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getcareless · 2 months

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Triolet Poem #14

They say that nice guys finish last. That's why I will never be first. 'Twas a myth to me in the past; they say that nice guys finish last. Please kill me now and make it fast. I've already gone through the worst. They say that nice guys finish last. That's why I will never be first.

"Finish Last", JEP

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mega2wheellife · 2 months

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the one place

we try to talk

but it is as if

we speak different tongues

holding misunderstandings

from the beginning of time

he comes from

the one place

lives out his days

will die there

sure he’s travelled

taken package tours

with an on tap guide

a day to day itinerary

& me

the wanderer

not living where I was raised

trying to fend off

the stench of all that

seeking out the strange

looking to find better ways

peering round corners

following this muse

into mischief & fun

will not die in the one place

where I was born

cannot live out my days there

so we talk in different tongues

to misunderstand

neil benbow

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imafuckinggrimreaper · 16 days

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and suddenly all the midnight conversations in my head were with you

#oh girl #sad shit #midnight thoughts #love quotes #life #life quotes #poetic #poetic shit #depressing shit #heartbreak #love #on friendship #late night thoughts #someheartbrokenpoemsaboutlove #on love #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets

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j-eryewrites · 1 month

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The other day for my painting class I had to write a narrative for my painting. I read to the class and one of my classmates said “Wow, you write fanfiction or something? I’ve gotta start reading your stuff.” When I tell you I went red. Like how could they tell from a silly little narrative?!

#funny shit #called out #fanfics #writer things #I guess my writing gives off the fanfic vibes #poetic shit #fanfiction #random thoughts

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atombombicarus · 2 months

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Throwback to a few months ago where I read my poem about being manipulated into the Mormon church to the memorial of Joseph Smith in Vermont.

Anyway fuck Joseph Smith.

#exmo tag #ex mormon #slam poets on tumblr #some of my poetry #slam poetry #poets on tumblr #poetic shit

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tiedyegadfly · 5 months

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I want to know my blind spots. They are likely located in the places I trust my perception the most. If I am not looking at my activated feelings, they are probably hiding behind them. Those spots have those feelings to protect me from stepping into a contradiction, which I’m afraid will be painful to resolve. Don’t be afraid. Step into the grey, and stand there letting it rasp against my skin. Let it rage in tension and friction until it breathes easy. Until that contradiction is no longer a danger, but an area of growth.

#spilled ink #poetic shit #witchcore #poets on tumblr #self care #self exploration #photographers on tumblr #real life #dark aesthetic #darkcore #spiritual shit #spiritual stuff #gadfly speaks #naturecore #original photographers

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sweetfreedom2107 · 14 days

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3:26 A.M Sidewalk

You dig knives into me in order to carve me a heart, but I'm bleeding out all over your armor.

You're trying to bring me down but it's not like I could anyways make it any further.

You excuse your acts of cruelty towards me saying it's love

And I accept it because I wouldn't know what is supposed to be love anyways.

Am I letting you stay around even if you don't need permission? Yes.

I'm clinging onto my abuser.

Because I can accept love in whichever form it is

Even if it skins me and leaves me raw on the 3:26 a.m sidewalk.

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clockworkbee · 2 years

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Soft shit between fictional characters always gets me

like Cardan holding Jude's hand, like Julian and Emma having a secret way of communicating, like Neil burying his nose in Andrew's neck, like Achilles and Patroclus rubbing noses waking up, like Lazlo sleeping just to meet Sarai in his dreams, like Jesse brushing Lucie's hair, like—

#it always hit hard #jurdan #blackstairs #andriel #patrochilles #lazlo x sarai #ghostwriter #blackdale #the folk of the air #the dark artifces #all for the game #the song of achilles #strange the dreamer #the last hours #books #poetic shit

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childofthewargod · 3 months

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𝙰 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

A world fading to pieces, crumbling before the eyes, it becoming colorless. Lifeless. Meaningless. To wake up into a world that was in pieces, a world filled with life she could only dream of, for that dream to come true. One in a multiverse, not the only one to have existed, a life that couldn't be made anywhere else.

Paintbrushes dabbing gently on a canvas, a blooming artwork, made with love. The purple and red, intertwining with each other, a magenta hue surrounding them. A warmth, tingling thoughts when separated, fluttering hearts of each other's smile in their heads.

Painted graffiti in the corners, evident on their fingers, the found culprits. Sunflowers and lavenders intertwining roots with each other from beneath the ground, growing together, dying together. Sunlight caressing her face, his hand caressing hers, gold around their ring fingers.

Streets lamps flickering, darkness taking over brightness as the sun goes down, crime settling itself comfortably between them. The ugly side of the night, dangerous and deadly, hideous. Moon standing out in the sky, stars sparkling, skin coming in contact with bed sheets for a well deserved rest. The beautiful side of the night, safe and heavenly, comforting.

Orange and red, black in between, red hands staining white gloves. Heroes in both universes, a universe they don't know, a world they don't know. It's safer here, calm and nice, peaceful.

Earth-1610, a world that wasn't supposed to be hers, yet it became hers. It's not safe, to stay somewhere that couldn't keep her for long, she's staying however.

