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Adrienne Rich

If I’m lonely
it’s with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it’s neither… 32 more words

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I'm not in love

Three, five, ten, twenty years merged.

Phases swirl through days. Early months transition: infatuation to animosity, not in love. Doubt, deceit, dread, denial.

Reconciliation.

Crushes pass and passion carves to comfort. 57 more words

Postaday

Nour

My parents named me after a fluent, well-spoken woman of character and knowledge but I choose to only be known by my first name, Nur. I love rolling that name on and off my tongue, fascinated by the meaning of my name wields. 478 more words

Brokenpoet

My heart is

swinging back and forth

between all the poignant memories

and the breaths of ethereal emotions of

a soul ablaze.

  • Kishamore
Feelings

Fingers of a poet have

wings of freedom.

And every word of wisdom

from those fingers

unbosom their interminable &

esoteric feelings.

  • Kishamore
Feelings

To be magnificent 

is to be yourself..

To be yourself 

is to be articulative and pristine..

  • Kishamore
Feelings

Ocean

⚪A light breeze

I love it when my thoughts sink to the bottom, leaving my mind unstirred if only for a brief moment

⚪A deep breath… 158 more words

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