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129. “what does mine translate to?”. One of the most painful things I had to hear was “you are enough ...
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129. “what does mine translate to?”. One of the most painful things I had to hear was “you are enough for someone else; someone who’ll embrace every part but for me and you- I wouldn’t want your hopes up” which basically translates to, “I don’t want you to leave but I have no intention of calling ... 129. “what does mine translate to?”. One of the most painful things I had to hear was “you are enough for someone else; someone who’ll embrace every part but for me and you- I wouldn’t want your hopes up”
which basically translates to, “I don’t want you to leave but I have no intention of calling you mine.” #love #poetry #prose #europa #confessions #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #spilledink #roses #sunsets #mine #translations #pain #shadow #silhouettes
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128. “Yakap”. . . . Ikaw ang dahilan. Handa na ako maghintay. Pipilitin ko na lang intindihin; ...
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128. “Yakap”. . . . Ikaw ang dahilan. Handa na ako maghintay. Pipilitin ko na lang intindihin; wag ka muna bumitaw, kahit alam ko mali, kahit tayo ay puro kunwari. . . *photo not mine #poetry #poem #prose #poetryofinstagram #tagalog #poetrycommunity #jae #j #yakap #tula #ikaw ... 128. “Yakap”.
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Ikaw ang dahilan.
Handa na ako maghintay.
Pipilitin ko na lang intindihin;
wag ka muna bumitaw,
kahit alam ko mali,
kahit tayo ay puro kunwari. .
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*photo not mine
#poetry #poem #prose #poetryofinstagram #tagalog #poetrycommunity #jae #j #yakap #tula #ikaw #nights #thoughts #monday
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126. “Grasp”. . . The subtle weight of gravity sure has a way of keeping me down on my knees praying ...
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126. “Grasp”. . . The subtle weight of gravity sure has a way of keeping me down on my knees praying for some kind of peace. You can’t help it if your mind has changed, go ahead and let me in one day I’ll grasp the meaning. Kindly hold onto the cold parts, the same set of curious eyes know ... 126. “Grasp”. .
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The subtle weight of gravity
sure has a way of keeping me
down on my knees
praying for some kind of peace.
You can’t help it if your mind has changed,
go ahead and let me in
one day I’ll grasp the meaning.

Kindly hold onto the cold parts,
the same set of curious eyes know when to close so they won’t see what you don’t feel when you’re holding onto me.
Hope turns off the lights, I’m accustomed to anticipate disappointment,
torn at the thought that this heart isn’t enough to be held with the same intensity,
but let’s find the silver lining.

It must be nice, on your part,
having someone who lets you break them twice.