Snowflakes falling between her palms, melting away, more coming down. Looking down at the city, at New York City, upside down. Cheek resting on his shoulder, head resting on her head, on each other.

A world that wasn't hers, a world that was theirs, to share.

Iron gauntlet next to her head, gloved hand on his cheek, eyes on each other. Matching scars to add onto their love, the love they held to their world, despite of its flaws. Perhaps their world wasn't as blessed as theirs, earth-42 having not such of a great luck, yet it's their world.

A reputation they build for themselves not necessarily being good, not being bad either, vigilantes were known to complicated feelings by others. Their feelings were strong, the shades of purple that represent them, their broken yet stable world.

Wilting flowers, roots intertwined and alive deep inside, never having broken down like they have on the outside. A cold heart melted down by eyes that were broken like glass, the light reflecting itself on the pieces, back to his heart. The Prowler wasn't heartless, his assistant held his heart, taking it home with her and keeping it safe.

Two separate worlds, having it's flaws, having it's good and bad. Something in common, an undying love held by the ones that live there, different yet same people. A heart like theirs, life like theirs, pain like theirs.

A world isn't always perfect, their worlds certainly weren't, that's true and it's a fact. Something about it contracts to one another, connecting together, melting together. Suffering together, fading together, doing everything together.

It's not perfect, there's no denying such thing, because it's nothing but the truth. Red having stained the concrete before, salted liquid cascading down their cheeks, hitting the ground. There's no denying that, perhaps not necessarily a world you'd expect someone to live in, yet they do.

She wants to stay there, despite the glitches on her body, the electrifying hurt coursing through her body whenever it happens. It didn't matter when holding onto something that was useful, preventing such from happening, to stop it.

It’s a world that was meant to be only one person's, and it somehow became hers, when her eyes could only remember seeing white from where she's previously belonged in. That wasn't her world anymore, it was gone now, there's no reason for her to return there.

No more.

#oc x canon #across the spiderverse #miles morales 1610 #miles morales 42 #Poetic shit

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girlwiththeladybugtattoo · 1 year

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I wrote a piece on 27 things I’ve Learned as a Writer for on my blog ‘Mad Seasoned’. Give it a read 💖 • Film shot by IG: getchamans 💫💫

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fischervladi · 1 year

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Hey everyone. It is going to be the last poem of this year. This year has been challenging for many, including myself. Although it doesn't feel right to complain about my seemingly painless difficulties when so many people lost their homes and loved ones in a military aggression unseen in Europe since the ugly days of World War 2.

Regardless of the outcome, people are enduring creatures, and we often manage to overcome our problems. So that's why I wish everyone in the upcoming new year to grow and not dwell on our obstacles and use them as an opportunity to grow.

Next year I plan to change up the format of posting poetry online and, hopefully, will positively surprise you in my journey as a writer and a poet.

I will see you next year!

Thoughtful image by @shklyaevmax on Unsplash

#poetry #poetic shit #my poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetsandwriters #poets corner #poetic #poetry of tumblr

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mega2wheellife · 2 months

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for this revenge?

would she

be happy

for this revenge?

me becoming haunted

these long years

seeing her

everywhere

a shape of head

colour of hair

eyes

flashing in the sun

that crooked smile

for her

to know

that I miss her

on the longest nights

that winter brings

not having her

to talk to

play music

make love

talk with

feeling that love

neil benbow

#poeticstories #twcpoetry #writerscreed #poetryportal #poetry on tumblr #original poetry #poem #poets #writers #(c)neil benbow #poetic shit

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jonsaviours · 1 year

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Cecilia my divine wound.

If you find me, Cecilia,

It won't be because I wished it,

and if you ever did

It would no longer be me,

I'll be a canvas of flesh devoid of truths and absolutes

How was I ever here if I barely recognize reality

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wagabondisticsoul10 · 8 months

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love ? what is it ??

i replied with my soul crushing inside "love is ineffable, it can be pain , can be a healer, can have a thousand and more meanings to it in each and every language but , still it is a language only a few understands ".

-jyotsana

#aesthetic #nostalgia #poem #poems on tumblr #photography #neil gaiman #pain naruto #pain relief #spilled poetry #relatable quotes #love poem #heartache #poetic shit #words

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mar-the-magician · 10 months

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Some things are so poetic and yet so hard to write poetry about

Like

When I was seven I freaked out and got super happy about having orange juice at my grandparents place.

And now years and years later, they make sure they always have orange juice whenever I come to visit.

Like???

That’s fucking poetry bro

#mar’s musings 🪄#musing with mar <3 #poetry #kinda?#kinda poetry #poetic shit #poetic #personal shit #personal

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tiedyegadfly · 6 months

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Art is a practice over time. Most everything is a practice over time.

When I focus on how much I have left to fill in my cup on the journey towards mastery, I end up feeling like my insignificant drops will never amount to anything, and it would be better to not even try. When I notice how much I filled already, it seems like I got here in the blink of an eye.

Glass half empty, or half full?

Thought & light doodle by @tiedyegadfly

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#artists on tumblr #spilled ink #poetscommunity #poets on tumblr #witchcore #naturecore #cottagecore #original photographers #poetic shit #female poets #poets corner #photography #photographers on tumblr #gadfly speaks #thoughts #nature

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