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[theriverlune]

Was it then?

Go ahead and wind the windows down

I feel the wind on my face

When did that stop making my heart race?

Do you remember when ages ago

the sun dusting everything in golden light

would have been just a moment to smile at

Not something to clench so tightly in my fist?

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[badge-does-stuff]

jack of many trades, master of some

i'm a jack of many trades;

why should it be all or none?

i'm a jack of many trades and a master of some,

because; why must i only choose one?

similarly, i'm a person of many names...

why should i have to stick with one?

i'm a person of many names; some chosen and some gifted.

why should i settle for just one?

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[tales-of-a-broken-mask]

Brief Immortality

A time-lost wanderer stuck on aspirations

Of knowing that this moment is brief.

A few familiar faces linger around,

As time remains constant for them

While my moments here are brief.

The curse of immortality makes the years into seconds,

A small blip of existence that gets forgotten.

They’ll be gone when time marches on,

And why should I get attached to someone so fleeting?

I’ll remain longer than them when the clock strikes midnight.

A body turns to ash then earth,

I stand near their graves in silence.

Unable to cherish something so impactful

When they disappear in a cosmic second

And getting attached means more pain when the bells toll. 

Wilted ambitions for cheerful banter,

Faded desire for small talk.

I can’t get the feeling of a connection,

Suppress the butterflies and keep the heart’s pace

So that when the dust settles I won’t grieve their memory.

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[crazypossumman]

the seven deadly sins {poetry by r. h. stoker}

the prompt on pinterest because i cannot find a better link to credit

1. the great king of the beasts roars, and in so he calls my name. bringing boldest men to war, i'm found in fortune and fame. filthy tarnish of the soul, i fester and grow deadly when man's heart i do control.

2. all that glitters is of gold, yet this is not my one vice. the wealthy men will grow old, while the poor will pay the price. but to me they owe their debt, for i'm the owner of all, and i will never forget.

3. i am seen in raging storms and in the bellows of men. of me the stoic man warns, but i take control again. violence is bred in me and war men cannot escape, for blood spilt is my decree.

4. i made honest men lose wives and taint what the soul calls love. seizing control of their lives with a gentle touch thereof. i will come to most in time, bitten lips and batted eyes, and with want they heed my chime.

5. what is yours should have been mine; what i have is not enough. you see want and things that shine, precious diamond in the rough. i see just what i don't have and how i plan to get it: all mine, unshared and unhalved.

6. energy is spent, wasted, and time is not so precious. good things come to whom waited; my mantra is infectious. do nothing and say nothing, and you will never do wrong, quiet, deadly, and cunning.

7. scavengers howl out my name and feast 'neath my watchful eye. i devour and feel no shame, but feel so starved i could die. never shall i cease to feed with the pigs that walk erect; we live, we feast, and we bleed.

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[jglassjars]

On Turning 20

I feel like a failure at twenty. Two decades of sand, Falling into a bottomless pit of wasted potential. How can I live in shadows smaller than me? An eye stares down in my parents home, each time I go to visit. Notebooks sit alone with stories I never did finish; A jack of all trades means little in a deck covered in dust.

Nineteen, with a world ahead. Really it's my own fault that the march is led by a Procrastinator, a Dreamer, a Wide Eyed Kid turned Tired Creature a Creator. A bloody stubborn, ink covered idiot Drawing plans by midnight until the shadows grow small.

16/04/23 J. Glassjars

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[dimwitwriter]

confessional poetry #3:

as a person

i fear these words are self absorbed

but as a poet,

these words

are the most valuable piece

of my entire existence

they are my legacy

they are the only children

the only life that will come

from my body.

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[opheliapenning]

~The romantic, powerful, cosy world of Outlander~

this was a little love poem i wrote after immersing myself in the novels and tv adaptation of this gorgeous world; inspired by the romances invented by diana gabaldon 

Ophelia Penning

(October 26th, 2022)

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[caffeinebzz]

The orbits in my mind

Are erratic and sorely confused

Based on a feeling I once had known

A feeling I always wished had grown -

The pain inside, was it as strong

As the feeling I've felt for so long?

Did you feel the need to hide

Every single time you cried -

And speaking of, why can't I cry?

Has my memory run dry

Or am I simply overwhelmed,

And so confused and scared as hell?

When thoughts abound

Of regret and shame

Your condolences on my stony name,

A fresh yellow flower that once was wet

Now a relic, a joy unkept

Sometimes I feel it's all too much

And if I could, I would hide away

From all the monsters and all the rain

But most of all

From my own name.

