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If I was to choose I would fall for you again. Coz you complete me In a way I can't describe.. For more poems join our channel
Good morning to a soul so bright,
A spark that turns the dark to light,
Gloom to glee, pure and free.
The morning breeze may whisper low,
But your laughter is the sweetest glow.
May sunshine dance upon your face,
And fill your day with warmth and grace.
So rise and shine, embrace the day,
Chase your dreams in your own way.
May this day be kind to you,
With clear skies, intentions true.
And when a smile graces your face,
Know someone dreams of your embrace.
-Modern Romeo.
https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/03/13/good-morning/
The Orcharder and ...
To fro— their forearms swirl us close.
Sloshy gills, their silk digits—
rinses as I breathe the cold water-slush.
Slice and dice,
Then I smack my spice to your smelling nerve.
Would you bring me closer?...
So I see you.
That trace fossil of pink itched lips,
flaky pave of the frozen meadow's graze
Perhaps a remark of garden's grace or season's maze.
Yes,
I can feel their warm breath.
Air that blended amongst starlights to every leaf's lush
then symphonized florid to voice a rosy gleam
and to surf their dark Navy.
Might I be finished or feel their soothing core,
I could relish their hard or strenuous endure.
Yet I endear the way their hands greet me;
"Hello, good Apple"
#Orcharder_s_Love
#Beneficiary_s_empathy :)
#intimacy_of_simplicity
Be Shawl or Shadow
Wrap me warm in your silk,
Would be a moment to cherish
Perhaps shall be wounded or thawed.
The shawl's frenzy thread,
Entangles my neck and head
For warmth or for death—
Anchored by me, to steer free,
Must seize for warmth's triumph
A shawl wreath on this.
Rather be an assistance of light,
Behind this, under the flight of life
But not to miss when required,
Or will you just dissolve with the dusk?
Would I find thou in the twilights?
Perhaps a void devotion of night
I would never cease to gaze and freeze,
Always staying with his breeze.
#Thy_devotee
#frail_warmth
I hope it's not about getting there whole, because I know I'm missing a lot of my pieces.
I hope it's not about the colors, too, because I only got my shades of blue.
When they say there's a place in this universe only meant for us,
I really hope it's not based on beauty.
Because I'm covered in scars and traumas, rejections and tears.
But, no, I'm never giving up.
I won't turn my back and walk away.
I'll keep walking and ignore the pain of the blisters on my feet, wishing along the way that somehow, when I get there, all the little things that keep me awake at night just disappear.
I really hope with all my heart that it will be worth it.
~Jun Mark Patilan
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LADIES, PLEASE PAY ATTENTION!!!
Men have two main reasons for being with women: SEX and LOVE. However, when it comes to marriage, most men don’t marry for either of those reasons. They marry for STABILITY.
Here’s what I mean:
A man can love you and not marry you. He can have sex with you for years without marrying you. But once he finds someone who brings stability into his life, he will marry her.
By "stability," I mean "Peace of Mind." I've heard men say, "I love this woman, but I don’t think I can spend my life with her." When men think about marriage, they don’t focus on things like wedding dresses or bridesmaids, like many women do. Instead, they think, “Can this woman build a home with me? Can she take care of our kids and me? Will she bring me peace and comfort?”
Men want peace. They don’t like women who cause them stress. That’s why a man might stay with one woman for years but marry another one after only a short time.
For men, it’s not just about sex or love. It’s about RESPECT, because that brings STABILITY.
The Soul of My land
If my country was a sound,
It'd be the call to prayer at dawn,
The laughter of children playing.
It’d be the hum of a bustling market
And trade,
And the echo of footsteps on streets
where history was made.
If my country was a light,
it'd be the flame of a lantern.
It’d be the golden rays
On al-Quds stones,
where every exile finds home.
If my country was a taste,
It'd be za'atar on warm bread,
The sweetness of dates.
it’d be the salt of the Dead Sea,
And sweet figs from our ancient tree.
It’d carry the tang of olives,
The richness of oil,
The flavors of a land nurtured through love and toil.
If my country was a scent,
It'd be jasmine,
Or the smoky scent of oud.
It’d be the fertile soil,
Watered by tears and rain,
And the fragrance of hope,
Rising again enduring through pain.
