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fairydrowning · 1 year

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I want a simple and quiet life. I want ordinary things in life like a simple breakfast with my own family. I want a life where home is not just a place to live but instead it's a place where no heartaches, where no-one grieve over people or different things, where no one hurt or fear from anything. I want a house where we all heal and we raise a family that doesn't need to heal. A simple life where we all eat dinner together while laughing over simple things.

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mimi-from-heaven · 4 months

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Behold

Behold.

Witness.

I am death itself.

Behold.

Witness.

I am life as well.

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msmural · 6 days

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Aurora

Her voice is like the sweet taste of hot cocoa on a winter’s night.

It crackles and rasps, but it’s beautiful to me in ways I can’t fully know.

She glows like the sky overhead on just the right moonless flight.

Greens dancing around each other, giving the world a second glow.

Her hair is this delicate mess of curls,

But of course, she forgets to brush, despite her complaints.

Each morning I wake having dreamt of her touch, like a locked away pearl.

I desire things from her that betray the saints.

There’s this cold, icy sea between me and her.

Mountains and valleys that seem too far to cross, yet I know I just must.

Each moment I can feel myself grow closer to her soft pur.

Every day I feel this feeling I cannot control, this lust.

I think about her, her awkward sorrys, and cute giggles, each day.

Every morning is waking to the disappointment that she's not there.

I dream of a time when the ice melts and I can see her, perhaps come May.

I hope to unified fields of our universe, for an answer to my prayer

That which stands between us.

Time and money, such a vile beast.

I know that time will go by, and money accrue, so I won’t fuss.

I know that such time will only see my love increase.

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mimimurmurs · 1 year

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my heart is a

rotted peach

that sits in my chest.

too sweet

too soft

to be touched

without falling to pieces.

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toragay-writing · 10 days

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Another poem

I am working on a poetry book, that I'll hopefully be coming out with soon. Althouth I don't have the money to make a book no one will buy.

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summer-felt-free · 1 month

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The scars may have healed

But I still remember how they stung

This battle may be over

But there’s always a war to be won

We may get to enjoy the moonshine

But what if we lost the sun?

This game is dangerous

It’s best if I run

But I can’t

Because you’re standing in my way

A treacherous path, a reckless journey

It’s hard to say

Which choice is the right one to make

They could both lead to heartbreak

But if I play it safe

I might live with regret

And yearn to go back and undo the mistake

That is leaving you

Because if I’m being honest

You burn too bright to just be ignored

I can’t keep my mind from drifting to you

When I’m busy and when I’m bored

You’re skipping around my imagination

With a teasing remark and a million-dollar smile

And I just have to accept

That I’m going to be here a while.

There are reasons to be afraid

But there are also reasons to be brave

I don’t want to give in to fear

A life controlled by caution

Is a life of shame

Because those who live that life

Are in the coward’s lane

That used to be me

But now I want to change

Underneath it all, I’m still terrified

There’s a voice in my head saying that if I run away now, it’ll all be fine

But I think hearts were made to be broken

And my spirit will most likely be lost

If never on any of my ventures

Do I have to pay a great cost.

(Siri may or may not have written this. wink wink)

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cut-small-but-deep · 7 months

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The Pirate Hunter

The Beast Fighter

Both of them you knew

Yet you became the anti-hero

Times you spent alone

Writing became your only friend

Causes you dreamed of solving

Yet you became a cruel man

Your heart was made

By blood and gold

But where from whence you came

By blood and lost hope

You have suffered and betrayed

All that you were

For all that have died for your order

You have always left room to ponder

What might have been better

Was all but lost

Your heart, your soul

Your love, your son

You remain loyal to the end

For that you are thanked

You let your emotions take over

For that you are ridiculed

You wished for peace and unity

You were granted chaos and a broken dream

Now you see your family

Now you see your true love

You are written in history

But your legacy is tainted

A humble, broken child

A loyal, ruthless fighter

The Grand Master Templar

The one that could’ve had it all

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nervousloveheart · 10 months

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I was never meant to fly like the rest of you

I was never meant to fly like the rest of you. I was never meant to see the world from a birds eye view, above the clouds with the sun glistening on my feathers. I was never meant to feel life like that, to feel the world like that.

Instead, I was meant to spend my days crawling, sometimes stumbling over the endless miles on our earth, putting one foot in front of the other.

But I don’t mind. They can’t see the beauty that I do. They can’t see the tiny blades of dewed grass in the morning, they can’t see the grains of sand on a beach rolling out with the waves. They can’t see the footprints on commonly traveled paths that connect people from all walks of life, they can’t see the ripple of water on the surface of a lake.

They will never know what they’re missing.

