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Just auto-tune lies
When I love you
Is just another auto-tune lies
Sounds so sweet
Of course it does
It is a lie
From the sound to the words
There’s nothing real
Yet you are trying so desperately believe
That this time
It isn’t lies
And the words saying
I love you
Is real this time
Not just another lie…
But in your heart
You know
It’s just auto-tune lies
Sounding sweet and everything you want to hear
But it never reaches into your heart
You can’t feel the love
Because there is none
Sweet sound fooling everyone
But take the auto-tune away
The truth is revealed
Voice is doesn’t sound the same
And words won’t have a nice melody after all
Just leaving the bad pitch
And wicked intentions
Right there for everyone to hear
And witness the deceit
That one tried to set up with lies
Just another auto-tune lies
Sound sweet but it is just fake
Deceitful love handed over with a nice bow
Everything you would want yet none of it is real
Will you continue buying into auto-tune lies?
Or are you done with it all finally?
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Was it a mistake?
As I hear The King still singing on the radio
Let our love survive
I can’t help but think of you
Still after so many years
Did we just let go of what shouldn’t never been let go?
Was it fault of foolish young hearts?
Or destiny written down
That we just could not change
But suspicion has no place in love
And you didn’t give me anything else
So I had to leave
And let go of it all
Sometimes looking back after the years
It is so easy to see what one could not see at the moment
The mistakes
And how in the end those weren’t such a mistakes after all
Maybe things would have gone differently
If we had not let our love die
Whose fault it was?
No longer matters
Not all love stories are meant to live forever
Not ours at least
It wasn’t all bad
But the good just wasn’t enough
There were too many tears
Unlike on the song you weren’t there wipe away the tears
And darling you did lie
So many lies but those don’t matter anymore
So I will turn off the radio
And walk away from these memories
In the end it wasn’t such a mistake
Sometimes love just isn’t enough…
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
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Was it a mistake?
As I hear The King still singing on the radio
Let our love survive
I can’t help but think of you
Still after so many years
Did we just let go of what shouldn’t never been let go?
Was it fault of foolish young hearts?
Or destiny written down
That we just could not change
But suspicion has no place in love
And you didn’t give me anything else
So I had to leave
And let go of it all
Sometimes looking back after the years
It is so easy to see what one could not see at the moment
The mistakes
And how in the end those weren’t such a mistakes after all
Maybe things would have gone differently
If we had not let our love die
Whose fault it was?
No longer matters
Not all love stories are meant to live forever
Not ours at least
It wasn’t all bad
But the good just wasn’t enough
There were too many tears
Unlike on the song you weren’t there wipe away the tears
And darling you did lie
So many lies but those don’t matter anymore
So I will turn off the radio
And walk away from these memories
In the end it wasn’t such a mistake
Sometimes love just isn’t enough…
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
#CFGrönroos #MysteriesByRose #OriginalPoem #Poem #Poetry -
"Pinky"
#Teableau 06Apr26We can't be forever forlorning,
We must cherish a sweet spring morning;
The rest of the day will Be, regardless,
The world will intrude, the world may be heartless,
But we have in this moment Ostara's adorning.#Tea #Spring #Springtime #BlackTea #VintageChina #Rosebuds #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #Handmade #Quilting #Crochet #VintageLinen #BabyChicks #Poetry #OriginalPoem
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"Pinky"
#Teableau 06Apr26We can't be forever forlorning,
We must cherish a sweet spring morning;
The rest of the day will Be, regardless,
The world will intrude, the world may be heartless,
But we have in this moment Ostara's adorning.#Tea #Spring #Springtime #BlackTea #VintageChina #Rosebuds #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #Handmade #Quilting #Crochet #VintageLinen #BabyChicks #Poetry #OriginalPoem
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"Pinky"
#Teableau 06Apr26We can't be forever forlorning,
We must cherish a sweet spring morning;
The rest of the day will Be, regardless,
The world will intrude, the world may be heartless,
But we have in this moment Ostara's adorning.#Tea #Spring #Springtime #BlackTea #VintageChina #Rosebuds #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #Handmade #Quilting #Crochet #VintageLinen #BabyChicks #Poetry #OriginalPoem
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"Pinky"
#Teableau 06Apr26We can't be forever forlorning,
We must cherish a sweet spring morning;
The rest of the day will Be, regardless,
The world will intrude, the world may be heartless,
But we have in this moment Ostara's adorning.#Tea #Spring #Springtime #BlackTea #VintageChina #Rosebuds #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #Handmade #Quilting #Crochet #VintageLinen #BabyChicks #Poetry #OriginalPoem
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"Pinky"
#Teableau 06Apr26We can't be forever forlorning,
We must cherish a sweet spring morning;
The rest of the day will Be, regardless,
The world will intrude, the world may be heartless,
But we have in this moment Ostara's adorning.#Tea #Spring #Springtime #BlackTea #VintageChina #Rosebuds #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #Handmade #Quilting #Crochet #VintageLinen #BabyChicks #Poetry #OriginalPoem
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Heart that refuses to break
Broken glass inside my heart
Won’t cut like it used to
Cracks run through it
It is a heart that is covered in scars
Yet nothing can make it break or shatter
No matter how much pain and damage
It has endured
It still beats
After everything it will still beat
And not giving up
It turns all the pain and hurt
Into a strength
That can’t be taken away
No matter how much you did try to
It didn’t let you break it
You kept making me feel so unwanted
So unworthy of love
Tried to dim my shine
Whatever to make me feel less
So you could feel yourself being better than me
But you clearly did think
That I was stuck inside your trap
That I could never leave
But I walked out your life
Even through the fire
Like I was unstoppable
Phoenix rising from the flames
That in the end I was diamond
And each cut just made it more beautiful
The heart that refuses to break
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Never waiting for you
I just can’t stop laughing
You really did think
That I was waiting for you
I know I shouldn’t laugh
But did you seriously think
I would be still waiting on you?