My Love, My Baby, My Valentine
Baby, you're the peanut butter to my jelly,
The Netflix to my late-night snack,
Without you, my heart’s on pause
But with you? We're on a full-season binge, no going back.
You’ve got me wrapped around your finger,
Like a love song on repeat,
You’re the sugar to my coffee,
Without you, I'm incomplete.
I tried to write you a poem,
But ended up drawing hearts instead
Not because I can't rhyme,
But 'cause you’ve already stolen my head!
You’re my sunshine on cloudy days,
My reason to smile even when I’m yawning,
And you’re the one who makes my heart race
In the best way, not like I’m running!
So here’s to us
To laughter, to love, to all we share,
To you, my Valentine
Who’s totally, 100% unfair...
At how adorable and perfect you are,
But I guess that’s just one of your charms
"Happy Valentine’s Day, [Cousin’s Name]! ❤️ Family isn’t just about blood—it’s about love, laughter, and the special bond we share. I’m so grateful to have you in my life as not just my cousin, but also my friend. Wishing you a day filled with happiness, love, and all the joy you bring to others. You deserve the best today and always! 💕"
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"Happy Valentine’s Day, Crushie! ❤️ I couldn’t let this day pass without reminding you just how special you are. From your beautiful smile to the way you brighten up every moment, you make life a little sweeter. If today needed a reason to be extra special, well—you’re it. Hope your day is filled with love, happiness, and maybe even a little thought of me. 😉💘"
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"Happy Valentine’s Day, Crushie! ❤️ I couldn’t let this day pass without reminding you just how amazing you are. There’s just something about you—your smile, your energy, the way you make everything feel effortlessly special. Honestly, Valentine’s Day wouldn’t mind having you as its official ambassador. 😉 I hope today brings you as much joy and warmth as you bring to the people around you… and maybe, just maybe, a little thought of me too. 💘"
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"Happy Valentine’s Day, Bess! ❤️ You are truly one of a kind—my rock, my safe space, and my forever friend. Life wouldn’t be the same without your kindness, laughter, and all the little ways you make things better. I’m beyond grateful for you, and I hope today brings you as much love and happiness as you give to everyone around you. Love you always! 💕"
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"Happy Valentine’s Day, Bess! ❤️ You’re not just my friend; you’re family, my constant source of laughter, love, and good vibes. I appreciate you more than words can say, and I’m so lucky to have you in my life. May today bring you as much joy and love as you bring to everyone around you. Love you loads! 💕"
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Dreams in Drive, trust in check.
Trust yourself first, because even shadows disappear when it gets dark.
I need to trust myself first, before I trust the rest,
'Cause if I hand out trust like fliers, I might just fail the test.
I got dreams so tall, they touch the sky,
But I keep a few in the parking lot, just in case dreams go dry.
See, life’s a matatu ride, bumpy, full of drama,
One day you’re VIP, next, you’re squeezed with someone’s grandma.
I tried trusting people, even lent them my last coin,
Next thing I knew, I was broke, eating air like it’s sirloin.
So now I keep my wins low-key, no loud parades,
'Cause even Moses parted the sea but still got betrayed.
I want a house, a car, my name on billboards bright,
But wisdom tells me: "Chill bro, don’t burn out your light."
Ever shared a business plan? Folks laughed, called it fake,
Now they text, "Bro, you winning! Lend me something for tea break?"
I smile, sip my tea, no sugar, just vibes,
'Cause I keep my moves like a boda guy quick and wise.
So yeah, I trust myself first, my instincts never lie,
I park my biggest goals till I’m ready to fly.
And when I do, oh when I do
I’ll honk twice at the doubters, and zoom past ‘em too!
You Are My Light
You are the sun when skies are gray,
A gentle breeze that sweeps my way.
A spark of joy, so wild and free,
The sweetest love, my heart’s decree.
With every laugh, my world feels new,
A melody so soft, so true.
No storm can shake what we have grown,
For in my soul, you're home, you're known.
So walk with strength, shine bold and bright,
You are my love, my heart’s delight.
When the night descends,
the mask begins to slip.
The role I master in daylight,
at night, laughs at my script.
I claim to be unshaken,
shouting it through the day,
but in this hollow silence,
I fold like paper, lost to the night.
I boast;
Nothing matters anymore.
Yet on these towering walls,
that old clock with every tick,
hurls my past at my face like a blow.
The face that once ruled the mirrors,
now stares back with hollowed eyes.