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In this poem, I described things high off the ground and in the air to represent neurotypical people’s way of thinking and the way the world was built to accommodate them. I described things close to the ground to represent the way neurodivergent people are often focused on one thing and how they can see the beauty in some things a lot easier than others can, and because the way they see things is different to the way neurotypical people do. Flying does not equal success, you can’t find diamonds if you’re not digging in the dirt.

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aloe-does-stuff · 3 months

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Snow begins to fall

Covering the land in white

Desperate and bright

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soulinkpoetry · 2 months

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The voice of the heartbroken sounds like tears.

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losingjude · 4 months

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kind of sucks but idk pls gimme pointers

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fairydrowning · 1 year

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– Yesterday I Was The Moon, Book by Noor Unnahar

[TEXT ID: how dare you call / an arrangement of bricks my home / home is the comfort / built with my mother's words / home is the art piece / my sister hung on the wall / and / home is all the people / who make my heart feel at ease END ID]

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mimi-from-heaven · 2 months

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What these eyes could feel?

its a long poem today.

When you are sad, you cry.

You cry, without discretion.

It irritates me, who never had a chance.

When you are mad, you yell.

You yell at others without sympathy.

It irritates me, who never had a chance.

When you are happy, you smile.

You sound so happy when you talk.

It irritates me who never learnt how.

So when you ask me.

“Why do you look at me with such eyes?”

I will say to you.

“Nothing.”

With these eyes you’ve seen before.

They are not friendly.

They are not happy.

They are not angry.

They are me.

I will always look at you with these eyes.

You are no use to me.

I won't smile at you.

I won’t get angry at you.

I will be me, not you.

Not you who can love.

Not you who can hope.

Not you who can look into these eyes and smile.

I envy you.

I hate you.

I love you.

I care about you.

Everything I see is you.

When you look at these eyes you don’t fear.

You don't hate.

You don't love.

You are you.

I’d hate to say these words that go around in my head.

And spill from these eyes.

I’d hate to know the meaning of the one’s that spill from my fingertips.

If I did, some might need clarification.

Others might start to hate me.

Your mood shouldn't affect those around you.

Your voice wouldn't be the only thing in my head.

Your face wouldn't be the only thing in these eyes.

Your love shouldn't be the only thing I know in this heart.

They may call this obsession.

But I call it,

What these eyes could feel.

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msmural · 1 month

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What I was.

What I was isn’t me now.

Broken, that is what I am now.

A shattered thing, with no soul left.

Eyes drawn half shut as sleep demands I cede my mind to it.

Permanently.

But I refuse, too stubborn to die today.

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Though, on second thought, perhaps I should close my eyes.

Never forced to anguish at the dawn’s call, upon a Monday.

Or to force myself up before the sun cared to do the same.

I’ve grown to hate the flowers and sunsets and the bittersweet taste of sugar.

I think I used to like it.

That was part of me.

A child, one with little wit for the terrors of life ahead.

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The longer I go now the harder it becomes to keep myself from that ledge.

I nearly did it too, twice in the same night.

Yet I didn’t.

I sit here to relish in my own misery.

These things I’ve tried, medicines, treatments, plans.

The damned fluoxetine, CTB, or weekly meetings.

None of it works, not anymore.

They say it’s because I’m not trying.

I say that when I tried it only got worse.

They politely call me a liar, and we go on with our lives.

Me falling apart ever more, and they with my picked pocket.

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I was a boy, once upon a time.

A stupid little boy.

Who’d run around telling smarter people they were wrong.

I still get to tell people their wrong, though they lack the mind to understand why.

He thought there was no limit to what could be known or done or dreamed.

I still dream, though they feel like nightmares now.

He got mad, he wrongly displayed, sure, but he hardly knew better.

I still get mad, I break things.

I miss those days.

What I wouldn’t give to go back there.

Childhood.

It’s right there, I can see it!

But it’s gone now, separated from me by the ever growing seas of time.

I regret not using my time to learn.

I regret not having learned to draw when I had a steady hand.

I regret refusing to learn to code because it was too difficult.

I regret not having fun.

I spent my time alone and bitter about it.

No, instead I spent it afraid of my inner self.

Cause I wasn’t free of self-loathing, was I.

I’ve always had it.

Creeping over me, seizing my body out from under me.

It was just a matter of time until it fell.

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What was I?

I was growing up.

I might be different than most.

But I’m me, for better or worse I suppose.

And when I ask myself, would I do this all over again?

I can’t say I wouldn’t.

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small-sinclair · 1 year

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Vincent

To fall in love

With the scars on your face.

To know comfort

With the smile on your lip.

Woe to the Summer Skies

The clouds caught in your eyes.

Bring back your rain

And I’ll bring the stars.

Oh, to fall in love

With the scars on your face.

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poeticstern · 8 months

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- Torn by P.S.

My only attempt at Contrapuntal Poetry [two or more columns which can be read vertically & also horizontally across, in multiple iterations or combinations. It can be as simple as an intuitive conversation between two voices

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