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[londonblossom]

At the end it's the person we think about when we are half asleep, wishing they were there to hold you

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[kashimos-hajime]

His smile was like an ornamental knife  presented in a painted box, like warm, yet glaring sunlight,  like icicles melting, like cardboard ripping apart to be recycled like a stubborn hurricane with a tantrum and I was standing right in the eye of it,  like burning soup on the winter solstice, like  a thorny rose a hive full of bees and honey an overflowing river drowning the grass until it couldn’t  be anything else but green. Like the screech of a microphone, like the pachinko machines in Tokyo,  like metal against whetstone, a window shattering, a bone snapping back  into place in an antiseptic room, like a blinding eclipse,  uneven chair legs, like a wolf prowling the shadows, like the burn  of alcohol on an open wound, striking a match against sandpaper, the thunk of an arrow finding its mark, a cat hissing at his own reflection, like lemon wedges shoved into my cheeks like velvet rubbed the wrong way like a thousand paper cuts and not enough bandaids, like the Lochness monster who shouldn’t even exist, like a streak of paint, like being socked in the gut five times, enough to make me nauseous like knocking back cough medicine, like the light-headed sensation of getting the flu shot and cradling the bruise three days later.

— bittersweet (h.a.l.) | based on Sweet Like a Crow by Michael Ondaajte

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[nathanielorion]

the hunt

The afternoon is only barely melting into evening when we find  the corpse on the side of the road. A deer, yes? Yes, deer -- cracked open like a pomegranate from belly to arched neck,  ribcage yawning wide. I stretch the vowels of your name until  I feel my own jaw pop. How lovely the body is when it pushes  itself too far, how beautiful to feel the consequence. I have often  yearned for consequence, and a boundary within which to feel it,  be it your open questing arms or the uneasy threat of a car head- light’s yellow pool. The blood on the body is not vibrant unless  it is illuminated. The deer is murky-dark except for where the light catches black syrup and shames it red, and I know I am not this kind  of animal because I feel safe in the glow, where I am seen by you.  Is there another animal you’d rather be? (Dear, yes? Yes, dear --) I would give you either half of this wishbone, help you suck the marrow from the shank. Crack into this evening with me, take a  leg before the maggots come; fresh kill leads very quickly to rot  and not all rot gives you wine. Sometimes all you get is the dead and then you have to decide which part to eat, tossing dirt over  whatever is left behind. I have found that the predators are the ones  who know how to hold themselves still. Will you prove me wrong?  You tuck hair behind your ear and I see just where to put my teeth,  if I can bear to bare them, tonguing over an incisor until it stings. Trust tastes like copper, like rust, and I imagine my car’s body hovering over the deer’s like a wolf with its engine humming. It’s that sound that gives me pause. Rumble of engine, rumble of purr. There is nothing that I would not be for you. I would follow you, nice and quiet, until the flash of violence and slick hot spill. Wouldn’t you like that, to be quiet? Would you prefer I be nice?

#long time no poem :) #this one has been brewing for a bit can u tell i have been listening to the magnus archives? #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #badpoetsnet #poetrysupportnet

[neutron-stars]

exodus (08.17.20)

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[ashandabstraction]

a study in mourning | kmp

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[maddyperiez]

i used to shine,

i used to be gold,

now i find,

my soul has gone cold;

bu the fire in my eyes,

it never did die;

it keeps me warm,

it ignites my storm.

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[e-for-echievera]

Silver and blue flame

Burn through me, through my spirit

‘Till I’m naught but smoke

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[thatdepressedpoet]

why are crows considered a morbid bird

maybe cuz murder is the word for a group of them

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[jmsapphire]

"Cradled by a crown of gray rain

This morning's meant to be dreary

Slept off the tired but not the pain

Still echoes of last night's folly -

He kissed the sorry off his lips

supple and bitter and bleeding

Battered and bruised, healing

Theirs was an affair for keeps."

't'was years ago before he left'

- dragging on a chapter

to be the whole book

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[idiot-sandwich4]

I’m bad at poems but this is how I’m feeling so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Paranoia

Insecurity

These two things have become too familiar to me.

My perspective is shot

Doesn’t matter where I am,

How I feel,

Who I’m with

My thoughts are intrusive to the point of abusive.

I don’t know who I am and I can’t silence these two close “friends”

#adhd #bi polar #paranoia #insecutiry #insecure #original poem #bad at poetry #badpoetsnet

[windowtoyoursouls]

poetry teeters on the edge of insanity

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[londonblossom]

Hey guys,

Sorry that I am not active here but

I'm on Instagram as @londonblossom.poetry. Install the app to follow my photos and videos. https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=11k7d0graha7e&utm_content=8k71b9z

Thank you so much ❤️ and I hope you have a beautiful day!

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[kashimos-hajime]

ACT I

you are a serpent parading as a white knight and i am the maiden who knows better and falls anyway you are the master to my puppet strings but you don’t feel like a master and these don’t feel like strings is this what love is in the wake of devastation?

ACT II

this love was just beginning to bloom  this love still lives in the aftermath of your destruction i don’t want it to, yet it survives; an aching, somber thing in my chest it must be real. nothing else carves a soul hollow like love.

but it is not as heavy as my rage, an unsettled storm, the ocean before a flood you once said we were similar, you and i you may grow to regret that comparison. you will. i will make sure of it.

— vengeance will not be sweet, but it will be necessary (h.a.l) | written for @the-darklings

#sooooooo inspired by unravelling and COA by the-darklings??? #more likely than you think #i re-read bits of unravelling today and im like shi- #poetry #poetry crew #writing #pencap #userpopa #steebucks #dvoyd #caseysfam #poets on tumblr #badpoetsnet #quentin beck #quentin beck x reader #quentin beck x you #quentin beck x y/n #quentin beck x yn #spilled ink #mypoem

[nathanielorion]

MY SOUL IS A YOUNG FRUIT BAT

He awakens at sundown and stretches his soft hungry jaw, thirsting for the sun-burst pleasure of sinking tiny pinprick teeth into the yielding flesh of a mango.

He would bite the moon – the orange-yellow prayer that hangs heavy on the highest branch – but his calls to her do not echo back and there are other fruits to eat with small upside down baby hands and a face joyously wet with juice, wet with the consequence of wanting.

At dawn he will curl up in the tender hollow of my chest, folding thin-veined wings around the noise he makes to find his way back home to me. Vellum and high yearning sound (ah! ah! ah!) that my heart chirps back.

This is how I find my way to you. I cry out and you make the same cry, the taste of the call welling up sweet and green-gold-red beneath the curl of my tongue. 

I bend to kiss you and it is dusk again in my soul, your arms laced around me are my bat-box, my roost. My dim cave and the soft-near bodies of my family nestled close as well. In your embrace, the moon returns my hunger pang.

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[neutron-stars]

after the war (04.03.20)

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[holyempathpersonabear]

wonder

i say “hi” when i get home from practice

he says “bye” when he leaves for games

we sit in silence during car rides

and i wonder why

i wonder why i’m not good enough

why he hates me

why he knows nothing about me

and why i know nothing about him

is it something wrong with me?

until i start to think

and i think that maybe

blame is easier than accountability

because i have the power

i have the power to make an effort

to consciously try

but i don’t

instead i wonder

i wonder why

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