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I've never felt like this before.

And though I don’t show it, I’m shit my pants terrified.

These are recycled words that I type, but there’s really no better way to sum it up.

But you know what? I’m tired of missing chances. I’m tired of fucking up.

I’m tired of a lot of things.

So fuck it, I’m all-in; whether or not the rest of the world is. If I get fucked, I’ll take it with a smile. If I get broken, I’ll pick up the pieces and start over.

Here’s my heart, and I’m hoping for the best really, but there is that chance. That you’re a liar. That none of this is real. That this is all for nothing.

If I go by what the past has taught me: I should be careful; I should be reserved. Fuck trust.

But you know what? There’s also a chance that it’s not bullshit. That this really is what I’ve been waiting for. That you’re the change I want to see in this world. That you are real.

So fuck the past, because that isn’t what you are. You are the here, and now.

And fuck if I’m gonna let that pass me by. I’ve been living halfheartedly for way too long, and I’m tired of being lonely.

I’m tired of being cynical. I’m tired of being jaded.

Most of all, I’m tired of this apathy.

An Eagle stayed his flight and entreated a Lion to make an alliance with him to their mutual advantage. The Lion replied,

“I have no objection, but you must excuse me for requiring you to find surety for your good faith, for how can I trust anyone as a friend who is able to fly away from his bargain whenever he pleases?“

So, I’m cutting off my wings as surety.

I'm all-in—

the rest is up to you.

I'm sorry these second-hand wings and second-rate words

are all this recycled heart has to offer.

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Write about your first love.
Written by alyptik
I've never felt like this before.
And though I don’t show it, I’m shit my pants terrified.

These are recycled words that I type, but there’s really no better way to sum it up.

But you know what? I’m tired of missing chances. I’m tired of fucking up.

I’m tired of a lot of things.

So fuck it, I’m all-in; whether or not the rest of the world is. If I get fucked, I’ll take it with a smile. If I get broken, I’ll pick up the pieces and start over.

Here’s my heart, and I’m hoping for the best really, but there is that chance. That you’re a liar. That none of this is real. That this is all for nothing.

If I go by what the past has taught me: I should be careful; I should be reserved. Fuck trust.

But you know what? There’s also a chance that it’s not bullshit. That this really is what I’ve been waiting for. That you’re the change I want to see in this world. That you are real.

So fuck the past, because that isn’t what you are. You are the here, and now.

And fuck if I’m gonna let that pass me by. I’ve been living halfheartedly for way too long, and I’m tired of being lonely.

I’m tired of being cynical. I’m tired of being jaded.

Most of all, I’m tired of this apathy.

An Eagle stayed his flight and entreated a Lion to make an alliance with him to their mutual advantage. The Lion replied,

“I have no objection, but you must excuse me for requiring you to find surety for your good faith, for how can I trust anyone as a friend who is able to fly away from his bargain whenever he pleases?“

So, I’m cutting off my wings as surety.

I'm all-in—
the rest is up to you.

I'm sorry these second-hand wings and second-rate words
are all this recycled heart has to offer.
#love  #stories  #thefirst  #hurtstheworst  #forL_____  #whatiwish  #ihadsaidbackthen 
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Written by HoneycombHealin in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Renew

My beauty 

is in my imperfection

scattered parts make 

way for recollection

     Making peace

with the pieces 

in my reflection

was the key

to healing and 

resurrection.

     Upon reflection

My deepest reconnections

came shrouded in my

darkest days.

When totally encompassed

by a mental haze that

ravaged me; for the better

part of forever.

Whoever said that one

could never be the sun

that they've been crying

for?

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Written by HoneycombHealin in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Renew
My beauty 
is in my imperfection
scattered parts make 
way for recollection

     Making peace

with the pieces 
in my reflection
was the key
to healing and 
resurrection.

     Upon reflection

My deepest reconnections
came shrouded in my
darkest days.

When totally encompassed
by a mental haze that
ravaged me; for the better
part of forever.

Whoever said that one
could never be the sun
that they've been crying
for?
#poetry  #love  #healing 
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Written by quantumalex

Biological sensitivities.

Circuits overloading.

When the hyperbole means nothing.

Recognizing the importance of words.

The audience locked in on the artist in torment.

Confidence being.

Not judging asleep.

Postulating awake.

Anxiety is dreaming separate from sub-conscious.

Deprogramming the protocol of shameful conditioning.

Individualized apart from the nexus of infinity.

An invisible planet.

Whispering pleads to be understood for not understanding.

