#writteninthestars - Hello Poetry

*A soft breeze whispers in the moonlight, Gliding over the pond, causing endless ripples in the water. Sounds of the crickets echo through the trees, hushing the quiet chatter on the dock. Scarlet fish swim in circles below, following the dark seaweed path. Lull acoustic guitar roars under the clouds. Ever so slightly a hiss travels past the ear. Unknown from sight, But present by sound. Ruby crystals spotted in the distance, hidden no more.*

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Nov 7, 2016

Nov 7, 2016 at 4:57 PM UTC

addisonmay

Sensations of Sangria

*A soft breeze whispers in the moonlight, Gliding over the pond, causing endless ripples in the water. Sounds of the crickets echo through the trees, hushing the quiet chatter on the dock. Scarlet fish swim in circles below, following the dark seaweed path. Lull acoustic guitar roars under the clouds. Ever so slightly a hiss travels past the ear. Unknown from sight, But present by sound. Ruby crystals spotted in the distance, hidden no more.*

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heyyy dont i know you? long time no see where were you? iv been looking all over for you i missed you kiss on lips …I love you <3 we are totally soulmates our love story was written in the stars <3

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Aug 10, 2016

Aug 10, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC

joan-liz-pantoja

WE FELL IN LOVE LIKE:

heyyy dont i know you? long time no see where were you? iv been looking all over for you i missed you kiss on lips …I love you <3 we are totally soulmates our love story was written in the stars <3

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We were not born when we met. We were returned. Two flames split by silence, halved by human bodies, yet burning from the same ancient fire. You were not someone I fell for — you were someone I remembered. Re-membered — put back together after lifetimes of being apart. Before clocks existed, before days were counted, before language dared to name love, we were already written. Not chosen. Not arranged. Pre-placed. Like two stars thrown from the same explosion, drifting through darkness until gravity found its echo. They call it coincidence — but coincidence is only co-incidence: two destinies crossing because they were always one path. They say we are separate — but separate is just separate from what it cannot see. You felt like a mirror I didn’t know I’d lost, a pulse that matched mine before my heart knew rhythm. Twin flame — not twin by blood, but twin by before. Same origin. Same burn. Same invisible thread tying us across time. I did not reach for you. Time folded, space softened, and you arrived as if you had always been standing there. Not chance. Not mistake. Not wish. A promise made in silence long before we could speak. Even when we were strangers, my soul already knew your name — not the one people call you, but the one carved into stardust. They can deny us. Label us. Judge us. Rearrange the story. But they cannot untie what was tied before time learned how to separate. And this is the truth that stays: If two flames were born from the same fire, they will always find the heat in each other — even in the dark, even through distance, even across lifetimes. Because some loves do not begin here. They return here. And we did not choose each other. We were chosen together — before our time.

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Feb 6

Feb 6, 2026 at 6:47 PM UTC

Anonymous_Flame

Before Time Learned Our Names

We were not born when we met. We were returned. Two flames split by silence, halved by human bodies, yet burning from the same ancient fire. You were not someone I fell for — you were someone I remembered. Re-membered — put back together after lifetimes of being apart. Before clocks existed, before days were counted, before language dared to name love, we were already written. Not chosen. Not arranged. Pre-placed. Like two stars thrown from the same explosion, drifting through darkness until gravity found its echo. They call it coincidence — but coincidence is only co-incidence: two destinies crossing because they were always one path. They say we are separate — but separate is just separate from what it cannot see. You felt like a mirror I didn’t know I’d lost, a pulse that matched mine before my heart knew rhythm. Twin flame — not twin by blood, but twin by before. Same origin. Same burn. Same invisible thread tying us across time. I did not reach for you. Time folded, space softened, and you arrived as if you had always been standing there. Not chance. Not mistake. Not wish. A promise made in silence long before we could speak. Even when we were strangers, my soul already knew your name — not the one people call you, but the one carved into stardust. They can deny us. Label us. Judge us. Rearrange the story. But they cannot untie what was tied before time learned how to separate. And this is the truth that stays: If two flames were born from the same fire, they will always find the heat in each other — even in the dark, even through distance, even across lifetimes. Because some loves do not begin here. They return here. And we did not choose each other. We were chosen together — before our time.

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