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The moon is full, and so am I
Anonymous
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The moon is full, and so am I
We share the same magnetic energy tonight
She, my mirror
A symbol of wholeness
like my blooming body
follicles bursting
eggs - like little moons
released with the purpose to create life
to create life!
my womb - a universe
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The moon is full, and so am I
We share the same magnetic energy tonight
She, my mirror
A symbol of wholeness
like my blooming body
follicles bursting
eggs - like little moons
released with the purpose to create life
to create life!
my womb - a universe
The language exchanged by our eyes
Anonymous
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I could look at you
and we could
look at each other
in specific moments
and our eyes could
speak that
strange code that
unlocks access to
our soul's mausoleum.
What are the words -
what is the language
exchanged by our eyes?
I miss that -
I miss the feeling of
not being suspended
alone here.
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I could look at you
and we could
look at each other
in specific moments
and our eyes could
speak that
strange code that
unlocks access to
our soul's mausoleum.
What are the words -
what is the language
exchanged by our eyes?
I miss that -
I miss the feeling of
not being suspended
alone here.
Hey I love you
Anonymous
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Hey I love you
ok
I know
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Hey I love you
ok
I know
The scent of citrus
Amalu
age 16, from India
@vvhslu on Instagram
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The smell of citrus brings me back to you, it reminds me of my childhood home, where I sat with my grandmother before death took her from me, it reminds me of all the summers I loved. But now the smell of citrus reminds me of you.
age 16, from India
@vvhslu on Instagram
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The smell of citrus brings me back to you, it reminds me of my childhood home, where I sat with my grandmother before death took her from me, it reminds me of all the summers I loved. But now the smell of citrus reminds me of you.
Oasis
Vasilios Moschouris
age 26, from North Carolina
@vasili_lovely on Instagram
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Deep breaths. Look around you. This is the wild field of your life. The savannah of your soul. The sun is hot, but the shade is soft and the water is cold. This is the thrill and this is the terror. Love is just as much an animal as you.
age 26, from North Carolina
@vasili_lovely on Instagram
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Deep breaths. Look around you. This is the wild field of your life. The savannah of your soul. The sun is hot, but the shade is soft and the water is cold. This is the thrill and this is the terror. Love is just as much an animal as you.
I really didn't want to
Prasanna
age 23, from India
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I really didn't want to cry today,
I really didn't.
age 23, from India
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I really didn't want to cry today,
I really didn't.
Death
Aisha Taylor
age 24, from Wales
@thesavingpoint on Instagram
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does the pain stop
when you're beneath
the earth or will
it turn to flowers
for people to come and
pick from my grave
age 24, from Wales
@thesavingpoint on Instagram
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does the pain stop
when you're beneath
the earth or will
it turn to flowers
for people to come and
pick from my grave
College.
Anonymous
age 24, from Indianapolis
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I am 24 years old.
Somewhere, somehow, I am still feeling unfulfilled at an unidentifiable 'what could have been.'
College. A messy, beautiful, painful collection of my memories. That I can't seem to replicate.
Here's the kicker: it wasn't all that great. I was mildly depressed. I went through something traumatic. Yet, my naive brain ignores the scars and only presents the simple.
My best friends, who I love beyond measure, and I don't talk to anymore. The first time I got drunk & high. The music. The hallways. The classes. The late night vulnerability. The girlhood. The irreplaceable feeling that I finally belonged somewhere, as simple and meaningless as that random Tuesday night was.
I have a bad feeling I will forever be chasing the same feeling. And will never find it again.
How do I let something so raw, beautiful, and transformative go?
age 24, from Indianapolis
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I am 24 years old.
Somewhere, somehow, I am still feeling unfulfilled at an unidentifiable 'what could have been.'
College. A messy, beautiful, painful collection of my memories. That I can't seem to replicate.
Here's the kicker: it wasn't all that great. I was mildly depressed. I went through something traumatic. Yet, my naive brain ignores the scars and only presents the simple.
My best friends, who I love beyond measure, and I don't talk to anymore. The first time I got drunk & high. The music. The hallways. The classes. The late night vulnerability. The girlhood. The irreplaceable feeling that I finally belonged somewhere, as simple and meaningless as that random Tuesday night was.
I have a bad feeling I will forever be chasing the same feeling. And will never find it again.
How do I let something so raw, beautiful, and transformative go?