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[mileymooo]

shipwrecked

we are an ocean, a storming sea i want to dive into you, free me this prison of anarchy show me order as i beg on my knees kiss the sky goodbye above me and sink into the dark forever encapsulated by the loneliest heart

- M

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[poems-by-fredster]

Gentle

I think Gentle is my favourite word. I love the way she sits on my tongue.

I love the way she knocks on my door and how I'll let her in. How she sees me at my worst and how she smiles kindly anyway.

I wish I was Gentle. I wish I was like her.

I told her I have all this love to give that I have nowhere to put.

Gentle told me to give it myself, but I wanted to give it away.

She asks me "Why not do both?"

So lately, I've been loving others, knowing Gentle will help it return.

She doesn't knock on my door anymore. I gave her a key.

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[theriverlune]

Excerpt

Gently. Gently.

It's time to move on. Just like nature has moved on.

We should learn a lesson from nature about grief. Life goes on, yes.

But not without enveloping what was lost

with love and new life

creating something again

with your grief-stricken body.

Not replacing. Acknowledging.

Not forgetting. Giving.

Wildly. Wildly.

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[tales-of-a-broken-mask]

Falling in Love With You

It’s so hard to not fall in love with you

When you know what I love about you.

No matter how bland or bleak everything is

You could always put a smile on my face.

Walking through the falling flowers,

Gleaming with energy and excitement.

A smile with love and joy

Stretching across his cute face.

Fitting to his body like puzzle pieces

And pondering life as lovers.

As a fortress built to protect me,

Towering over all of my troubles.

A palace for me to explore,

A bed to sleep comfortably.

Gracefully striking to cheer me up,

No matter what we go through together.

A bond formed stronger than the strongest metals,

Souls fused by fate to always remain together.

Knowing he’s with me gives me strength,

And I’m sure I give him strength.

Bending our fate to our desires

And following the path we pave.

How could I not fall in love with you?

You’re just too perfect.

It feels like I’m not enough

And that I’m the lucky one.

I feel I don’t deserve you,

Even if the fairytale is true.

But you always make me feel lucky,

And I try to make you feel like you won the lottery.

Dancing our tango on the dance floor,

Knowing we met under starlight.

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[crazypossumman]

too late, i think {a poem by r. h. stoker}

tomorrow, i think,

will be far too late.

this fleeting desire

will have long passed me.

these dark hours at night

i hold close at heart:

the better person

i so long to be.

stronger and faster,

thin, wise, and well-dressed:

better, and maybe

good enough for me.

so i lie in bed,

close my eyes and grieve

that better person

i will never be.

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[jglassjars]

Ghostly Little Child

Small hands leave fingerprints on clay snails And the hardend clay of a backyard project. Ancient echoes carry as Small hands cup small mouths calling out, and cover small mouths crying out, Cower with small ears covered. Hands grow (Pianist fingers) And harness dark magic (Tear and scratch and Cut Cut Cut) and hold heavy pens to write curses that Lock little lips locked shut like lineage. Psychic sight sees (He is me) Whilst everyone turns cataracts covered eyes away from a child who Counts their breathes on the bus, and counts the house numbers On a street they cannot name.

A ghostly little child who still haunts silent summer afternoons. He screams in hallways, And he cries in bathroom stalls And he begs over clasped hands over shower drains, And I cannot heal them. I cannot lay them down in tiny coffins under hardend clay For no mourners would reminisce at their wake. No one knows the broken hearts I cannot heal, And they call to me No rest for the wicked.

5/11/23 J. Glassjars

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[badge-does-stuff]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Original Work Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Me & You (Best Friend; Not Reader), Me/You (Best Friend; Not Reader) (?????????) Characters: Me, You (Best Friend; not reader) Additional Tags: Poetry, feelings aren't fun, well some are but mostly theyre just confusing and frustrating, Feelings, Confusion, Whyyyy, why must this be happening, if you couldnt tell this is just poetry about my confusing feelings, also to the person this is about: leave, just in case you find this, i doubt that you will but, im going to regret this, Anyways, what is happening /gen, i dont like feelings, Fucking Help Me Summary:

a series of poems to my best friend

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[opheliapenning]

My love was a perennial. Blue, violet, crimson – whatever colour it needed to be. His was a daylily – there for a moment and gone without fanfare or notice.

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