Don’t you hear how ridiculous that is?
That after everything I would wait for you?
You know what you did
And now you think
You can come back like nothing happened?
And everything will be like it used to be
I’m sorry but I have news for you
It won’t
I was never waiting for you
I will never wait for you
Seriously never
I moved on
And you have been dead to me
All this time
So go haunt someone else
Here is nothing for you
There is no place in my life
That you could get back
Did think that I would put a stop on my life?
And wait for you?
Never
My life went on
Now there is nothing where I used to be
Because I did find life somewhere else
You did wake up too late
I’m already gone
And never coming back to you
So don’t cry for me
Because I have found my happiness without you
Not waiting for you was the best decision
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Keeper of secrets
No I don’t have skeletons on my closet
Sometimes it’s hard to remember
Do I even have any secrets of my own anymore?
Because I have cemetery full of other people’s secrets
Locked away from prying eyes
It’s not a small cemetery
Only I know what is buried there
And by who
But no one else has the access
To any of it
Some secrets are small and innocent
Even really sweet
Does someone really like someone specific?
What secret feelings they might be hiding
Especially from everybody else around them
But not from me
Knowing fully well
I’ll keep it all as a secret
It is safely buried
Where no prying eyes can ever get to
Where gossiping gravediggers won’t ever find it either
Because there is only one who can walk there
And know what was buried where
The tombstones have no names
Hiding even more what lies beneath
To hide especially those darker secrets
That is buried so deep
The ones even I didn’t ever want to know
Yet I’m stuck with keeping them
Wanted or not
I’m the keeper of secrets
Good or bad
This is just a part of my destiny
Keep them safe and hidden from the world
In this invisible cemetery of secrets
Where is always a night
That is never ending just like the shadows
Between the trees and endless rows of gravestones
Cemetery of secrets doesn’t ever have blue skies and sunshine
It is a beautiful dark paradise under a full moon
That only keeper of the secrets can find it
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
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Keeper of secrets
No I don’t have skeletons on my closet
Sometimes it’s hard to remember
Do I even have any secrets of my own anymore?
Because I have cemetery full of other people’s secrets
Locked away from prying eyes
It’s not a small cemetery
Only I know what is buried there
And by who
But no one else has the access
To any of it
Some secrets are small and innocent
Even really sweet
Does someone really like someone specific?
What secret feelings they might be hiding
Especially from everybody else around them
But not from me
Knowing fully well
I’ll keep it all as a secret
It is safely buried
Where no prying eyes can ever get to
Where gossiping gravediggers won’t ever find it either
Because there is only one who can walk there
And know what was buried where
The tombstones have no names
Hiding even more what lies beneath
To hide especially those darker secrets
That is buried so deep
The ones even I didn’t ever want to know
Yet I’m stuck with keeping them
Wanted or not
I’m the keeper of secrets
Good or bad
This is just a part of my destiny
Keep them safe and hidden from the world
In this invisible cemetery of secrets
Where is always a night
That is never ending just like the shadows
Between the trees and endless rows of gravestones
Cemetery of secrets doesn’t ever have blue skies and sunshine
It is a beautiful dark paradise under a full moon
That only keeper of the secrets can find it
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
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It was never love
How can love turn one so blind?
