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sugurusmoon · 2 days

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I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

If You Forget Me

~Pablo Neruda

🖤♾️🤍

Artists Unknown, found on Pinterest, please tag if known thx 💜🌙

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psychastria · 2 years

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simran, full of emptiness

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enby-panick · 9 days

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so this is love— a bruise so tenderly inflicted that it never fades away

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mysterieuxclairdelune · 1 year

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“There's plenty of artists who don't have exhibitions. There's plenty of art that's never seen. And I think I'm intrigued by that. Making work that does not have a destination has it's loneliness and it's sadness about it. Many artists endure that for their entire lives, and it's heroic. The novel that never gets published, should it never have been written? Of course it should be. It's making a fantastic contribution to the culture of the moment because that individual has that huge urge to do that without any other qualifying pressures. Those are my sort of private thoughts that I think there's a lot about the art world and the way we experience art that's fantastic, but I think there's a lot, that's not entirely spoken about or recognized, which is the unseen and the unknown and the creative act as a deeply private experience.”

-Phyllida Barlow, via art21 on Instagram (x)

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thepastisapebbleinmyshoe · 3 months

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I loved him, In tangled sheets, and half asleep.

he loved, the stranger beside him, a beautiful disaster, he thought he could keep.

with a soul too wild, to be chained to him. she dreamed, of paradise.

He craved control, and the thought of forever, touching his own lies.

We're Not Lovers

#ptsd poetry #poetry on love #poets cafe #writerscreed #original poetry #poets on love #grief poetry #poetry and art

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starmothpress · 5 months

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Our love feeds the stars

Sprinkling the dust of hope across our bones

A cosmic epiphany

Within our very own skin

#dreamy #ethereal #abstract art #abstract #mixed media #collage #journal #art journal #sketchbook #artist #cosmic #stardust #poetry and art #poetry #spiritual poetry

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gloomyjadee · 1 month

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*ೃ༄ About me *ೃ༄

Jade

(Basic info...)

she/her- capricorn - artist - writer - new to tumblr!!

(what do i write...)

☆ personal books/stories

☆ ships!! (zutara, dramione, etc...)

☆ daily blogs :3

☆ rambles

☆ the occasional drabble

☆ art!!

☆ aesthetic boards for characters/ocs

(DISCLAIMERS...!!)

-i write smut!! I will put content warnings on anything containing nsfw content <3

-some stories may contain sensitive topics, gore, action, violence, or otherwise gross stuff (dead dove do not eat.) All triggers will once again be put before any posts.

-i do NOT write CNC, Illegal age gaps, R*pe, or any sort of torture porn. Please do not ask, this will result in a BLOCK.

( DNI...)

-if you are going to be negative or provide criticism on something in which I DO NOT ASK FOR CRITISCISM. (if i state i want criticism on a piece, feel free!

#poetry #poems #writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writer #dramione #zutara #fanart #art #introduction #introductory post #books #reading #book lover #books and reading #poetry and writing #poetry and art

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cruisingxdystopia · 5 months

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My City Dreamscapes Are Shaped Like Pigeons with Prisons on Hold, Unheld in a 'New York City, Learn Gentle' type of Way, ©Leigh Phillips, PhD Poeting these Lines of Flight

#artists on tumblr #digital art #net art #new media art #digital collage #digital artist #digital illustration #graphic art #glitch aesthetic #overlay #computer art #urban landscape #artists of tumblr #my art #poetry and art #nyc art

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poetpriestesss · 3 months

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Daughters of the Sea

She turns her head slowly,

Serpents undulate and writhe about her neck and shoulders

A gown of white and gold flows from her body

It's as if a lifetime is passing by

Like the ships that sail close to this place

Hoping to catch a glimpse of the Gorgon

That calls this rocky outcrop her home

She moves so slowly that I've held my breath

Only to realize that she looks exactly like me.

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nisreensartworld · 9 months

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As I was looking through my photo gallery, I found a picture of a painting I did at the age of 14 or 15.

At the time, I was lonesome, and didn’t fit in at school. One of the few things I did to get rid of that stifling feeling was writing down poems from all over the world in my notebook.

A poem called “Paper Boats” by the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore was one of my favourites, and inspired me to paint this image of a boat. You'll find the poem on the following website too. <https://www.poetrybyheart.org.uk/poems/paper-boats>

This also made me realise I haven’t done paintings about poems for ages. Maybe I will start it again.

#my art #when i was younger #rabindranath tagore #poetry and art

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gentle-author · 3 months

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Spirit

My heart loads poems

And poems are loaded in my heart.

Oh soon my spirit

Will no longer be enough.

Cruelty always tends to be apart

Apart of literature and poetry and all that.

Satisfying the world isn't it like that?

A mind full of culture that gets drown in a heart.

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psychastria · 7 months

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simran.

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enby-panick · 4 days

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even love, it seems, dies.

only to be born again, a true phoenix that lives in the cages of our beating hearts

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mysterieuxclairdelune · 2 years

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I wish you were

still just a

human to me,

I don't want

to look at you

& see poetry.

-k.p.k

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thepastisapebbleinmyshoe · 2 months

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In a matter of months, the tides began to turn, an aggressive slight of hand, crooked glances sweep, quietly over my shoulders. She no longer idolizes, kindness or gentle words, disillusioned by compassion, naively she sits a little closer, breathing in the calm, before the storm.

Looking at me intensely, as I observe her disdain, for a phantom reflection, that doesn't exist, so cold, she despises her self- image. I made myself right at home, crawling into this space, with her rage, and bitter hate that's constant and relentless.

Quietly, I begin to feel afraid, disoriented but standing still, who am I in the room with? seated beside her, I feel ill. She feels so familiar to me, with a skewed perception, that's never been my reality.

A delicate web engulfs me, falling into open arms, I am quietly guided away, from her narcissistic grip. I designed my own escape, and the person who returned, was worth tearing myself apart, to uncover the young woman, who's bravery and courage made me who I am today.

Be Your Own Light

#poetry and art #spilled ink #writerscreed #poetry and writing #self awareness #be your own light #creative writing #2024 art

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starmothpress · 6 months

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