It's been almost one year since you died
Anonymous
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[redacted],
it's been almost one year since you died. so much has happened since then & I wish you were here so badly. so so badly. I miss you so much and I feel like I took you for granted. I just feel numb now. and sick to my stomach. I know you'd be so mad at me for sitting here all alone & in my feelings but I can't help it. I love you so much [redacted].
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[redacted],
it's been almost one year since you died. so much has happened since then & I wish you were here so badly. so so badly. I miss you so much and I feel like I took you for granted. I just feel numb now. and sick to my stomach. I know you'd be so mad at me for sitting here all alone & in my feelings but I can't help it. I love you so much [redacted].
He is not the one for me
Anonymous
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I do not need [redacted]. He is not the one for me. He does not love me. He is not available for me. I am not available for him. He can not have me. Only I can have myself. Only I can love myself. Let him go. It is time to move on. I still love him but I need to give that love to myself. I am strong. I am a fighter. I know my worth. It was a privilege for him to get to love me. He fucked up. It's his loss. I do not need him to know my worth. Myself is enough. I am enough. I will let those memories go, as I will let that love fade away. I did everything I could, gave him my everything when the whole time I should have been giving that to myself.
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I do not need [redacted]. He is not the one for me. He does not love me. He is not available for me. I am not available for him. He can not have me. Only I can have myself. Only I can love myself. Let him go. It is time to move on. I still love him but I need to give that love to myself. I am strong. I am a fighter. I know my worth. It was a privilege for him to get to love me. He fucked up. It's his loss. I do not need him to know my worth. Myself is enough. I am enough. I will let those memories go, as I will let that love fade away. I did everything I could, gave him my everything when the whole time I should have been giving that to myself.
Yoga
Anonymous
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If I breathe in good
What happens inside of me
When I breathe out bad?
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If I breathe in good
What happens inside of me
When I breathe out bad?
I am not built for nonchalance
Rebecca Budrick
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I am not built for nonchalance. I will care deeply, loudly, without limitations. I leave my ringer on at night - not in the hopes of a call, but in case I'm needed. I am the type to ask if you are doing okay a thousand times. The drop everything when someone calls. The dry my own tears to let yours flow. Drive all night - through storms - to keep you company. I'll stay on the call long after you have fallen asleep, checking for even breathing. I believe in the power of goodnight and good morning. In wishing for safety and wellness. I don't pray in the traditional sense. But I put prayer into people. Would fight tooth and nail against impossible odds to ensure love is poured into every fiber of your being. As if I alone have divine power to eradicate darkness. When someone has fought off darkness for so long, they see the signs in others. I see when it festers within you; maybe it's naive to think I alone can draw it out and into myself. Tuck it away from you. Give it all to me; I can take it and burn it into something new. An ironworker at the smithing table - I'll turn your pain into art, give it back to you in its renewed form so you can marvel in life's joys. Even if you take these gifts and leave, I'll keep you in my thoughts. Distance does not mean I won't carry your burdens. And, if someday you realize you are walking lighter - I'll have done my job.
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I am not built for nonchalance. I will care deeply, loudly, without limitations. I leave my ringer on at night - not in the hopes of a call, but in case I'm needed. I am the type to ask if you are doing okay a thousand times. The drop everything when someone calls. The dry my own tears to let yours flow. Drive all night - through storms - to keep you company. I'll stay on the call long after you have fallen asleep, checking for even breathing. I believe in the power of goodnight and good morning. In wishing for safety and wellness. I don't pray in the traditional sense. But I put prayer into people. Would fight tooth and nail against impossible odds to ensure love is poured into every fiber of your being. As if I alone have divine power to eradicate darkness. When someone has fought off darkness for so long, they see the signs in others. I see when it festers within you; maybe it's naive to think I alone can draw it out and into myself. Tuck it away from you. Give it all to me; I can take it and burn it into something new. An ironworker at the smithing table - I'll turn your pain into art, give it back to you in its renewed form so you can marvel in life's joys. Even if you take these gifts and leave, I'll keep you in my thoughts. Distance does not mean I won't carry your burdens. And, if someday you realize you are walking lighter - I'll have done my job.
Alone on the couch
Maddy Engels
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Alone on the couch.
Where are you?
I miss you.
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Alone on the couch.
Where are you?
I miss you.
Living with a man is peaceful / chaos
Julie Johnson
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Living with a man is peaceful
Chaos
There is stuff everywhere
His stuff
Our stuff
I know how it's going to smell
And if there's a chance I don't,
I smell it.
Smells like him
The good and the bad parts of him
It's so funny
How you can give up the idea of perfectionism
For a new perfectionism.