Not to see how love can turn into something so sick and twisted
The mad love
The bad love
While dancing on the edge of madness
You murdered parts of my heart and soul
And I killed parts myself for you top of that
Because for love
Nothing was high enough price
It was love…
But it really wasn’t
I just could not see it
Because I believed your lies
Especially the biggest ones
How you loved me and could not live without me
The madness was trying to take me down
And because my love for you
I almost let it
More than once
I don’t even know how many times
I was losing my mind
Losing my heart
Losing my soul
Almost lost everything
Just because I fell in love with a wrong person
Because I believed in your lying words
How much you loved me
It was all just dark side of true love
But the black decaying heart of yours
Could never love
How many times you told me
That without me you could not live
And I could not leave because of that
So I stayed years until I saw the truth
It was never love
Since it wasn’t love there were no reasons for me to stay
And sacrifice everything for love
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Learning waiting is sometimes just…
It’s a hard lesson in life
Learn that waiting
Is sometimes just wasting time
For something…
Or someone
That was never worth it
That in life shouldn’t be afraid
Of what might end up face in life
Instead being afraid staying in wrong places
Way too long
Afraid to get stuck
Especially get stuck with wrong people
Because that is even worse waste of time
Waste of everything
Because it’s always more than just time
That we all end up wasting
Losing the precious time for wrong people
Time that can’t be get back
And I have had enough of that
I don’t have much time to waste anyway
Now I’m ready to just walk away
From anything
That doesn’t bring anything good in my life
No matter what or who I need to leave behind
Now it’s a time to find my way
Pick a road that is mine
No matter what I have to face
No longer staying where it doesn’t feel right
Take a leap of faith
To find the place I belong
And stop waiting and wasting time
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
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Her heart
Unlike what he thought
Her heart wasn’t after all
Something he could just pick up
And put down
Whenever he wanted
That her heart would be
Just something he could play
Whenever he wanted
And put away to play with something else
That it would be there always
Just for him
What he did not know
She knew when the love
She had to give
Was going to be wasted
And knew when to take her heart
Out of the hands
That turns out to be the wrong ones
She no longer was going to waste her time
Or love
No she had already learned this lesson
Seen where these patterns of behavior had lead before
Not repeating the same mistakes
No this time
She went and took back her heart
So when he remembered it
And thought to pick it up again
To play with for awhile
It was nowhere to be found
Neither was she
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Looking back
Now that it has been so many years
And I’m so far away from it all
It is easier to look back
And see the girl at edge of madness
Seeing what I couldn’t see back then
See how much she fought
To stay on that edge
Fought for not falling down
And most of all she fought for the one she loved
Would not go over that edge
That was what she fought so hard
And was willing to sacrifice anything
Not to lose the one she loved
But she could not see
Was how the one she loved
It was the one who wanted to her fall down
And go over that edge
To either pull her in
Or pushing her down over the edge of madness
The goal was the same
Just like a misery
So does the edge of madness
Apparently love the company
Pulling others down on their level
To become trapped
Seeing the betrayal of a former love one
Is now easier than it was back then
It doesn’t hurt any more
But it won’t be ever forgiven either
Because forgiveness was and won’t ever be my thing
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Heart under the thorns
My heart is again hidden under the thorns
To keep it safe
And away from cold careless hands
That view it too much work
Even trying to reach it
So it stays safe
And don’t fall into wrong hands again
It might look it’s under the roses
But the thorns are waiting
To anyone being a foolish enough trying to reach
Have their fingers to touch
Trying to steal it
Won’t be easy
Those thorns will cut deep
It is a great defense
And easy way to see
Who is worth it and who is not?
Because nowadays
It seems that most just want easy
And just bit of fun
No strings attach’s
But that is not what I want
So until there is someone who truly is worthy of love
The thorns will remain around my heart
Keep it safe
From hands it should never be in
To prove who is worthy of it
And scare rest away
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
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✨ Staying the Night
by Crissy Bliss AddamsPetals fall, stars endure.
Both whisper, soft and sure:
beauty remains, even after loss.
Hope still shines, no matter the cost.My words are constellations,
woven through quiet revelations.
Each one, a seed of love,
scattered like starlight above.Because love is not flawless light.
It’s the courage to stay through night.
To hold when storms refuse to cease,
to offer presence,
to offer peace.Love walks with us through shadowed skies.
It sees strength where brokenness lies.
It chooses again—through struggle, through pain.
A promise to grow,
a promise to remain.Guiding hearts toward brighter skies,
where grief transforms,
and courage flies.
Reminding us through night’s embrace
that healing blooms,
and light finds space.This is love.
This is endurance.
This is the cosmos…
inside us all. -
✨ Staying the Night
by Crissy Bliss AddamsPetals fall, stars endure.
Both whisper, soft and sure:
beauty remains, even after loss.
Hope still shines, no matter the cost.My words are constellations,
woven through quiet revelations.
Each one, a seed of love,
scattered like starlight above.Because love is not flawless light.
It’s the courage to stay through night.
To hold when storms refuse to cease,
to offer presence,
to offer peace.Love walks with us through shadowed skies.
It sees strength where brokenness lies.
It chooses again—through struggle, through pain.
