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  • wordlings 5w

    It is tragic
    To have a heart that feels
    In a human world
    That kills humanity.



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  • wordlings 12w

    Tu me manques

    To my special one,
    Lately, all I have been is missing you. All day, everyday. There are times when I miss you so much that it annoys every cell inside me. I talk to you everyday from miles away and I want to tell you exactly how much I miss you but I've failed at expressing just the right amount of 'miss' in 'I miss you'. Every time you ask me how much I love you , I want you to know that my love for you alone, will surpass the love this world has ever known. Yet, you say ' I love you more' . You don't even know how much I love you. It's a lot. Even I didn't know I could love someone so much. Sometimes you annoy me but it only makes me love you more. Because, you're so cute. Yes you're cuter than me and to me you always will be. Period.
    And, with you is the only time my agony trusts me when I say it's going to be okay no matter what. My heart has never known a peace like the one that comes from just being with you. I know forever is a lot to ask. But, don't ever stop loving me? Please? Okay ??



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  • wordlings 12w

    We lost ourselves fighting the tragedy of what Is and what could be.
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    We lost,
    Most of what is authentic
    And pure heart,
    Interfered, when people
    To intensify what already is art.



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  • wordlings 12w

    Wrote this while listening to "let it go by James Bay".

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    Wind ò wind
    Come carry my sin
    On a distant cloud
    Bury it in
    My agony and pain
    Take it along
    Watch it melt
    Into rainbow and song.



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  • wordlings 14w

    Perfect for days when I have a writers block and everything inside me is wanting me to write.
    #anaphora #writersblock
    Tysm @writersnetwork ��

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    "A night's time"

    Give me your time ò night,
    The storms are raging inside,
    a poem of some sort,
    I need to write.

    Give me your time ò night
    Tis fluid , this mind of mine,
    A poem of some sort,
    I need to write.

    Give me your time ò night ,
    Before claims me, this abstract absurbness,
    A poem of some sort,
    I need to write.



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  • wordlings 14w

    Of Any sought
    It might,
    I rummage experiences,
    To write.



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  • wordlings 14w

    Is it not okay if a writer, cannot express his mind?
    Is it not okay If a poet, forgets some rhymes?



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  • wordlings 14w

    Routine is a cage.
    It's so liberating to not have a plan.
    I feel like I can do whatever I want.



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  • wordlings 14w

    Ty @miraquill for editor's choice.
    #wod

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    Writing is a binocular lens
    To view the world
    To comprehend the unspoken.



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  • wordlings 14w

    "A poetry of heart and soul"

    Scoop a pound of thoughts and half an ounce of emotion from the soul,
    add in melted metaphors to you hearts desire and wisk until consistency is close to Words.
    Once the mind doesn't seem ineffable,
    Paper it in ink and garnish with rhymes.



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