amaranthinepoetry

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  • amaranthinepoetry 20w

    i find it astonishing
    how insignificant i was
    to you while you
    were all the gold and glitter.

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  • amaranthinepoetry 20w

    i spent a lifetime
    knowing you;
    yet here you are—
    as strange as tomorrow.

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  • amaranthinepoetry 20w

    The irony of choice is that we only get to see the results of one decision in one way. As though one choice cannot have several different outcomes, the ones not chosen remain uncertain, leaving life astray. Forever.

    ©dayalspunjabi

  • amaranthinepoetry 23w

    Loneliness is simply the longest walk in search of something unknown.

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  • amaranthinepoetry 25w

    If the right decision
    makes you sad, is it
    still the right decision?

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  • amaranthinepoetry 26w

    Every star aligns
    at your presence.
    The smell of autumn,
    of petrichor, of nature.

    You smell of Lilies,
    of dancing Roses
    in a field of bright
    green and deep gray skies.

    Unearthing and breaking,
    fracturing pieces of me
    into tiny monuments of puzzles
    that you fix into your being.

    My broken soul,
    you bleed me into
    becoming whole
    with traces of your skin.

    You are both—
    Sinful and Blessing,
    Rumbles and Peace,
    Smooth and Rough.

    Your presence is
    pure Gold— my heart:
    a scattered jewel,
    you brace me with warmth.


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  • amaranthinepoetry 28w

    The secret of time perhaps lies not in its simple passing, but in the gruesomeness of what it leaves behind. It is more than a past. It was the present that haunts this present.

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  • amaranthinepoetry 30w

    …..someday…..
    because hope
    has no limits


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  • amaranthinepoetry 33w

    our love was a language
    we forgot to speak in.

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  • amaranthinepoetry 33w

    Blue Foam

    Blue bruises tickle my skin
    through the lashing of my kin;
    waves of ocean drown my scream
    blue foam frothing at the brim.

    Blue sky songs hum my days
    nights are soaked in rainy daze;
    dreams are venture in lanes of Rome
    my tears trigger their blue foam.



    ©amaranthinepoetry