A promise to grow,
a promise to remain.Guiding hearts toward brighter skies,
where grief transforms,
and courage flies.
Reminding us through night’s embrace
that healing blooms,
and light finds space.This is love.
This is endurance.
This is the cosmos…
inside us all. -
✨ Staying the Night
by Crissy Bliss AddamsPetals fall, stars endure.
Both whisper, soft and sure:
beauty remains, even after loss.
Hope still shines, no matter the cost.My words are constellations,
woven through quiet revelations.
Each one, a seed of love,
scattered like starlight above.Because love is not flawless light.
It’s the courage to stay through night.
To hold when storms refuse to cease,
to offer presence,
to offer peace.Love walks with us through shadowed skies.
It sees strength where brokenness lies.
It chooses again—through struggle, through pain.
A promise to grow,
a promise to remain.Guiding hearts toward brighter skies,
where grief transforms,
and courage flies.
Reminding us through night’s embrace
that healing blooms,
and light finds space.This is love.
This is endurance.
This is the cosmos…
inside us all. -
✨ Staying the Night
by Crissy Bliss AddamsPetals fall, stars endure.
Both whisper, soft and sure:
beauty remains, even after loss.
Hope still shines, no matter the cost.My words are constellations,
woven through quiet revelations.
Each one, a seed of love,
scattered like starlight above.Because love is not flawless light.
It’s the courage to stay through night.
To hold when storms refuse to cease,
to offer presence,
to offer peace.Love walks with us through shadowed skies.
It sees strength where brokenness lies.
It chooses again—through struggle, through pain.
A promise to grow,
a promise to remain.Guiding hearts toward brighter skies,
where grief transforms,
and courage flies.
Reminding us through night’s embrace
that healing blooms,
and light finds space.This is love.
This is endurance.
This is the cosmos…
inside us all. -
✨ Staying the Night
by Crissy Bliss AddamsPetals fall, stars endure.
Both whisper, soft and sure:
beauty remains, even after loss.
Hope still shines, no matter the cost.My words are constellations,
woven through quiet revelations.
Each one, a seed of love,
scattered like starlight above.Because love is not flawless light.
It’s the courage to stay through night.
To hold when storms refuse to cease,
to offer presence,
to offer peace.Love walks with us through shadowed skies.
It sees strength where brokenness lies.
It chooses again—through struggle, through pain.
A promise to grow,
a promise to remain.Guiding hearts toward brighter skies,
where grief transforms,
and courage flies.
Reminding us through night’s embrace
that healing blooms,
and light finds space.This is love.
This is endurance.
This is the cosmos…
inside us all. -
The Only Constant is Change
by Crissy Bliss AddamsYou don’t know my face; neither do I yours
But our hearts recognize each other.We’ve been playing this game for centuries now, changing bodies as easily as our clothes.
I follow you thru the cosmos,
You find me in every galaxy.Time and space do not matter, anymore.
Only the unfolding.We keep playing until we transcend
Physical forms, until then thank you
For kisses, hugs, and lovemaking. -
The Only Constant is Change
by Crissy Bliss AddamsYou don’t know my face; neither do I yours
But our hearts recognize each other.We’ve been playing this game for centuries now, changing bodies as easily as our clothes.
I follow you thru the cosmos,
You find me in every galaxy.Time and space do not matter, anymore.
Only the unfolding.We keep playing until we transcend
Physical forms, until then thank you
For kisses, hugs, and lovemaking. -
The Only Constant is Change
by Crissy Bliss AddamsYou don’t know my face; neither do I yours
But our hearts recognize each other.We’ve been playing this game for centuries now, changing bodies as easily as our clothes.
I follow you thru the cosmos,
You find me in every galaxy.Time and space do not matter, anymore.
Only the unfolding.We keep playing until we transcend
Physical forms, until then thank you
For kisses, hugs, and lovemaking. -
The Only Constant is Change
by Crissy Bliss AddamsYou don’t know my face; neither do I yours
But our hearts recognize each other.We’ve been playing this game for centuries now, changing bodies as easily as our clothes.
I follow you thru the cosmos,
You find me in every galaxy.Time and space do not matter, anymore.
Only the unfolding.We keep playing until we transcend
Physical forms, until then thank you
For kisses, hugs, and lovemaking. -
The Only Constant is Change
by Crissy Bliss AddamsYou don’t know my face; neither do I yours
But our hearts recognize each other.We’ve been playing this game for centuries now, changing bodies as easily as our clothes.
I follow you thru the cosmos,
You find me in every galaxy.Time and space do not matter, anymore.