#poetry #poem #love #selflove #prose #pieces #break #poetrycommunity #confessions #thoughts #mornings #saturdays #poetryofinstagram #spilledink #jae #j #photography #grasp
photo (c) Maria Brusalinschi
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127. “What is friendship? Asking for a friend.” Heavy on the shoulders but full of warmth when life ...
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127. “What is friendship? Asking for a friend.” Heavy on the shoulders but full of warmth when life grows cold. The thing is, you cannot run through a forrest without stepping on its leaves. Mistakes are bound to be made. I find myself in moments of solitude with you, some times more hell-bent ... 127. “What is friendship? Asking for a friend.” Heavy on the shoulders but full of warmth when life grows cold. The thing is, you cannot run through a forrest without stepping on its leaves. Mistakes are bound to be made. I find myself in moments of solitude with you, some times more hell-bent like and others, slow, steady breaths and steady comfort. This is the puzzle we have tangled ourselves in. Sort of like a home you often leave but go back to for comfort. What I had thought of as uninviting, and disheartening now holds us in place, like a girl scout’s knot. I normally tire easily, my patience like quicksand but I came to find that standing in long lines are not so bad when shared with you. In the end, the sound of your heart is a masterpiece; I would do anything to keep you safe.
#poetry #poem #prose #poetrycommunity #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #love #confessions #jae #j #spilledink #night #thoughts #written #tuesday #safe #friendship #home #keepyousafe #comfort #hell #fights #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram
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126.”What is pain amplified?” . . Please tell me the truth because I cannot bare another lie. ...
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126.”What is pain amplified?” . . Please tell me the truth because I cannot bare another lie. I wish I was incapable of dying so that I could undergo the most grotesque forms of love. The kind that seeps the kindness out like grey clouds crying or a heart that decides to stop fighting as the ... 126.”What is pain amplified?”
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Please tell me the truth because I cannot bare another lie. I wish I was incapable of dying so that I could undergo the most grotesque forms of love. The kind that seeps the kindness out like grey clouds crying or a heart that decides to stop fighting as the monitor suddenly shifts to a straight line. Tell me, what am I here for? Bleeding out with my soul bared and you asking for forgiveness for having disappointed it again. But it’s okay. All is as it should be. I am slowly easing to this role of wanting to die too early in life and wanting you realize how you must feel everything without limitations. I am going to rest my head upon a bottle of pills I will force myself to swallow. Eventually. What is the sound of pain amplified? Listen to my heart beat, maybe the pills I pop comes in a form of a drug to combat the sorrow. .
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#poetrycommunity #poetry #poems #prose #spilledink #latenight #thoughts #confessions #jae #j #life #poetryofinstagram #writer #written #saturday #pain #mentalhealth #love #sorrow #cebu #rain #landscape #landscapephotography #death #numb #sorrow #cebu
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126. “Hollow.” . . . Funny when you’re just about to forget things, they seep into the cracks ...
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126. “Hollow.” . . . Funny when you’re just about to forget things, they seep into the cracks making you remember. Now we’re back to where we started; fooling ourselves. Regardless if all you do is enough, it never gets easier. Falling in line but never making it to the front, do they ever ... 126. “Hollow.”
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Funny when you’re just about to forget things, they seep into the cracks making you remember. Now we’re back to where we started; fooling ourselves. Regardless if all you do is enough, it never gets easier. Falling in line but never making it to the front, do they ever wonder what frustration feels like on your end? You wait to apologize for feeling- convinced that if you’re hollow inside it’ll be easier so naturally you welcome your heart being ripped out.
You’d never say that everything inside of you is living between their heartbeats, because they wouldn’t understand what you meant by that. You do however say that acceptance in yourself coming in second is of paramount importance. You learn to avoid showing weakness so in place of tears you count how many breaths it’ll take until you calm down. You’re used to this pain by now. .
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#prose #poetry #poem #friday #afternoon #confessions #jae #j #frustrations #guilt #life #choices #moon #conversations #wiresculpture #GavinWorth #poetryofinstagram #spilledink #poetrycommunity #unrequitedlove #pain #love #friday #mood #poetryslam
Wire Sculpture by: Gavin Worth
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125. “What are you feeling today?”. . . The whole point of it is to put someone’s needs before your ...
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125. “What are you feeling today?”. . . The whole point of it is to put someone’s needs before your own. It’s accepting that sometimes the chances of disappointment are greater than that of joy. Truth is, it won’t get any better, feeling everything or nothing doesn’t get bearable over time ... 125. “What are you feeling today?”. .
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The whole point of it is to put someone’s needs before your own. It’s accepting that sometimes the chances of disappointment are greater than that of joy. Truth is, it won’t get any better, feeling everything or nothing doesn’t get bearable over time but the numbing? At least the numbing makes a person believe they can live through it. .
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#prose #poetry #poetryofinstagram #hands #life #written #night #thoughts #Thursday #spilledink #jae #j #death #reasons #confessions #pain **Photo not mine
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124. “Parallel Lines.” . . I won’t say this out loud. I would rather write poem after poem with ...
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124. “Parallel Lines.” . . I won’t say this out loud. I would rather write poem after poem with pieces of you strewn between the lines, creating a shadow over every metaphor like an unmistakable lie. (At least you won’t understand it outright.) “What is it? What’s wrong?” I remember you ... 124. “Parallel Lines.” .
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I won’t say this out loud. I would rather write poem after poem with pieces of you strewn between the lines, creating a shadow over every metaphor like an unmistakable lie. (At least you won’t understand it outright.) “What is it? What’s wrong?” I remember you asked. I forced myself to blink back what was threatening to spill from my waterline. I count down from 10 to remind myself pain is only temporary, it can learn to numb itself.

I think that’s the dangerous part everyone warns everyone about.
I look at the confrontation of adversary politics between us. There’s a controversy that wonders which counts more and which less. Up to what extent is it okay to adjust? I must adjust as parallel lines around you.

I feel the tiredness of my bones engulfing me. Like how sleep is welcomed by heavy eyelids after long days of existence. Maybe my body is reminding me that it also gets tired of the constant work in having to keep in mind where I stand.
I used to think that the more you hide, the less chance anyone has to break you, I suppose I spoke too soon. I think it comes down to you seeing me for what I am; my sad pair of eyes frightened by any reflection that hints of vulnerability or the ability to break.
You saw my heart bare, and I wonder if that is enough to convince you that it is okay for me to hurt if it means your soul lights up even more-so with her.
Your happiness is priority.
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#prose #poetry #love #friendship #confessions #thoughts #coffeeconversations #wednesday #morning #spilledink #poetryofinstagram #poetrycommunity #jae #j #poems #soul #her #parallellines **Photo not mine
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This week-long break is really just a test of how much food I can eat in my spare time.
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This week-long break is really just a test of how much food I can eat in my spare time. This week-long break is really just a test of how much food I can eat in my spare time.
‪123.” Seasons: featuring you”‬ ‪.‬ ‪.‬ ‪.‬ ‪The wooden headboard doesn’t feel as cold like ...
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‪123.” Seasons: featuring you”‬ ‪.‬ ‪.‬ ‪.‬ ‪The wooden headboard doesn’t feel as cold like the blankets pooled at my feet or the emptiness of the space next to me. ‬ ‪I pour myself a glass of wine and stare at its vivid color- wondering if your night is just as vivid it.‬ ‪A part of me wishes ... ‪123.” Seasons: featuring you”‬
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‪.‬ ‪The wooden headboard doesn’t feel as cold like the blankets pooled at my feet or the emptiness of the space next to me. ‬
‪I pour myself a glass of wine and stare at its vivid color- wondering if your night is just as vivid it.‬ ‪A part of me wishes to be selfish but her name reminds me that I have no right to feel that way. After a few sips your words form out of memory, “I know you’re hurting,” you said. I remember how hearing you acknowledge my pain felt worse by the second. The response sank at the pit of my stomach and it felt as though I was made to swallow stones.‬ ‪It’s approaching summer now, but the days are sometimes sprinkled with rain. There are only two seasons on this side of the world. ‬ ‪Nights like these feel as though fall has greeted my bones and winter has wrapped its stoic hands around my throat reminding me that I can’t fall asleep on time. I wonder if pain changes with the seasons.‬ ‪My hands curl tightly around anything sharp enough to remind me that my sense of feeling is not limited to the spring-like hurt I am desperately trying to grow flowers from. ‬
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‪.‬ ‪ #poetry #poem #prose #summer #spring #seasons #hurt #change #jae #j #confessions #saturday #art #thoughts #spilledink #poetryofinstagram #poetrycommunity #sketch‬ ‪Artwork by: Tania Tqm‬
‪Edited by me‬
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122. “Planting this” . . I take the words Planted like fresh soil Over newly potted plants Careful ...
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122. “Planting this” . . I take the words Planted like fresh soil Over newly potted plants Careful to keep them even Like I keep my words from revealing too much It hurts, doesn’t it? To have the same pair of arms and eyes Wrap onto a silhouette with the same intensity, Stare into ... 122. “Planting this”
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I take the words
Planted like fresh soil
Over newly potted plants
Careful to keep them even
Like I keep my words
from revealing too much

It hurts, doesn’t it?
To have the same pair of
arms and eyes
Wrap onto a silhouette with the same intensity,
Stare into another set of eyes with the same sincerity,
And hold a living, breathing being just as they wholeheartedly held you.

A mouth that spills the same jumble of words,
You once believed were solely yours to hear.
The pain, now like flowers that have overgrown its once comfortable pot.

I must get used to this. .
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#poetry #poem #jae #prose #plants #sunshine #garden #confessions #poetryofinstagram #thoughts #spilledink #j #weary #other #comfort #growth #shadows #tuesdays #poetrycommunity
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121. “Closer”. Come, Lie with me. Count how many times We breathe in sync. I’ve never been with ...
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121. “Closer”. Come, Lie with me. Count how many times We breathe in sync. I’ve never been with a human being, as lovely as you. Hold your hand under the table to keep their eyes away, Bite my lip to remind myself I’m not immune to feeling. Sing sweet nothings instead of spilling out ... 121. “Closer”.
Come,
Lie with me.
Count how many times
We breathe in sync.
I’ve never been with a human being,
as lovely as you.
Hold your hand under the table to keep their eyes away,
Bite my lip to remind myself I’m not immune to feeling.
Sing sweet nothings instead of spilling out heart first before head.

Your fingers rake for questions
buried under the skin.
My ear pressed on your bare chest,
counting the heartbeats.
Why are you so familiar to me?
You have a talent for making me believe our wrong is right. .

Here’s to my hoping I’m not a replacement
for your hesitant heart.
You may have mastered the art of pretending.
Masking what you really feel,
with what eases your conscience.
At least I’m past the minding.
Sleep sound,
Sleep tight. .

I’ll hold back the words
‘Till you’re as sure as I. .

#poetry #poem #jae #j #confessions #mornings #tuesdays #alteredreality #life #words #sure #spilledink #poetrycommunity #minding #thoughts #poetryofinstagram #skin #bare #closer #naked #poetrycommunity
Photo (c): Alexandra Gagean
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