His socks are on the floor
On the couch
On the bed
Everywhere but the hamper.
It used to bother me -
It ruined my perfectionism.
Now,
It's a sign of love.
A sign of all the forms of intimacy you could imagine.
It's priceless.
It's perfect.
They're just socks.
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Living with a man is peaceful
Chaos
There is stuff everywhere
His stuff
Our stuff
I know how it's going to smell
And if there's a chance I don't,
I smell it.
Smells like him
The good and the bad parts of him
It's so funny
How you can give up the idea of perfectionism
For a new perfectionism.
His socks are on the floor
On the couch
On the bed
Everywhere but the hamper.
It used to bother me -
It ruined my perfectionism.
Now,
It's a sign of love.
A sign of all the forms of intimacy you could imagine.
It's priceless.
It's perfect.
They're just socks.
The dome on top of the mosque
Anonymous
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The dome on top of the mosque echoed only one prayer. Out of all the people in the mosque, only one person stood up and prayed loudly - no, it wasn't me. I believe that the pillow I cried in had heard more silent prayers than any mosque could've ever heard. Prayers suffocated in its cotton, wrapped by a pillow core, muffled between my cries, wet with tears.
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The dome on top of the mosque echoed only one prayer. Out of all the people in the mosque, only one person stood up and prayed loudly - no, it wasn't me. I believe that the pillow I cried in had heard more silent prayers than any mosque could've ever heard. Prayers suffocated in its cotton, wrapped by a pillow core, muffled between my cries, wet with tears.
Sometimes I feel so happy
Anonymous
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Sometimes I feel so happy and full of love that it is physically uncomfortable. There's a slight pressure behind my forehead and I feel a sort of buzz. It seems as if I can hear everything around me buzzing too although I'm sitting in a quiet room. Like the buzzing is coming from deep within my own ears and part of me feels like I need to throw up even though I'm not nauseous. In these moments I do not feel grounded. It's like I'm panicking trying to sort out where to put my attention because I'm all of a sudden filled with so much hope. I feel especially creative in these moments - more spiritual as well - but something about the sensation feels too intense and sort of not normal.
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Sometimes I feel so happy and full of love that it is physically uncomfortable. There's a slight pressure behind my forehead and I feel a sort of buzz. It seems as if I can hear everything around me buzzing too although I'm sitting in a quiet room. Like the buzzing is coming from deep within my own ears and part of me feels like I need to throw up even though I'm not nauseous. In these moments I do not feel grounded. It's like I'm panicking trying to sort out where to put my attention because I'm all of a sudden filled with so much hope. I feel especially creative in these moments - more spiritual as well - but something about the sensation feels too intense and sort of not normal.
I'm in love with this and that
Anonymous
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I'm in love with this and that.
A little bit of everything.
I'm in love with all or nothing.
The extremes and the all-consuming.
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I'm in love with this and that.
A little bit of everything.
I'm in love with all or nothing.
The extremes and the all-consuming.
How do you let someone go?
Rebecca Budrick
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How do you let someone go?
When they have filled such a hole
When they did - do? - make you feel something good
Does anyone always make you feel good?
Where do we go from here?
When we could be so much, mean so much
When we have never really tried us
Does my name cross your mind or only your screen?
How do fires dim?
When I bared my (unrequited, unwanted) feelings (too many, too much)
When I took your words for truth (silly girl)
Does maybe mean never to you?
Where do you go?
When you sit next to me - no space, miles away...
When you forget what I've just said
Does my body only register naked?
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How do you let someone go?
When they have filled such a hole
When they did - do? - make you feel something good
Does anyone always make you feel good?
Where do we go from here?
When we could be so much, mean so much
When we have never really tried us
Does my name cross your mind or only your screen?
How do fires dim?
When I bared my (unrequited, unwanted) feelings (too many, too much)
When I took your words for truth (silly girl)
Does maybe mean never to you?
Where do you go?
When you sit next to me - no space, miles away...
When you forget what I've just said
Does my body only register naked?
My father's heart is a wall
Anonymous
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my father's heart is a wall
he built it with his pride
he hammered it with fear
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my father's heart is a wall
he built it with his pride
he hammered it with fear
Late August
Anonymous
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Dearest August
You remind me of everything
that could have been but
never was
I water these perennials
knowing they'd be dead in a month
when the first frost kills them
There is something innate
about the changing seasons
that brings us closer to life - to mortality
to how oblivious we are of our journey
and how fast it all goes.