Only the unfolding.We keep playing until we transcend
Physical forms, until then thank you
For kisses, hugs, and lovemaking. -
Frozen heart
She is scared to admit what she dreams about
In that cold heart of hers
That has a never ending winter
Keeping it frozen
And cold in a chest of an Ice Queen
Dream about spring
About love
That could make it beat again
Instead it remains frozen
Not beating for love
Because that is safe
No risks
No chance for new heartbreaks
Just cold and no more loving
Because love lead only hurt and disappointments
Never ending winter
In that heart of hers is safe
It is better
Less hurt and pain
Safe from love gone wrong
Too many times
So it is no longer worth
Even give a chance
It will end the same anyway
So what’s the point?
Love can go disappoint and hurt someone else
This time she will pass it
No longer interested to be part of
The never ending wicked game called falling in love
That frozen heart remains safe
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
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🌞 Everlasting Inferno
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI don’t fall in love—
I ignite.
I set horizons on fire
and dare the stars to keep pace.Love is not a whisper—
it is thunder,
it is wildfire,
it is the roar of a lioness
claiming eternity.Your touch is gasoline,
your gaze the match.
With you, I am consumed,
and in the blaze,
I am reborn.This is not fragile devotion—
this is molten,
this is marrow,
this is forever carved in flame.I am the Sun,
and when I love,
I scorch galaxies into memory.
Spicy, salty, playful—
yes.
But also eternal,
because my fire never dies.🔥 I am love in its fiercest form—calm in the glow, ecstatic in the blaze.
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🌞 Everlasting Inferno
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI don’t fall in love—
I ignite.
I set horizons on fire
and dare the stars to keep pace.Love is not a whisper—
it is thunder,
it is wildfire,
it is the roar of a lioness
claiming eternity.Your touch is gasoline,
your gaze the match.
With you, I am consumed,
and in the blaze,
I am reborn.This is not fragile devotion—
this is molten,
this is marrow,
this is forever carved in flame.I am the Sun,
and when I love,
I scorch galaxies into memory.
Spicy, salty, playful—
yes.
But also eternal,
because my fire never dies.🔥 I am love in its fiercest form—calm in the glow, ecstatic in the blaze.
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🌞 Everlasting Inferno
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI don’t fall in love—
I ignite.
I set horizons on fire
and dare the stars to keep pace.Love is not a whisper—
it is thunder,
it is wildfire,
it is the roar of a lioness
claiming eternity.Your touch is gasoline,
your gaze the match.
With you, I am consumed,
and in the blaze,
I am reborn.This is not fragile devotion—
this is molten,
this is marrow,
this is forever carved in flame.I am the Sun,
and when I love,
I scorch galaxies into memory.
Spicy, salty, playful—
yes.
But also eternal,
because my fire never dies.🔥 I am love in its fiercest form—calm in the glow, ecstatic in the blaze.
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🌞 Everlasting Inferno
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI don’t fall in love—
I ignite.
I set horizons on fire
and dare the stars to keep pace.Love is not a whisper—
it is thunder,
it is wildfire,
it is the roar of a lioness
claiming eternity.Your touch is gasoline,
your gaze the match.
With you, I am consumed,
and in the blaze,
I am reborn.This is not fragile devotion—
this is molten,
this is marrow,
this is forever carved in flame.I am the Sun,
and when I love,
I scorch galaxies into memory.
Spicy, salty, playful—
yes.
But also eternal,
because my fire never dies.🔥 I am love in its fiercest form—calm in the glow, ecstatic in the blaze.
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🌞 Everlasting Inferno
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI don’t fall in love—
I ignite.
I set horizons on fire
and dare the stars to keep pace.Love is not a whisper—
it is thunder,
it is wildfire,
it is the roar of a lioness
claiming eternity.Your touch is gasoline,
your gaze the match.
With you, I am consumed,
and in the blaze,
I am reborn.This is not fragile devotion—
this is molten,
this is marrow,
this is forever carved in flame.I am the Sun,
and when I love,
I scorch galaxies into memory.
Spicy, salty, playful—
yes.
But also eternal,
because my fire never dies.🔥 I am love in its fiercest form—calm in the glow, ecstatic in the blaze.
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Power to rewrite the stars
Like friend of mine said a while ago
We are the story tellers
It has always been our power
To rewrite the stars
There were times that made me forget it
Made me not even see the stars
So it was hard to even think about having a power
Of rewriting what I couldn’t even see
So this is me
Rewriting the stars
Rewriting the future
Rewriting the love story of my life
Can’t rewrite what has already happened
No one can do that
Except liars who try paint false image
But I’m not doing that
Whatever had happened in the past
Will be just left behind
Like it never happened
Old heartbreaks and feelings
Won’t have a place in the future
No longer
I’m not letting them hold me down
None of it matter anymore
The future will be filled
With only love and happiness
I’m gonna love like I never got hurt before
I’m rewriting my stars and destiny
Nothing’s gonna stop me this time
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
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Blooming in Private
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI bled in public—
left trails of heartbreak in captions,
stitched sorrow into metaphors,
hoping someone would read between the scars
and call it healing.I mistook visibility for closure,
confession for connection,
but pain, when paraded,
only deepens its roots.Now, I bloom in private—
no spotlight, no spectacle.