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Written by quantumalex
Biological sensitivities.
Circuits overloading.
When the hyperbole means nothing.
Recognizing the importance of words.
The audience locked in on the artist in torment.
Confidence being.
Not judging asleep.
Postulating awake.

Anxiety is dreaming separate from sub-conscious.

Deprogramming the protocol of shameful conditioning.
Individualized apart from the nexus of infinity.
An invisible planet.
Whispering pleads to be understood for not understanding.
#fantasy  #scifi  #fiction  #nonfiction  #horror  #education  #poetry  #science  #philosophy  #mystery  #love  #spirituality  #imagination 
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Written by KendraNyx in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Leaf Outside My Heart's Door

Fragile heart-shaped leaf

Out on the sidewalk

Took hold of my own

Reminding me to love

Myself and others like me

Although aged in my room

Maintains its form

Crinkled but not torn

Folded but not fading

Because love never dies

No matter how much it's hurt

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Written by KendraNyx in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Leaf Outside My Heart's Door
Fragile heart-shaped leaf
Out on the sidewalk
Took hold of my own
Reminding me to love
Myself and others like me
Although aged in my room
Maintains its form
Crinkled but not torn
Folded but not fading
Because love never dies
No matter how much it's hurt
#nonfiction  #poetry  #love  #nature 
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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Play Me

Descending

Thoughts

Unrehearsed

And

Accidental

Voicing of

The soul

A piano

With keys

To my

Heart

Pressed

Into my

Gut

Fluttering

With Passion

And strength

A Symphony

And you

A Revelation

You Move

Me

Like music.

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Play Me
Descending
Thoughts
Unrehearsed
And
Accidental
Voicing of
The soul
A piano
With keys
To my
Heart
Pressed

Into my
Gut
Fluttering
With Passion
And strength
A Symphony
And you
A Revelation

You Move
Me
Like music.
#romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #love  #spirituality  #intellect 
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Written by WriterLady in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Your Furniture, part II

I didn't know your

"I love you"

Flipped an hour glass,

The sand quickly pouring

Through the glass neck.

I bought your

"God, baby, I missed you's"

Your "fuck, I missed you's"

At a two for one special

All used up.

Your reassurance

My incessant messages

Did not bother

Turned into

"Just don't go crazy."

The smile that moved

From your mouth

Into soft crinkles

In the corners of your eyes

That beauty mark, dancing

Stopped moving.

I watched you fall

Out of love with me

As I became

Too much and

Not enough.

Crazy.

Every other girl,

Woman

You fucked

And fucked over.

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Written by WriterLady in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Your Furniture, part II
I didn't know your
"I love you"
Flipped an hour glass,
The sand quickly pouring
Through the glass neck.

I bought your
"God, baby, I missed you's"
Your "fuck, I missed you's"
At a two for one special
All used up.

Your reassurance
My incessant messages
Did not bother
Turned into
"Just don't go crazy."

The smile that moved
From your mouth
Into soft crinkles
In the corners of your eyes
That beauty mark, dancing
Stopped moving.

I watched you fall
Out of love with me
As I became
Too much and
Not enough.
Crazy.
Every other girl,
Woman
You fucked
And fucked over.
#poetry  #poem  #love  #freeverse  #lovelost 
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Loving...

It is like breath. You need it to survive. You need it to feel normal. Don't understand? Hold your breath. Hold it for as long as you can. Hold it past the point it starts to hurt and your mind starts getting fuzzy.

Love with her is like that. With her, it is just like breath. Without her, very quickly it all slips away in confusion and pain.

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Loving...
It is like breath. You need it to survive. You need it to feel normal. Don't understand? Hold your breath. Hold it for as long as you can. Hold it past the point it starts to hurt and your mind starts getting fuzzy.

Love with her is like that. With her, it is just like breath. Without her, very quickly it all slips away in confusion and pain.
#love 
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Written by babyangel in portal Poetry & Free Verse

an ode to your first love

If you remember how it felt

to dream of her at night, then you remember me -

The love you lost and couldn't keep.

The first time you looked into her eyes

and realized you were happy;

to the girl you thought you would marry.

Do you remember how it felt

to have her near, not yours to touch

Do you remember feeling everything so much?

Because first love is always an only.

If you remember how it felt to cry at night,

then you remember me.

You thought nothing could ever hurt you

that deeply. Your heart so brave and clumsy,

so sorry for itself. You belonged to someone else.

And yet look back and remember,

that girl made you less scared. You took risks

and you learned, and you grew,

and it hurt; it was the first -

the love you lost and couldn't forget.

