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#poet on depression
inksplashgirl · 8 months
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Bird
My life is a bird
One that I once held with a violent desperation
As it left bloody scratches in my wrists
It’s wings beating my arms
Frantic to escape my grasp.
I held that bird with everything I had
And now
It is my friend
Sometimes it tries to fly away
But it sits on my arm and eats from my hand
Balanced on my fragile body
Clinging to the will to live.
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eccedentesiast-skies · 5 months
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You’ve grown into someone who would have protected you as a child. And that is the most powerful move you made.
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vodkatales · 2 years
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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
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hamoodmood · 7 months
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Albert Camus core
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rony-19 · 2 years
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ryn-stillstanding · 3 months
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thinking about how different things would have been if it never happened
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Sometimes it’s really lonely being me.
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The things you create don’t have to make sense! They can be messy and wild! They can be confusing and strange! They can be ugly and weird! Stop tethering your sense of creativity to what other people will accept. You deserve to create without inhibition.
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super-nova5045 · 23 days
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sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)
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misscrappy · 2 years
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That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….
Yeah, okay , cool
But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?
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inksplashgirl · 1 year
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Pull
Winter's claws are deep in my ankle
Pain flaring as it pulls at me
Always when I least expect it
So long, so, so long until spring
I throw myself against the windows
Desperate to taste the sun, just once
So many months left,
waltzing on the edge of the end
I don't know how to live when I'm so cold
My hands, my brain, my soul
My mind is a wasteland
shadows reaching out, clawing
to pin me down and strangle me slowly
I'm under seige
There's only one way to beat this thing
I have to outlast it
This wolf, it's claws, they don't last forever
It only seems like it
At least, that's what I tell myself.
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innerinkpoetry · 2 months
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It feels heavy to carry all this emptiness
-innerink
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sandygorange · 11 months
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i’m sorry mom, i miss you.
- sandygorange
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vodkatales · 2 years
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How can we be allowed to feel so much for people who don't feel anything for us?
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the-knife-in-my-heart · 7 months
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you were supposed to be the one. you were supposed to be different. you were supposed to be mine.
and all you ended up being was another lesson.
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thefangirlphenomenon · 11 months
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Books are a special kind of poison. They soothe every ache inside of you while making you long for things that don't exist. They make you feel alive while simultaneously making life seem more and more dull with every page you read. Reading makes you feel less alone and yet it creates an ache for companionship - the likes of which you will never know outside of those pages.
Books are a poison I wish I had never drunk, but now that I have - it's the one thing keeping me alive.
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