Just quiet mornings,
soft rituals,
and the slow unfurling of peace.Growth doesn’t need applause.
It needs soil,
stillness,
and the courage to be unseen. -
Blooming in Private
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI bled in public—
left trails of heartbreak in captions,
stitched sorrow into metaphors,
hoping someone would read between the scars
and call it healing.I mistook visibility for closure,
confession for connection,
but pain, when paraded,
only deepens its roots.Now, I bloom in private—
no spotlight, no spectacle.
Just quiet mornings,
soft rituals,
and the slow unfurling of peace.Growth doesn’t need applause.
It needs soil,
stillness,
and the courage to be unseen. -
Blooming in Private
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI bled in public—
left trails of heartbreak in captions,
stitched sorrow into metaphors,
hoping someone would read between the scars
and call it healing.I mistook visibility for closure,
confession for connection,
but pain, when paraded,
only deepens its roots.Now, I bloom in private—
no spotlight, no spectacle.
Just quiet mornings,
soft rituals,
and the slow unfurling of peace.Growth doesn’t need applause.
It needs soil,
stillness,
and the courage to be unseen. -
Blooming in Private
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI bled in public—
left trails of heartbreak in captions,
stitched sorrow into metaphors,
hoping someone would read between the scars
and call it healing.I mistook visibility for closure,
confession for connection,
but pain, when paraded,
only deepens its roots.Now, I bloom in private—
no spotlight, no spectacle.
Just quiet mornings,
soft rituals,
and the slow unfurling of peace.Growth doesn’t need applause.
It needs soil,
stillness,
and the courage to be unseen. -
Blooming in Private
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI bled in public—
left trails of heartbreak in captions,
stitched sorrow into metaphors,
hoping someone would read between the scars
and call it healing.I mistook visibility for closure,
confession for connection,
but pain, when paraded,
only deepens its roots.Now, I bloom in private—
no spotlight, no spectacle.
Just quiet mornings,
soft rituals,
and the slow unfurling of peace.Growth doesn’t need applause.
It needs soil,
stillness,
and the courage to be unseen. -
Done dancing on edge of madness
What I fell in love with in the beginning
Is no longer here
I’m not sure
Was it ever even real?
Or just a role or a mask
That you were wearing to get me fall
To fall in love
Fall into a web of lies
The love you promised
That turn into a only a nightmare with no escape
You used call our love mad love
Saying what we have is way more some ordinary love
But it wasn’t our love that was the madness
The madness was inside you
I never saw it until it was too late
And then I was dancing in the edge of your madness
It didn’t take long
Until you started to blame me
For your madness
And the things it made you do
Blaming me and others trying to change you
We when were just trying to help you
Get you the help you so desperately needed
Before it would have been too late
And you would be over the edge
Like you were screaming in middle of the night
How the madness was taking you down
You were losing your mind
Sometimes you realized it
Other times you accused me being the crazy one
So many times that I almost started to believe it
It was hard to tell which one of us was the crazy one?
I was starting to lose my own mind
While dancing on the tightrope in edge of this madness
Not sure if next step would take us over the edge
When nothing I tried to do
Didn’t help you
I was so desperately praying help from a god
Because I had nothing else left to turn to
You were yelling no god can help either of us
You yelled me that you never asked to be saved
Yet there were so many night you begged on your knees
To me to save you
And when I tried
You blamed me trying to save you
I was losing myself in this prison you made
Somewhere between labyrinth of lies and edge of never ending madness
Some point I realized that I can’t ever save you
Because you don’t want to be saved
Your hell was your home
I knew I had to save myself instead
Before it would be too late
Either going over the edge of madness
Or your now never ending rage will take over in fatal way
I can see it so clearly
Now I’m done dancing in edge of your madness
There is nothing left of us
I’m running away from this nightmare
This is not easy but I had to do it
Leave you and not walk but run
Run away
Like my life depends on it
Because it does
Soon I will be safe
And I’m no longer stuck in the edge of your madness
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
#badLove #CFGrönroos #madLove #MysteriesByRose #OriginalPoem #Poem #Poetry
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Don’t want to hear it again
I’m sorry but…
I don’t want to hear it again
I’ve heard it all
Many times before
Not only from your mouth
But others who were just like you
While you promised to be “different”
Well you weren’t
Because you ain’t even half a man
That you think you are
Or what you lied to be
So please just stop explaining
I heard your lies already
With all the sorry excuses
I don’t want to hear it again
Because nothing’s gonna change
It will be same thing
Just a different day
You know it
I know it
Let’s just save time and not even do this again
Because everything you say
Is just empty words
Your sorry is the biggest lie
I don’t have the time waste for this
Last time was enough time wasted
