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Poetry is when a heart aches of love, pure genuine love, an offspring of happiness. It is when tears run down your cheeks due to the amount of love one can feel. it allows you a moment of pure ecstasy, so hypnotic to the eye of one who has once felt that pure love. Poetry is art. Art that creates ethereal imagery in your heart, and mind.

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9 years ago

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1 year ago

“To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”

— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”

1 year ago

"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life." -Virginia Woolf.

3 years ago

‘Tis the gay season

1 year ago

i don't pay attention to the world ending. it has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.

― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt

6 years ago

I haven’t seen you in a while. Oh, how I miss your smile. Sometimes I start to pick up the phone to dial, but I haven’t seen you in a while. One day our paths my cross again. You’ll see all these roses that have begun to pile. Until then I will hope and pray for you, my love. It’s all I can do. I haven’t seen you in a while.

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5 years ago

I wanna run away with someone in the middle of the night and go on adventures and see the world and eat at cheap truck stops and sit on top of our car and look at the stars and just be somewhere other than here. 

6 years ago

Last night I prayed for you You, who let me swallow The stones you dropped A heart’s trail Leading fast to the edge

I prayed for you Who took my words, my sugar And sprinkled it over someone New, fresh faced and warmed By the fire I lit

I prayed for you To the only man in eternity Who has Loved all of me I sent Him to you with grace Because I am not you

I prayed for you But first, I prayed for myself And found my soul cannot rise When anchored to yours So in freeing myself

I must also free you Amen.

-(a.e.) // I prayed

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