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autumnsunshine10 · 2 months

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Dear diary

How do I love myself again

When I'm not sure I ever really did

Maybe a time I claimed what was mine

Dropped denial and steeled my spine

When someone I loved wasn't put first

And I still carried out self-care

I cried and supplied needed comfort

I didn't get enough of growing up

And instead of dismissing what I felt

I acknowledged its validity then moved on

Before I let anyone else dictate my worth

Winter too far to freezingly squeeze

All vitality and assurance from my heart

I didn't need an excuse to love

Just the beat of my heart was enough

Every reason was reasonable

Back before I dissolved under the weight

Of expectations--taking credit for wrongs

That were never mine to right

How do I love myself again?

Tear out this page and start afresh

Forging forward on a blank new one

Writing to please me first and foremost

While sharing with those I care

Only that which I can actually spare

Prompts: rip the page out; all gone; excuse the reason

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creatingnikki · 7 months

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It's October 3rd and the first thing I think of is Mean Girls. The second thing is how much I crave spaghetti but how every time I am on a date or with someone I am just getting to know I never order spaghetti, always penne — it's easier to eat, it's less messy and isn't that what most people want to see and be themselves? I want to cook spaghetti but it's after midnight and I don't have the energy but the garlic and the olive oil and the freshly crushed black pepper call for me. But wait, first this, I need to write. The words need to come out. They have been brewing for so long but I couldn't decide if they should be made into a mocha latte or an iced Americano or a hazelnut Frappuccino so I let them keep brewing but now they must flow out even if as mediocre coffee. I've met more new people this year than last and in way more stable ways. Isn't that something to be grateful about? People I can have honest and good conversations with, people I can laugh with, people I can feel comfortable and safe with. That has become my new normal, the bare minimum, the benchmark. So maybe that's why I don't place any of them on the pedestal anymore or write obsessively about the time I spend with them. And that is a good thing. As good as anything has been this year. The seasons are changing. I am too.

#spilled ink #poeticstories #writerscreed #abstractcommunity #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #spaghetti #penne #pasta #spilled thoughts #october 3rd #mean girls #dates #friends and lovers #creatingnikki

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ginadope · 14 days

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whispering

The white butterflies, those Heart-shaped sweets And my daughter - the one my body betrayed - her precious hands The moment's creatures, all Strands in my braid

I do remember dreams My hair does sometimes Cover my face, and yet Space can only follow time One way, not another So who am I to Keep looking behind

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existential-celestial · 11 months

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do you know what makes me a little sad? finding out that a fellow writer's tumblr doesn't exist anymore.

but i take comfort in the words that they have gifted us, and in my imaginings i see them still writing: a verse on a diner napkin, a jumble of lines on a crumpled receipt, a whisper of words to a stray animal in their neighbourhood.

may your creation echo, little worker. may it shimmer against the sun.

#fragments #writing #nosebleedclub #twcpoetry #abstractcommunity #creative process #on writing #*#prayers

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soulfulreverie · 8 months

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bittersweet is the place where we rest our sore feet after dancing all night with a bottle of serotonin, oxytocin, endorphins, dopamine risky and raw on your cousin’s kitchen floor, a place where your hands find its way to the arch of my back, with you whispering, “I can’t breathe”, only for me to catch you smiling. bittersweet is how you tell me you admire everything about me in between inhales and exhales, sounding like a drunk person eager to have the next sip. bittersweet is when that bottle is empty and all that’s left of the bottles are wines and whiskeys and more nightcaps to sip out, what we both do not want to take away– like the night and the memories combined and the love that grew bitter and sour like the colors of wine. bittersweet is when you love me and i love you and we still couldn’t be together.

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theduskproject · 6 months

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a poem from the "snow pumpkin" series

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new-battalions · 3 months

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empathy in c minor pleading can you hear

i'm

in the wrong bath, i stare off like a soliloquy pacing hallways and kitchens i have a voice, somewhere i know but i lost it in the mirror

the Most Capable of sharing songs and art (nothing more)

how do i say to you i'm unwell, sick like a natural spring, without folding my arms, leaning back crossing legs, measuring wingspans

how do I say say say

King Night is here, asking me to be a person when it matters less

How do I function? Buy groceries? Talk on the phone? how do i live in my Name? with it, bastard thing conjoined to my hip radiation and coat racks labelled poetry

I'm breathing a spark of fire that never lights and I am to the rain a dancer interrupting her landing

#poem #poetry #spilled ink #poetryportal #abstractcommunity #recognizingthevoiceless #poets on tumblr #poeticstories #poetblr #writerscreed #poetry on tumblr #inkstay

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enslavedmind · 6 months

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how i know love // jay brooks

#writerscreed #brokensoulsreborn #poeticstories #abstractcommunity #spilled ink #spilled poetry #poetry by me #poets on tumblr #poetry #my writing #my poetry #love poetry

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dolores-hazy · 2 months

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Inversion

It's funny how things change

Faster than the blink of an eye

You might not ever know why

Even though it was worth the while

Can't yet look back and smile

With a gash still open wide

Clasped another double-edged sword

Cleaning and dressing the wound

Harder to do when not seeing straight

Wanting to not look back but unable to refrain

Masochism must be a claim to fame

Pain shadows every stunted move

Melancholy tainting every day

Sometimes for the better but still

It's sad how things change

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pelicandensity · 8 months

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"No matter how loud and chaotic the world may be, your love speaks silently to my gentle heart."