It's so sacred yet so expendable
How can we grasp something
so invisible - the passing of time?
It slows down just a bit
as I water the flowers
knowing they'll be dead in a month
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Dearest August
You remind me of everything
that could have been but
never was
I water these perennials
knowing they'd be dead in a month
when the first frost kills them
There is something innate
about the changing seasons
that brings us closer to life - to mortality
to how oblivious we are of our journey
and how fast it all goes.
It's so sacred yet so expendable
How can we grasp something
so invisible - the passing of time?
It slows down just a bit
as I water the flowers
knowing they'll be dead in a month
Holy fuck
Anonymous
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OMFG I NEED
TO GET ON MEDS
OR FIND GOD
HOLY FUCK
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OMFG I NEED
TO GET ON MEDS
OR FIND GOD
HOLY FUCK
He's just a man
Emily Petro
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I'm disappointed in Dexter now that he's cheated and stupidly fell for the woman seducing him.
Now I just see him as a man.
Not a tortured hero.
Not a depressed, traumatized killer doing the right thing.
He's just a man.
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I'm disappointed in Dexter now that he's cheated and stupidly fell for the woman seducing him.
Now I just see him as a man.
Not a tortured hero.
Not a depressed, traumatized killer doing the right thing.
He's just a man.
My soul came through
Jennifer Zufan
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My soul came through.
It feels as though I'm floating.
Very light the energy is.
It feels as though I am home.
There's nothing, no-thing to figure out in my mind about things - about anything.
Relinquishing this feeling is stepping into the Pure Land, the River, the Kingdom of God.
This is coming home.
This is what it feels like.
There's nothing to think about
only everything to be experienced.
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My soul came through.
It feels as though I'm floating.
Very light the energy is.
It feels as though I am home.
There's nothing, no-thing to figure out in my mind about things - about anything.
Relinquishing this feeling is stepping into the Pure Land, the River, the Kingdom of God.
This is coming home.
This is what it feels like.
There's nothing to think about
only everything to be experienced.
It's all a balance
Anonymous
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it's all a balance. if you want those stolen moments of intimacy, those deep touches of sensuality... then you have to be okay with pouring rain goodbyes on your porch followed by aching train rides. I don't regret any of it, and I know that he doesn't either. It stings to have it over so soon, so abruptly, but it's nothing I can't handle. These feelings won't last forever, and they're a good reminder, validation, that those times with [redacted] were Real. it was never meant to last through all these seasons and that's okay.
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it's all a balance. if you want those stolen moments of intimacy, those deep touches of sensuality... then you have to be okay with pouring rain goodbyes on your porch followed by aching train rides. I don't regret any of it, and I know that he doesn't either. It stings to have it over so soon, so abruptly, but it's nothing I can't handle. These feelings won't last forever, and they're a good reminder, validation, that those times with [redacted] were Real. it was never meant to last through all these seasons and that's okay.
I just need to create
Anonymous
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I don't actually like being inside. I enjoy the outdoors fully and completely. It is the way I feel the most connected to myself and my Heavenly Father. There is no stirring in the embrace of nature. I believe God designed our environment to show us his care. I think the way we trust our environment is how we revive that love.
I crave and need self-expression. It is not something I want to sacrifice to be acceptable or something I want to exploit to be impressive. Expressing my experience does not need to be a performance or something people to like.
I do not need to be a known and celebrated artist to be an artist. I just need to create. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in theory and analysis of my human condition, I want to express and evolve my human condition. I want to surrender and heal. I want to nurture and care, I want to love and connect.
Oh Lord allow me the grace to walk away from my phone, from my anxiety of being liked, of my doubt to even try. Allow me your grace to step into a life where the center is the celebration of your beauty. Amen.
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I don't actually like being inside. I enjoy the outdoors fully and completely. It is the way I feel the most connected to myself and my Heavenly Father. There is no stirring in the embrace of nature. I believe God designed our environment to show us his care. I think the way we trust our environment is how we revive that love.
I crave and need self-expression. It is not something I want to sacrifice to be acceptable or something I want to exploit to be impressive. Expressing my experience does not need to be a performance or something people to like.
I do not need to be a known and celebrated artist to be an artist. I just need to create. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in theory and analysis of my human condition, I want to express and evolve my human condition. I want to surrender and heal. I want to nurture and care, I want to love and connect.
Oh Lord allow me the grace to walk away from my phone, from my anxiety of being liked, of my doubt to even try. Allow me your grace to step into a life where the center is the celebration of your beauty. Amen.
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