Although thy hand and faith, and good works too,
Have seal'd thy love which nothing should undo,
Yea though thou fall back, that apostasy
Confirm thy love; yet much, much I fear thee.
Women are like the Arts, forc'd unto none,
Open to'all searchers, unpriz'd, if unknown.
If I have caught a bird, and let him fly,
Another fouler using these means, as I,
May catch the same bird; and, as these things be,
Women are made for men, not him, nor me.
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If my heart was in the palm of your hands
Would you throw it on the ground
Crush it into bits and pieces
Watch as something once full of love and warmth
Become fragments of longing and pain
Or would you hold it
Ever so gentle
Keep it safe and warm
And maybe give it a home
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The Minnesota Woodlands are sounding out]
Tranquil creeks and questions have perfect features
Then when you are listening very intensely
You can hear sounds of woodland creatures.
The crispness of leaves crunch beneath feet.
The fresh air has the birds winging.
This keeps one alert and with interest
Hearing the woodlands alive with their singing.
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I lie there rambling on about something that doesn’t matter anymore. I look up at my phone, I see the look in your eyes and the smile tugging at your lips. My heart flutters and I smile back, my face heating up and a slight pink blush appears on my cheeks. I stare into your eyes for a moment, getting lost in them for what seems like forever. I bury my face into my pillow, smiling as I let out flustered squeals. I loved the way you looked at me, the way you listened, the way you spoke to me. It made me feel special, and overjoyed. But then I woke up. I sit up in my bed cold, phone dead, window open and the wind blowing my curtains. I wrap my blanket around me, and I hug my blanket to my chest. I rest my face on my knees and sniffle.
Continue readingEverything happens for a reason. I feel so horrible because it will make feeling good that much better. I’ll appreciate it. I promise I will. Please tell me it’ll be worth it. Please tell me to keep holding on. Tell me that life will stop hitting me in the face at some point. Tell me I’ll be happy, so happy. Tell me I’ll smile like I used to. Tell me everything will be better than okay.
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Pick up your oar, sweet -
And row with me forthwith
Away from the huddled reeds;
Away - away, my intrepid!
The canyon rim keeps us
And also the foot of time
And sufficient tenderness
To carry us on wave and whim.
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The night drapes itself across your shoulders,
velvet-dark, soft as a secret.
Your gaze,an eclipse I never survive,
pulling me into the gravity of your quiet fire.
We don’t speak; our silence is fluent.
The air hums, thick with almost.
Every glance a slow ignition,
every breath, a story half-told.
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The room hums with dusk,
light spilling like liquid gold across your skin,
the kind of glow that painters chase and never catch.
You turn, slow, like the world forgot its spin,
and for a heartbeat, even time holds its breath.
Your shadow dances on the wall,
a ghost of the moment we’ve become.
Outside, the city exhales in silver tones,
but here, silence has its own language,
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True love,
I think it's scary.
True love is true.
It's not easy to hide.
It's beautiful.
It's wanted.
It's given.
It's large.
It's like laying in a field of green grasses
and colourful flowers,
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A collision of hearts,
two strangers pulled
by gravity older than names.
The air bends between them,
a silent spark,
a recognition without reason.
Time falters,
and in that pause,
the world learns
a new kind of beginning.
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