On someone who wasn’t worth it
Time I wish I could get back
So this time I don’t even want to hear it
Or to know what you would say this time
What lies or excuses you would tell
Because I heard it all before
And nothing did change
So I learned my painful lesson last time
This time I’m not gonna repeat the same mistake
So I don’t want to hear it
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
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Don’t want to hear it again
I’m sorry but…
I don’t want to hear it again
I’ve heard it all
Many times before
Not only from your mouth
But others who were just like you
While you promised to be “different”
Well you weren’t
Because you ain’t even half a man
That you think you are
Or what you lied to be
So please just stop explaining
I heard your lies already
With all the sorry excuses
I don’t want to hear it again
Because nothing’s gonna change
It will be same thing
Just a different day
You know it
I know it
Let’s just save time and not even do this again
Because everything you say
Is just empty words
Your sorry is the biggest lie
I don’t have the time waste for this
Last time was enough time wasted
On someone who wasn’t worth it
Time I wish I could get back
So this time I don’t even want to hear it
Or to know what you would say this time
What lies or excuses you would tell
Because I heard it all before
And nothing did change
So I learned my painful lesson last time
This time I’m not gonna repeat the same mistake
So I don’t want to hear it
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
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No more bed of roses
When the roses did wither away
From the bed of roses
And only thorns have been left behind
To lay on the thorns instead of the roses
When sweet dreams
Turned into real life nightmares
That can’t be escaped
Even while being wide awake
When the bed of roses we had
Turns into bed of thorns
We both know
That this is no longer love
But I’m not the one lying
That this just the dark side of true love
Because there is no such a thing
You and I both know it
There is no more laying down in bed of roses
They withered away
And you know why it happened
I know why they won’t ever come back
Roses are supposed to bloom
And then wither away
Until they bloom again
But these roses have died
So tonight I leave you lay down
All alone in the bed you made
Keep your bed of thorns
Since it was always yours
Even though I know it won’t take long time
You to replace me with someone else
And I don’t care
Because finding less is always easy
I will build a new bed of roses
On my own
And I don’t need anyone else lay in there
I just need you not being in there
C.F. Grönroos ©
Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
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Love in The Light
By Crissy Bliss AddamsThey kiss me like no one’s watching,
and adore me like everyone is.
Because
I am not a secret.
I am a celebration.Their hands know my history,
but they worship my body now.
I am chosen in daylight
Beloved in all seasons
not just desired in shadows.This is a love that lingers in doorways,
that memorizes my tea,
that speaks my name with reverence
with respect and pure tranquility.I am the perfect fit
I am their glorious sky.
And they look up in awe
every time.I am loved: fully, fiercely, without edit.
Not in silence.
Not in hiding.
But in the light
where I was always meant to be.#QueerJoy #OriginalPoem #LoveStory #LivedExperience #LoveOutLoud
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Love in The Light
By Crissy Bliss AddamsThey kiss me like no one’s watching,
and adore me like everyone is.
Because
I am not a secret.
I am a celebration.Their hands know my history,
but they worship my body now.
I am chosen in daylight
Beloved in all seasons
not just desired in shadows.This is a love that lingers in doorways,
that memorizes my tea,
that speaks my name with reverence
with respect and pure tranquility.I am the perfect fit
I am their glorious sky.
And they look up in awe
every time.I am loved: fully, fiercely, without edit.
Not in silence.
Not in hiding.
But in the light
where I was always meant to be.#QueerJoy #OriginalPoem #LoveStory #LivedExperience #LoveOutLoud
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Love in The Light
By Crissy Bliss AddamsThey kiss me like no one’s watching,
and adore me like everyone is.
Because
I am not a secret.
I am a celebration.Their hands know my history,
but they worship my body now.
I am chosen in daylight
Beloved in all seasons
not just desired in shadows.This is a love that lingers in doorways,
that memorizes my tea,
that speaks my name with reverence
with respect and pure tranquility.I am the perfect fit
I am their glorious sky.
And they look up in awe
every time.I am loved: fully, fiercely, without edit.
Not in silence.
Not in hiding.
But in the light
where I was always meant to be.#QueerJoy #OriginalPoem #LoveStory #LivedExperience #LoveOutLoud
-
Love in The Light
By Crissy Bliss AddamsThey kiss me like no one’s watching,
and adore me like everyone is.
Because
I am not a secret.
I am a celebration.Their hands know my history,
but they worship my body now.
I am chosen in daylight
Beloved in all seasons
not just desired in shadows.This is a love that lingers in doorways,
that memorizes my tea,
that speaks my name with reverence
with respect and pure tranquility.I am the perfect fit
I am their glorious sky.
And they look up in awe
every time.I am loved: fully, fiercely, without edit.
Not in silence.