The sun let me hide behind veils of pride,
but darkness strips me of my disguise.
When the night descends,
the mask begins to slip.
The role I master in daylight,
at night, laughs at my script.
I claim to be unshaken,
shouting it through the day,
but in this hollow silence,
I fold like paper, lost to the night.
I boast;
Nothing matters anymore.
Yet on these towering walls,
that old clock with every tick,
hurls my past at my face like a blow.
The face that once ruled the mirrors,
now stares back with hollowed eyes.
The sun let me hide behind veils of pride,
but darkness strips me of my disguise.
Last night, I closed my eyes, but my brain clocked in for overtime.
It sat at the desk of my skull, shuffling memories of you
Replaying your laughter like a late-night DJ with no sense of mercy.
I whispered, "Sleep, please," but my heart? Oh no
It was out here writing love letters to the ceiling.
I tossed. I turned. I even had a TED Talk with my pillow.
"Listen, bro, we gotta sleep."
But my pillow just sighed, all fluffed up with your scent,
Whispering back, "Man, just text her already."
So there I was, 3 AM, drafting romantic paragraphs in my head,
Paragraphs that you’ll never read because I fell asleep mid-thought
Only to wake up with one sock missing, a dry throat, and a dream
where you were feeding me cake... but right before the first bite,
my alarm clock said, "Nah fam, time to wake up."
And now, here I am, half-human, half-zombie,
Running on coffee and the energy of your last "I miss you."
So if I yawn while staring at you today, don’t be mad
I’m just sleep-deprived... because loving you is a full-time job.
And I’m working overtime.
Will it heal you
if I apologize,
for the scars
I never gave.
- Priyanka Metha
No—
this will break me
Into halves.
Of a million pieces,
Of my heart struggling
to make me feel alive.
Not because I blamed you…
but because I let you believe
you were the reason for my pain.
When the truth is—
I was always at war with myself.
The scars I carry
belong to my past,
not your future.
But I let them touch you.
I let them shape the way I loved you—
like arms that wanted to hold,
but only knew how to break.
You were my everything.
And yet, little do you know—
I carved these wounds myself,
then placed them in your hands
as if you were the one who cut me.
I never meant to hurt you.
But pain is all I’ve ever known.
I was never enough for you,
but somehow,
I was too much for myself.
Trapped between who I was
and who I swore I’d never be.
Drowning in the past,
suffocating a future I don’t deserve.
And if I whisper,
"I’m not enough..."
Will you leave me?
Please do.
Not because I don’t love you.
But because I do—
too much,
too wrong,
too destructively.
Because I am carving scars into tomorrow,
and tomorrow is you,
my love.
And in the end—
you will only bleed for one…
but I?
I will bleed for two.
For myself,
and for you.
For the wounds I carry,
and the ones I left on you.
For the past that still haunts me,
and the future I will never hold.
For the love that tried to save me,
and the love I made suffer.
I will bleed—
until my past has had its fill,
until my sins have been paid in full,
until I have given back every piece of you I stole.
And when there is nothing left of me,
maybe then—
you will finally heal.
- Achu B
The Academia Of 24 Hours
The Internet is a marvelous place.
You can almost find everything you are looking
for there.
Sometimes I google my name to see what I find.
Facebook used to be for college kids.
Mark, you are a genius.
Everyone's dancing on TickTok.
And the intellects are at on Twitter.
My dog has an eating disorder.
I have an eating disorder,
I wonder where my dog got it from.
I wrote two novels using my phone.
The times are changing.
YouTube is a godsend when you cannot sleep.
Is organic food really organic? Who knows?
I have dreams with my brother too often.
I like to think it is him entering my consciousness
just to make me laugh.
Getting old sucks.
Watching people you love get old sucks even more.
I hope you have a nice day.
I hope today someone tells
you how important you are.
You are important.
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I don't want to.
I don't want to go to the places we've been before. I don't want to listen to those songs. I don't want to miss your hugs and kisses. I don't want to remember how you make me laugh. I don't want to miss your silly face anymore. I don't want to miss anything about you. I don't want to remember the little things about you anymore. I don't want to look at our pictures anymore. I don't want to miss our memories again. I don't want to cry again for missing you. I don't want to feel the pain anymore. I don't want to remember how good you make me feel and how loud you make me laugh. I don't want to remember how your face can make me the happiest person in the world. I don't want to make you cry again. I don't want to hurt you again. I don't want you to hurt me again. I don't want us to keep hurting each other. I don't want you to say that you miss me. I don't want to say that I miss you. I don't want to feel this pain again. I don't want to fall in love with you again. I am afraid. I don't want to.
