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It just doesn't make sense10:25 May 11 2024 Times Read: 151
In today's world it's unbelievable that a human being has to endure severe pain due to surgeons being booked up for 3 months out. You begin to worry the pain meds you're on will leave you addicted. Freaking unbelievable
Just Venting. Not sure if that helps or not.
Every day you play by Pablo Nerdura19:08 May 06 2024 Times Read: 211
Every day you play
“You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Curl round me as though you were frightened.
Even so, a strange shadow once ran through your eyes.
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwinds in turning fans.
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
Until I even believe that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
I don’t love you as if you were a rose by Pablo Neruda14:06 May 03 2024 Times Read: 253
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way
to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams
I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair00:42 May 03 2024 Times Read: 269
I absolutely love Pablo Neruda poetry. This is so beautiful
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
~~~ Pablo Neruda
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COMMENTS
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Cadrewolf2
18:46 May 11 2024
Truth all around. My surgery was 6 months out. I just live with the pain right now.
AbsintheandBlood
19:38 May 11 2024
So sorry to hear. It's a rough unbelievable way to live.