Not in hiding.
But in the light
where I was always meant to be.#QueerJoy #OriginalPoem #LoveStory #LivedExperience #LoveOutLoud
-
Love in The Light
By Crissy Bliss AddamsThey kiss me like no one’s watching,
and adore me like everyone is.
Because
I am not a secret.
I am a celebration.Their hands know my history,
but they worship my body now.
I am chosen in daylight
Beloved in all seasons
not just desired in shadows.This is a love that lingers in doorways,
that memorizes my tea,
that speaks my name with reverence
with respect and pure tranquility.I am the perfect fit
I am their glorious sky.
And they look up in awe
every time.I am loved: fully, fiercely, without edit.
Not in silence.
Not in hiding.
But in the light
where I was always meant to be.#QueerJoy #OriginalPoem #LoveStory #LivedExperience #LoveOutLoud
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Murder of #crows
In lands beyond the fading veil,
Where #shadows bleed, light turns pale
A #murder stalks on wings of night
That hide their true #demonic might.A #queen of carrion, pale and grand
Who holds a scepter in her claw-like hand
A #devil perched on #bone #white thorn
Where every sunrise #dies unborn.#horrorcommunity #horror #horrormovies #darkarts #horrorpoetry #crow #raven #originalpoem #ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇᴘᴀɢᴇ #poetry #poem #poemoftheday #monochrome #independent #viral #viralvideo
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Murder of #crows
In lands beyond the fading veil,
Where #shadows bleed, light turns pale
A #murder stalks on wings of night
That hide their true #demonic might.A #queen of carrion, pale and grand
Who holds a scepter in her claw-like hand
A #devil perched on #bone #white thorn
Where every sunrise #dies unborn.#horrorcommunity #horror #horrormovies #darkarts #horrorpoetry #crow #raven #originalpoem #ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇᴘᴀɢᴇ #poetry #poem #poemoftheday #monochrome #independent #viral #viralvideo
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Reading a few words that collected themselves together in my head yesterday as I reflected upon Yggdrasil and Wodan’s quest for wisdom.
#pagan #paganism #germanicpagan #norsepagan #Wodan #odin #poem #reading #originalpoem #poetry #writer #writing #druid #heathen -
Reading a few words that collected themselves together in my head yesterday as I reflected upon Yggdrasil and Wodan’s quest for wisdom.
#pagan #paganism #germanicpagan #norsepagan #Wodan #odin #poem #reading #originalpoem #poetry #writer #writing #druid #heathen -
Reading a few words that collected themselves together in my head yesterday as I reflected upon Yggdrasil and Wodan’s quest for wisdom.
#pagan #paganism #germanicpagan #norsepagan #Wodan #odin #poem #reading #originalpoem #poetry #writer #writing #druid #heathen -
Reading a few words that collected themselves together in my head yesterday as I reflected upon Yggdrasil and Wodan’s quest for wisdom.
#pagan #paganism #germanicpagan #norsepagan #Wodan #odin #poem #reading #originalpoem #poetry #writer #writing #druid #heathen -
Reading a few words that collected themselves together in my head yesterday as I reflected upon Yggdrasil and Wodan’s quest for wisdom.
#pagan #paganism #germanicpagan #norsepagan #Wodan #odin #poem #reading #originalpoem #poetry #writer #writing #druid #heathen -
She is not rage. She is consequence.
A poem of silence, frost, and return.
Call Her By Her Name — Karma.
🕯️ Read now on the blog.#poetry #gothicpoetry #karma #femininepower #darkpoetry #ivyandink #callherbyhername #originalpoem
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✨ Aurora Borealis by D.M. of Ivy & Ink — a dream of light, soul, and sky. A poem born of wonder, written in shadows and shimmer. Read, feel, and follow the flicker. #PoetryOfNature #AuroraBorealis #GothicPoetry #IvyAndInk #OriginalPoem #AtmosphericWriting #CelestialDreams
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𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 𝑨 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒘?) -
Is there any reason at all in these anxious days to write a limerick? Of what value is it? Where resistance from it?
#poetry #originalpoem #limerick #muse #hybridpoem #freeverse #unwoven #writersblock #humanism #write
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𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆" -
I account for the results of my fingertrap sestina experiment with a sample poem.
#sestina #poem #poetrystructure #formsofpoetry #hybridpoetry #experimentalpoetry #whirlingstill #originalpoem
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📢 new post on The Winged Life !
featuring the lyrics of « One Day, » a catchy pop number that is actually a prayer to the divine disguised as a love song…
🔗· https://poligraf.substack.com/p/one-day
#writing ✏️ #writerscommunity #CreativeWriting #poetry #lyrics #poems #OriginalPoem #indie #selfpublish #author #authors #PoetryLovers #TheWingedLife @poetry #faith #spirit 🎧 #Substack