The girl who went and changed

everything, the light of your world,

the love that made you believe

in heaven, 'cause she was an angel on earth

Though in the end she saw you

as nothing more than a friend,

you loved once, and you will love again.

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Written by babyangel in portal Poetry & Free Verse
an ode to your first love
If you remember how it felt
to dream of her at night, then you remember me -
The love you lost and couldn't keep.
The first time you looked into her eyes
and realized you were happy;
to the girl you thought you would marry.

Do you remember how it felt
to have her near, not yours to touch
Do you remember feeling everything so much?
Because first love is always an only.

If you remember how it felt to cry at night,
then you remember me.
You thought nothing could ever hurt you
that deeply. Your heart so brave and clumsy,
so sorry for itself. You belonged to someone else.

And yet look back and remember,
that girl made you less scared. You took risks
and you learned, and you grew,
and it hurt; it was the first -
the love you lost and couldn't forget.

The girl who went and changed
everything, the light of your world,
the love that made you believe
in heaven, 'cause she was an angel on earth

Though in the end she saw you
as nothing more than a friend,
you loved once, and you will love again.
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Can You Dream?: Chapter 6 - That’s More Like It

Chapter 6

That’s More Like It

I just lied on my bed

Waiting for the end

‘I feel like the reason the simplicity of death is so fascinating is because it’s so definite.

There must be more.

But what was everyone before they were anything?

Nothing, life is simply nothing embodied’

‘You’ve said this consistently for the past four days, ever since Emma Court. We know this.’

‘Who?’

‘The hospital lady.’

‘Am I annoying you?’

I turned around

He didn't answer my question

‘Let’s go out and dance.’ He paused

‘What do you want?’

I paused and thought of his question

As if I never heard him

‘Let’s dance.’

‘Okay let’s go.’

‘No, here.’

I put on my favorite song and I was lost

I twirled my way to him

Closing my eyes while singing the lyrics

He held me closer to him and we just danced

Stealing each other’s energy

I turned my back to him

He glided his hands over my body

His touch was something I had never felt before

He began to undo my blouse

Then he turned me around

‘You’re so beautiful.’

‘Don’t speak, I know what you’re thinking.’

I kissed him

Tasted him, then I threw his body on the bed

‘The dead bitch turned me on more.’ I said

I straddled him

‘Really?’

He gave me this sly look and I nodded and smiled

He grabbed my neck and threw me on the bed then hovered over me

I tore his shirt off

He kissed me

Then wrapped his arms around my waist and put me on top of him

I smiled and stole his glance moments before he ravished my body

‘That’s more like it.’ I whispered

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Can You Dream?: Chapter 6 - That’s More Like It
Chapter 6
That’s More Like It

I just lied on my bed
Waiting for the end
‘I feel like the reason the simplicity of death is so fascinating is because it’s so definite.
There must be more.
But what was everyone before they were anything?
Nothing, life is simply nothing embodied’
‘You’ve said this consistently for the past four days, ever since Emma Court. We know this.’
‘Who?’
‘The hospital lady.’
‘Am I annoying you?’
I turned around
He didn't answer my question
‘Let’s go out and dance.’ He paused
‘What do you want?’
I paused and thought of his question
As if I never heard him
‘Let’s dance.’
‘Okay let’s go.’
‘No, here.’
I put on my favorite song and I was lost
I twirled my way to him
Closing my eyes while singing the lyrics
He held me closer to him and we just danced
Stealing each other’s energy
I turned my back to him
He glided his hands over my body
His touch was something I had never felt before
He began to undo my blouse
Then he turned me around
‘You’re so beautiful.’
‘Don’t speak, I know what you’re thinking.’
I kissed him
Tasted him, then I threw his body on the bed
‘The dead bitch turned me on more.’ I said
I straddled him
‘Really?’
He gave me this sly look and I nodded and smiled
He grabbed my neck and threw me on the bed then hovered over me
I tore his shirt off
He kissed me
Then wrapped his arms around my waist and put me on top of him
I smiled and stole his glance moments before he ravished my body
‘That’s more like it.’ I whispered
#fantasy  #fiction  #romance  #horror  #adventure  #poetry  #philosophy  #mystery  #prose  #novel  #book  #love  #dream  #dreams  #spirituality  #culture  #opinion  #series 
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The search

Looking for the one

I would choose over the sun

The search was no fun

Until we met on a run

And my heart knew it was done

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Written by Dendra_dm in portal Poetry & Free Verse
The search
Looking for the one
I would choose over the sun
The search was no fun
Until we met on a run
And my heart knew it was done
#love  #search  #heart  #tanka 
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