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the demons overcome me at night.
six-word poem.
d.b.a
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denimnan · 2 days
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when i stop talking
don’t ask me why
been hurt too many times
i am just exhausted
for always being blamed
i will just be silent now
- N.R.K.
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getcareless · 11 hours
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Triolet Poem #60
As true as love and right as rain, let's hope the stars will light our way. As my feelings are as hot as pain, as true as love, and right as rain. Every lose can be a gain. After the night will come the day, as true as love and right as rain. Let's hope the stars will light our way.
"As True As Love", JEP
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robertjw4688 · 11 hours
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What will keep us alive
this time?
We share trauma
like a picnic
and the grass
is dead as a needle.
Looking back
at the epitaphs
of parents
and dreams, we
kiss under the rainbow.
Maybe we'll survive.
I hope you do.
Robert J. W.
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esuemmanuel · 2 days
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Hoy estoy aquí. ¿Mañana? Lo desconozco. Y, sin embargo, estaré… y seguiré estando, porque lo que Yo Soy es Esencia de lo Eterno.
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Today I am here.
Tomorrow?
I know not.
And yet I will be…
and I will continue to be,
because what I Am
is Essence of the Eternal.
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instruth · 2 days
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THE LINGERING TASTE OF THY LOVE
The taste of thy love lingers here
whether thou art far or near
I know the sweetness of thy love
my memory screens our evening stroll
down the blossomed garden, anointed
Our fingers in clasped sensuous touch
studying the starry sparkles in thine eyes
listening to the whisperings of thy voice
as we embrace under the Lovers Arch
crowned by the rainbowed bougainvillea
Beneath the shadow of a silvery moon
I catch the fragrant scent of thy presence
and I became fondly intoxicated
circling my arms around thy slimly waist
sniffing deeply with passionate care
Running my lips over thine slender neck
till at last our searching lips do meet
Oh! Our first ever tender loving kiss
to spur the throbbing of our hearts
by a splendor of grand togetherness
In thee I am captured, most willingly
in sweet surrender, my beloved
imprisoned in thy generous heart
An everlasting imprint in my soul
The lingering taste of thy love
©Johnny J P Lee
17 April 2024
A Gogyoshiren Poem (25)
Photo Credit, J. P. Lee
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writeblrcafe · 16 hours
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Webzine submissions open for writing!
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Dear writers on tumblr, pour yourself a drink on the house. We've been asking for editors for our webzine in the last few weeks (you can still sign up here). We are focusing on going into different worlds. Now, we can announce that we are accepting writing submissions for it!
Who can submit writing?
All writers can submit writing to our zine, whether you have already published other works. Or have previously shared other writing pieces on [tumblr] or Archive of our own (or similar platforms). Our editors will pick their favourite pieces for each category based on different criteria, the most important thing is how well the pieces fit our theme Portal to Another World.
What kind of writing can I submit?
We are open to any form of writing! You can submit any form of writing from poetry, prose, flash fiction, a short story, song lyrics or even a non-fiction essay. As long as it fits the theme and is unpublished. Our theme is Portal to Another World. Unpublished in this case means it isn't published in print or online. You can't submit excerpts from your WIPs when they can't be understood outside the context of your WIP.
Will you compensate me?
As much as we would love to pay all contributors, we don't have the funds. We discussed this on our server and decided we want our zine accessible to all readers. Understand this is a passion project, so you will not be compensated for your writing. The finished zine will be shared as a free PDF download with a pay-what-you-want option on our KoFi. The little money we make from the zine will be used to fund future projects of writeblrcafé (e.g. a second zine) and boosts for our Discord server.
Where can I submit my writing?
Just fill in the form below! You can submit your writing as a PDF file. The word limit for prose is 2500 words. The limit for poetry is 50 verses. You can only submit one piece of writing. If your piece of writing is longer, feel free to submit it. We will decide on a case-to-case basis. We hope many of you take this chance to collaborate on our webzine, which will be compiled in a compelling design.
Submissions for artwork will open soon!
