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breathing poetry

@thoughtproc3ss

Love music, writing and reading. Some of my poems may be lyrics, others just poems.

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breathing poetry reposted

Today I also missed you, not loudly, not in ways that ask to be noticed, but in the quiet corners of the day where thoughts linger longer than they should. I remembered you the way one remembers light after it has left a room, certain it was there, certain it mattered. Yesterday…

2lastvibes's tweet image. Today I also missed you,
not loudly, not in ways that ask to be noticed, but in the quiet corners of the day where thoughts linger longer than they should.

I remembered you the way one remembers light after it has left a room, certain it was there, certain it mattered. Yesterday…

i burn a CD with my voice carry it around everywhere in case i might see you in case life gives me a chance the same way i always hope my whispers reach you through the wind, I hope my voice reaches you, like yours reached me


i love someone who doesn't know me he told me his dream was to give his voice to everyone in need and it reached me and i got my voice back now i recorded a message for him in the corner of my room trying to give my voice back so he knows how much he means to me


heriotza, heriotza ate joka atarian itxaroten heriotzari begitara begira zain isiltasun honek dena dio zenbat abesti ta poesia idatzi dira honi buruz baina etortzen denean nork daki zer egin?


breathing poetry reposted

I don’t know what I’m more afraid of, to see you again or to never see you again. The thought of your presence stirs a storm in me, a tide of longing I cannot control. Yet the absence of you feels like a hollow room where echoes of your laughter linger and shadows of your touch…

2lastvibes's tweet image. I don’t know what I’m more afraid of, to see you again or to never see you again. The thought of your presence stirs a storm in me, a tide of longing I cannot control.

Yet the absence of you feels like a hollow room where echoes of your laughter linger and shadows of your touch…

someone brought you up in conversation and i finally raised to the surface to breath to let it all out admiting that I miss you so fucking much


breathing poetry reposted

I miss you. I miss your voice. I miss your smile. I miss your smell. I miss your hugs. I miss your jokes. I miss how you made me feel. I miss your everything.


this week i saw your name on my phone and my heart started squeezing such a rush of adrenaline thinking, finally you are here until i noticed it wasn't really you and my heart sank my body gave a visceral reaction with only your name what will happen if i ever see you again?


still with me between shadows and when i call someone else with your name my heart is revealed


i remember why the distance feels so wide because when I reach out you do not even hear me coming


today i dreamt about you and it was a long time since i last thought of you you asked how i've been i asked about your kid and seeing you there it felt like closing a chapter so thank you for showing me how i can feel passion and fire in such a profound way


you were my platonic soulmate i still feel it while i read through your pages i feel it in the care you took to make me smile and i'm still smiling four years later


gabonak gerturatzen ari dira berriz ta gogoratu naiz zuk egindako opariaz ta bihotza bete zait berriz zure hitzez zure musikaz; zuk esan zenidan Dirac-en ekuazioa maitasuna zela eta halaxe da zure orriak berriz irakurtzen denbora eta espazioan zehar elkarlotuta jarraitzen dugula


read your old postcard the one you wrote in Finland, you were all the way up in the north pole thinking about me i smile a bittersweet smile cause what we shared was special & it makes me sad that we lost touch may we ever rekindle our fire that was keeping you warm back in 2021


Just came across a postcard I received 4 years ago and made me smile so big. Bring back the art of writing letters and sending postcards.


2AM here i go again you always come around by this hour the silence in the room unbreakable what silence? clearly not the one inside my head who's screaming, begging for you to come around


breathing poetry reposted

Some love stories don’t end, they just stop being spoken aloud. But you still feel them in the silence between everything else.


I stand on this desk I see the room different, smaller. I stand on the mountain I see the town different, smaller. if we were to stand on our planet or the sun, or the milky way, or the big universe, how much smaller, how insignificant is our existence? a shift in perspective


i'll transpose my words into another key if you fail to understand me this feeling is transformative, transporting me to places i've never been #vss365


intend to keep you in the waveform of my heart #inkMine


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