The Last Quiet Romantic

#last words #bvr #writerscreed #writtenconsiderations #poeticstories #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #spilled ink poetry #spilled words #twcpoetry #writers on tumblr #spilled poetry #inspiring quotes #quotations #life quote #bitsofstarglow #abstractcommunity #writers of tumblr

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wernerherzogshave · 2 months

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Poem To A Friend

There's something astoundingly tender in how you deny your own softness, it's okay, I get it; there are holes in the sky again, it's another lab-grown season, hard to love but twice as necessary to do so, in light shows and total ambient darkness. You're worth keeping. I'm hitting everything in the house, just trying to make it out alive. I know how this sounds; it isn't your problem; you are careful, patient, quiet, and lovely.

#poetry #writerscreed #poeticstories #writeblr #poetblr #twcpoetry #abstractcommunity #recognizingthevoiceless #spilled ink #poetry on tumblr #original poetry

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autumnsunshine10 · 5 months

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I could spend all my mornings

Wrapped up in blankets

Like this--your hand in mine

My head on your chest

Wallowing in our lazy Sunday best

Betting on endless tomorrows

The relentless sun seeks us out

Wishing to shine as bright and hot

No such luck but it gets us up

Still I sip my coffee with a smile

Drain the last drop while you wrestle

With the urge for a smoke

Instead you light on my lips

Zoom in till there's zero room for doubts

Then you're wearing my grin

As if it's always been that easy

Effortless, like nothing else

I've never known moments

Like this could exist

Prompts: you and I this morning; wrestling with smoke; still I

#smittenbypoetry #twcpoetry #poetryportal #abstractcommunity #prompted writing #original poem #inspired #love poem #lovers #in love #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #poetry #love #wnq writers #writerscommunity #poets on tumblr #desire #autumnsunshine10

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creatingnikki · 10 months

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This time I'll fill my apartment with furniture and books and wine glasses. I'll buy fresh flowers weekly and cook only breakfast and on the weekends. I'll go for walks and wake up and mediate in the am. I'll put on soft music after lunch and nap. I'll buy that ice sphere mold for my iced coffee and marble coasters and a full length mirror. I'll lie on the floor and have the sun shine on me. I'll lie on my stomach and read and annotate books for new friends. This time when my friend comes down to the city, I'll invite her over. I'll cook her a home cooked meal the way she did for me in a city I was struggling to feel at home. This time I will not deny myself of basic necessities and even luxuries because why else do I subscribe to the nine to five rat race but to also benefit from capitalism. In whatever marginal way I can. This time I will buy an oven and go to the cake materials store and buy everything I need to make cakes and brownies and bread. I will allow myself to fail at the first and second and even third attempt. This time I will have a bed and a bedside table. This time I will make nooks and corners. This time I will buy a rug. This time I will decide to stay. This time I will not fear uncertainty. This time I will make a writing space for myself. I will fix my typewriter. I will go for ukulele lessons. I will find a pool and a park and a pizza place. I will step out. This time I will rely on myself while building a support circle to also reach out to. This time I will not cry alone. This time I will not make love with my misery. I will not marinate in my intrusive thoughts. This time I will allow home to hold space for me. For those I love. For those I want to get to know. This time I will make it mine.

#notes to self #writerscreed #poeticstories #poetryportal #abstractcommunity #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #adulting #living alone #future house #home #hopeful #hope #spilled ink #second chances #self improvement #self growth #creatingnikki

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ginadope · 27 days

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Throat, heart, brain Make no mistake - those Baby teeth of his They never stood a chance Against the porcelain of yours

Can you guess how a dream is born? I will bring you some flowers Of my happiest summer The dewy dawn and her treasure Lights like eyes - Sculpt yourself anew Leave doubts in hell

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env0writes · 3 months

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.1924 “Another Off The List: Another On"

The hard part about having too much to do Is writing down a list The hardest part about writing down a list Is that it is one more thing to do On the newly formed list Of things to do Now there is one more thing to do DONE There is one less thing to do now On the long list of many things to do They are good things Careful, loving things Groceries, Dishes, Laundry, Sleep Taxes, Writing, Eating, Sleep Finding rest at end of day Finding words, to her, to say Getting out with strangers dare Knowing that the world doesn’t play fair There is so much left yet to do I wonder what comes next I wonder if you wonder too

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soulfulreverie · 8 months

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1. Have you looked at the back of the polaroid pictures they took of us? I scribbled some sweet remarks in there. I'm guessing you don't even check them anymore. What on earth was I thinking? [delete] 2. Look, I miss you. I hope it is as simple as that. [delete] 3. It hurts me that you passed up on the possibility of me having to come home to you after a terrible day at work, or the chance to have your arms around me and to wake up with you next to me. It's a shame you took that away from us. It's a shame you never even tried. [delete] 4. The books I read lately makes me feel like I should cut you off. We've only had this toxic, never ending cycle of you and me and our stupidity and having rebound relationships but we can't even talk about what we feel to each other. [delete] 5. Just...can you just let me know if you're at least happy? [delete] 6. Can I call you? I just wanted to hear your voice. [delete] 7. I never planned on loving you this much. [delete] 8. I'm not drunk. I only had a couple glasses of wine. No, scratch that. I had a whole bottle. Where are you? Call me. [delete] 9. Did her kisses felt divine like mine? [delete]

s.a., Texts I (almost) Sent You pt. 5

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