Please reblog this post to spread the word in the writing community!
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ivynightshade · 5 months
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fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.
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heartofmuse · 2 months
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Why do I miss you when I shouldn't? What have you done to my soul that I think of you like this? Have you enchanted me without me knowing? Was it your soulful eyes or perhaps that melancholic smile? I'm drawn to you and I can't explain it. Do you think of me too and that's what I am feeling?
e.v.e.
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creatingnikki · 4 months
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another year is ending and I want you to know that it is okay if you:
have not healed from the things that happened/did not happen from six months ago. just because the year is ending it does not mean your grief is too.
don't have any "fun" NYE plans to ring in the new year. this life is yours to live across days and months and years, and you can celebrate days other than the ones heavily marketed and shoved down your throat to shroud you in severe FOMO.
have no resolutions or goals for 2024 laid out in elaborate lists or shared on social media or with your friends. you are braving through this life trying to do your best every day and hold the fort and so of course you know, deep down you know what is needed from you for you going forward and of course you are going to work in that direction. good luck love.
have not become a "better" version of yourself by any of the tangible or conventional measures. that kind of bettering is mostly to serve others, not yourself.
are not happy with yourself/your life as it is now. you're a work-in-progress, remember? and if you're progressing in a direction you do not like, then it's time to change the blueprints and the strategy.
take time off social media around this time to protect your mental health and whatever little joy you have managed to keep.
don't want to spend too much time reflecting on how this past year went and doing various forms of 2023-wrapped. again, it's your life. you can also revisit this year in memories and pictures and feelings whenever you'd like. it's not like you don't still visit 2012, 2017, and 2022, right?
feel disconnected from your friends, family, lover. I know this is "ideally" a time to be celebrated with your loved ones. but life is not ideal, is it? it's just life. and if right now you are not feeling the love, the joy, or just don't have the headspace or social energy to engage , that's alright.
are finding comfort in simpler things like a TV show from the 90s or that book you first read at sixteen or that slice of strawberry cake or a random post like this you come across.
don't feel hopeful, encouraged, or excited for 2024. given everything that's happened in the last couple of years, on the macro and micro level, it's only natural for you to feel weary as well as wary. when the good things happen, when the healing happens, when things begin working in your favour over time, you will automatically feel all those things. it's okay if until then you choose to be neutral.
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unmondefou · 10 months
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let me be your coffee
for you won't find anything
tastier than me.
and I promise
to turn your wake up
into a beautiful
sleepless night.
--- h.harouche
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threewordusername · 2 days
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what is a dream,
if only to wake up
living the same hell?
an endless loop of
coming and going,
living and dying; for
we all surrender to
our fate, one day.
like a scale,
our existence hangs
in the balance. we
take for granted
the gift of life.
"precarious."
d.b.a
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fatimaamerbilal · 8 months
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fatima aamer bilal, from days where my whole world is my bed.
[text id: september arrives like a twisted knife, and i always welcome it with open arms.]
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getcareless · 1 day
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Triolet Poem #59
It is better late than never. Otherwise, don't even bother. Though the place may be wherever, it is better late than never. Don't make others wait forever, you should treat them like your mother. It is better late than never, otherwise, don't even bother.
"Better Late Than Never", JEP
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robertjw4688 · 2 days
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This drip-feed
of distortion
and subtraction leaves
malnourishment
as salvation.
Tear the IV
from the vein
and worship
kindness
because these lives
are fragile
as standing water.
Robert J. W.
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esuemmanuel · 1 day
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If you are not aware that what you feel is linked to what you think and is resolved in what you do, you better stay away. Incongruity is an evil in the social sphere; let's try to avoid it as much as possible, learning to connect our three centers; life and the world will thank us for it.
Si no eres consciente de que lo que sientes está ligado a lo que piensas y se resuelve en lo que haces, mejor ni te acerques. La incongruencia es un mal en el ámbito social; tratemos de evitarla lo más que se pueda, aprendiendo a conectar nuestros tres centros; la vida y el mundo nos lo agradecerá.
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