?*
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Songs for this:
matters of the heart by lovlaine
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 4:26 PM UTC
We all have inner and outer lives.
They’re messy, hopelessly intertwined, and more
than mere mannequins to hang our word-art upon.
I’m supported, in my unwritten life, by a structure
of moods, both affine and counter-expressive. I’m,
in turns, a tightly wound vagabond, an over-busy,
fretful, unhappy liar (for what I will not share) and
a happy, truthful mess (for what I may overshare).
My outer-life is largely academic, and turned with
complete absorption to task, I plow thru the
needed assignments, like a caffeine fueled machine,
You might rightly call outer-me boring. I get it, for
nothing much happens beyond study and life’s
usual maintenances.
But my inner-life is full of action, if desires,
dreams, and internally ranting against the injustices of youthful separations can be rightly called actions.
Of my boyfriend, the world contains not one parallel.
He overshadows the few others I’ve ever known.
His masculine elements turn me all the way up,
He knows my petty vanities and most of my weaknesses. If he doesn’t know my every phase of feeling, or every desire of my love starved soul, it’s because our love is peripatetic.
Most of the year, we’re a long distance, digital, practical nothingness, A near autofictional anticipation. We are separated by a sea and more. If I may simply put it, I have a fine young body that is going to waste.
When I complained to my older sister, a surgeon who long delayed her own personal life for her career, she shruggingly and unsympathetically said, “You only have to suffer a few more years.”
“Oh, mon Dieu!” I replied.
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positions by Ariana Grande [E]
34+35 (Remix) by [feat. Doja Cat & Megan Thee Stallion] [E]
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 11:11 PM UTC
May be I didn't played well,
So the situations are hitting me like hell.,
Is it the karma or the destiny,
It's just breaking me down pushing me off the ease ,
Like am the sea,
Sometimes the moon ; it's pulling me,
So hard to reach up to that height,
But this is not possible though; it might,
It might happen but there will be disaster,
I don't wanna be that bad
now or even after ,
Therefore there will be a permanent interval ,
So the sea will get high; get sad and dull ,
The truth won't change then clouds will cry ,
Sea will be lying someday and next day it will die .
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
Had the dreams of the future ,
as I stepped into the train,
Life wasn't picture back then,
but outlining of a frame ,
On the walls of freedom.
I could finally feel the rain,
See mommy I came too far,
Simply Walking down the lane,
Leaving home , tying knots I was sitting on the raft ,
Waving hand ,blink of eye I was away from the past,
Life was stretched like the ocean darker and vast,
I was floating on the stream knowing,
Good byes never last.
As my raft lost the stand ,
I saled it up with my hands ,
bonded in , packed the past ,
Left the life to the raft,
And Let it to float , down the stream ,
In cold breeze ,through the wind,
So Here I am in the rain,
Still laughing , and build the frame,
with a picture of the raft,
That keeps floating till it lasts.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
They say we are Different;
But how can that be true?
*When all I see,
Is me and you.*
Earth is but a ball of dirt,
Devoid of man's treaties;
Still, it sustains within itself
Thousands of different species.
So why by them were these
Distinct separations made?
Why were colours distinguished,
And Humanity left to fade?
What is their purpose
Of praying to God above,
When his creation of a Heart,
They condemn without Love?
*They walk the same soil;
They breathe the same air;
They drink the same water,
Then why do they despair?--*
It's not Faith as they call it;
It's Vile Hyprocrisy redefined,
That leaks Doubt and Angst
Into a perfectly Tolerant mind.
*For they frown at our Choices,
They mock at our Bruise;
They scorn at our Differences,
But our Similarities they refuse!--*
It's a matter of the mind,
That plays forth illusions;
*Differences are evasive maneuvers
Against mental intrusions!*
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
Your embrace perfunctory
A trace of our history
Hesitations in your voice
Speak of your choice
Demurring eyelashes aver
It is all over- Forever.
Excuses new you innovate
Towards the door your gravitate
My eyes plead and placate
As my heart you vacate
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC