from here it all looks so small
beautiful
insignificant
atop the anthill architecture
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long hours of the night
I’m here to warn you about the begging. Begging yourself to get out of bed, begging yourself to take a shower, begging God to make it stop. After that the anxiety sets in, it shakes your bones to the point where sometimes i swear you can hear them breaking. Lastly, comes the knotted hair and night sweats at 3am caused by the nightmares. I believe it gets better eventually, but i can promise you it’s not easy.
2𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙨, 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙮 & 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 || ileana amara. ☾
i’m only a poet; an embodiment
of words and thoughts and emotions,
while you are a philosopher
who showed me loving you is a fallacy
when you cut me down to logic.
IA 🍂
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A strange man heads my way
Presumably to pet my grey-eyed kitten
When he saw her rubbing off against me,
Clearly he was smitten’
White glory, my companion’s purring sweeten’
Go ahead, make my fur ball’s day
And do so putting on a mitten
Yet he seized her but to dismay
Possessed man! Almost got bitten.
0I must have done something really bad in my past life and my present life is taking all the punishments.
-mae
0January 21, 2021
We’ve hit a new milestone:
We’re comfortable with silence.
It doesn’t seem like much,
But it’s truly a new level.
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0Poem: “Thump in the Night” | HubPages
“Thump in the Night”
As she pulls up the covers
feeling snug as a bug,
she is jostled
by a loud, clanking thump in the night.
Tiptoeing through the darkness,
her eyes peer through the corner
of wooden slats,
cautiously searching for movement.
Since her tired, frightened eyes
cannot focus in the pitch black canvas,
and her ears no longer perceive a threat
she returns to the comfort of her slumber.
When the morning rays of sunlight
stir her awake,
she searches for clues
but finds no footprints on the surface of the earth,
no cracks or holes
along the cement foundation
for a critter to tunnel underneath.
Just as her feet turn
to walk back,
she spots a circular opening
on the exterior wall
of the empty apartment
adjacent to hers.
She is startled
peeking through this four inch round hole
for a dryer vent,
when tiny, brown eyeballs glare back at her.
Her fear abruptly changes
as she burst out in laughter,
spotting three tiny critters
huddled together,
tiny little baby cottontails
hiding in the best rabbit hole ever.
She has no more worries
about bumps in the night,
she just bids goodnight
to Thumber, Floppy, and Rowdy
before drifting off to sleep.
1when you said
“i’ll be gentle with your heart”
i knew you meant it
and i’m kind of tired
from carrying my heart around
all the time
it feels nice to let you hold it
while i rest
because i know
when i wake up
it will be cradled gently
in your palms.
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