There is something so sweet
About the way your voice sounds
Early in the morning.
It reminds me of a time
When I believed that happiness
Was unreachable.
But here I am,
Astonished by the way
You make me feel.
~Amaze
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You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore
Oh, you wanna cross the ocean? That’s real cute.
But you’re standing here in brand-new boots.
Checking the waves like they owe you a sign,
Like the sea’s gonna text, “Yo, now’s the time!”
You hold that rope like it’s your last meal,
Talking ‘bout “safety” and “how you feel.”
“My boat’s not ready, the sky looks mean,
And what if the water gets in my jeans?”
Oh, please.
The fish are laughing, the crabs just sigh,
Even the seagulls are side-eyeing why.
The tide rolls in, the tide rolls out,
While you stand there drowning in doubt.
Look, the shore ain’t that special, my friend,
It’s where dreams stall, and comfort pretends.
The ocean’s wild, the storms might scream,
But that’s where you’ll find your grandest dream.
So cut the rope, let go, set sail,
Even if your boat’s just a rusty pail.
You’ll never know what’s past that blue,
Till the shore’s just a dot... in your rearview.
"Happy Valentine’s Day, Crushie! ❤️ Today felt like the perfect excuse to remind you just how amazing you are. You light up every moment with your smile, and honestly, I wouldn’t mind spending every Valentine’s Day with you. Hope your day is as special (and as stunning) as you are! 😉💘"
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"Happy Valentine’s Day, Crushie! ❤️ Every day, you have this effortless way of making life brighter, but today feels like the perfect moment to remind you just how special you are. Your smile, your energy, and the way you carry yourself—it’s all just wow. I hope your day is filled with love, laughter, and maybe even a little thought of me. 😉💘 Just saying… you’d make this day (and every day) even better."
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"Happy Valentine’s Day, Bess! ❤️ You are an absolute gem, and I’m so lucky to have you in my life. Your kindness, laughter, and pure heart make every moment brighter. Thank you for being the amazing person you are—my confidant, my cheerleader, and my forever friend. I hope today brings you endless joy, love, and all the happiness you deserve. Love you always! 💕"
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"Happy Valentine’s Day, Bess! ❤️ Today isn’t just about romance—it’s about celebrating love in all its forms, and I’m so grateful for the friendship we share. You bring so much joy, laughter, and light into my life. Wishing you a day filled with happiness, love, and all the sweet things you deserve!"
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you'll stop hurting. believe me. you'll stop hurting the day you fall in love with someone who has the same meaning of love as you.
- you'll stop hurting.
Eyes-truth and perception
I've tried to dissect my existence in search of answers.
What lures a man into madness? What binds one to sanity?
What is love? What leads to disdain?
Why do we see something disturbing in everything?
The more I see the more I feel lost-
It feels like a blessing to look deeply into things, yet it’s a curse.
After all, perception, once unbridled continues to lead.
It weighs upon the soul, seeps into the blood, and unfolds like this:
He loved me—poured poison into a silver chalice.
She cared—to erase the guilt from her ribs.
They understood me—begged me to silence my mind.
He swore eternity—he was just a whisper devoured by the zephyr.
Oblivion, sometimes, is a mercy, but self-oblivion is a slow descent into the abyss.
If I love myself as I claim, why do I choke on my own breath?
What defines the cadence of carnage that haunts me in sleep?
Who will answer all these questions?
"Why can't you just settle for the pills your therapist suggested?"
Be a stacked pile of pills, forced to be happy?
It offers sanity, which I don’t really crave.
It makes me feel more empty than fine.
What if all I want is to go back to my childhood,
Feel safe in my father’s arms just once, at least?
Maybe I could carve myself differently
Less insane and more humanly.
What if all I want is to go back into my mother’s womb,
Choke on my umbilical cord or drown in amniotic fluid?
Maybe I can restart not as fractured being but a complete one.
Come on, take me back
to the time it was called
the good old days, not
because it was actually
good but because it was simple.
Maybe that's what makes it good.
~Myra