Mirakee
I'm so glad I heard from you
Even if only but for a moment in time
A tiny vapor
Drifting away in the breeze
We didn't realize it would surely be forever
What was left unsaid
Or that it would be the last time
We would ever speak
I would have poured out more words
I would have said more meaningful things
Tried to calm the storm within your soul
I wouldn't have been so busy
But we didn't know
We didn't know
Here today gone tomorrow
Another candle flame
Disappeared into the night
This world lost yet another bright light
I'll forever remember you brother
©arenegaines
arenegaines
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Bleeding heart. Poet. An entire constellation resides within my soul. I can no longer keep it trapped within the cage that holds my heart captive.
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arenegaines
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arenegaines
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I'd have liked to have told you goodbye
But the truth is
We never would have ever said it
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arenegaines
45w
You never ceased to surprise and amaze me
No one has loved me as you once did
I'm not sure anyone ever will
Late summer lake nights
Fire
Chicken cacciatore
You always seem to look at me
Like I was the most beautiful
And dangerous person
You'd ever seen or met
We were a different kind of magic
You and I
When I cried
You held me like it was the last time you'd ever hold me
And then one night it was
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arenegaines
48w
Did you think
Even if just for a moment
In time
Through space
That you could simply
Just pick her back up
Right where you left her
Like your favorite book
That you could dust off her jacket
And smell her pages
Relishing in how she is home
To your soul
The only true place
That ever mattered
You could climb in between her covers
Sheets and sheets of
Earmarked pages
Where you'd die to get lost
Longing to trace the lines of her palms
Like words long forgotten
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arenegaines
48w
Maybe perfection isn't in you
The world doesn't always
Seem as it is
Or maybe it is just as it seems
But we twist it
Into what we wish it to be
We play these games for keeps
But we're playing with plastic pieces
Play money
Paper hearts
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arenegaines
50w
There are some things you don't come back from
Some things that you do not survive
I have lived
Yet I too have died
Spoken Words can not be erased
Expressions you can taste
Echoing through your mind
Bittersweet reflections
Time after time
Stronger now
Than then
Tongues of vipers
Venomous bites
Slaying at any given whim
Stained glass broken
Sharp shards
Dissecting your pieces
That you left behind
It is a dangerous place
Inside your mind...
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arenegaines
51w
In your gentle sleepy slumber
You search for me
And although I lay awake
Sleepless
I let you tuck me in to you
Falling victim
To your breathing
The rhythm
Breathing in
Breathing out
Deep
Heavy
Yet weightless
Love
Encompasses my heart
And sets my soul at ease
Of all the weariness
Life often brings
And in your arms
I drift off to dreams.
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arenegaines
52w
Write me letters
Sing me songs
Hold me close
Open doors
Drive me home
Hang onto to every word
I pour out before you
Breathe into me
Your life
Tary not
Before I push
Pull me close
Dont let go
I'd like to paint your soul
With my colors
I promise
Even if it all
Comes to an end
Tomorrow
You won't soon forget
Color me your wild
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arenegaines
52w
In life we appear to have freedom
Yet we are caged.
In death we appear to be held captive
Yet only then are we truly free.
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arenegaines
52w
Sadness is heavy so heavy. Sometimes it's hard to tell yourself apart from it. Tears threaten to overcome you like a tsunami overtakes lands. Emotions thunder through us like seasons. You know? Seasons overturning. Sadness is like winter. Shaking the leaves off. Goodbyes. Teaching teaching to let go. Taking away. Then spring breezes in. Crisp. Fresh. Singing. Perhaps the sadness we carry will grow into something new. Finding beauty in the healing. Healing. Barefoot green grass days are yet to come. I long to run. Then summer saunters in. Hot and steamy. Water. Sweat. Swimming and diving. Deep. Sadness is under the surface. Always waiting to pull down with the undertow. The flow. Yet summer nights. Oh Summer nights light up darkness on the Deck. Watching your face in the candle glow. Gimme all the summer nights before I fall. Watching leaves fall into the sadness. Puddles that fill my mind from time to time.
©arenegaines
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there is this kind
of finish line,
where we take
the last few steps
slow.
©ariachez
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sharmilajuliet
135w
Lonely
Being lonely and feeling lonely is two different things.
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iwrotethatforyou
135w
Read More"You and I have been here before"
-my gita, Devdutt Pattanaik
Inspired by My Gita. It's goood, have a read :)Sometimes we feel so suffocated by our own thoughts that even the soul trapped inside tries to escape this mortal flesh.
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whitewings
136w
Read MoreA weekday noon
and I'm missing you.
Sipping my coffee
I can feel the bitter cocoa beans.
The start of the week,
the same mundane.
People chattering around,
speaking things they don't mean.
Feet rushing in the crowd.
Vehicles honking.
The world seems to be rushing past me.
I try to rub you off my glasses.
You've been sitting there like a scratch.
Blurring my vision,
tainting everything.
I hate the way I miss you.
Like I have nothing else to do.
Files, documents, parties, conversations...
You don't spare me anywhere.
Get off my head.
I'm trying to move ahead.
Why do I miss you the way I do.
I ask myself every night.
And keep banging my head on the pillow,
until I succumb to the memories
running in a loop on my mind.
©whitewingsI hate the way I miss you.
Like I have nothing else to do.
©whitewings
