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enby-panick · 1 day

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

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ily-beyond-measure-carstairs · 6 months

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I think about you. incessantly; wholly; obsessively; achingly; lovingly everyday

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melloncolliegalaxies · 1 month

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round of applause for the women

who speak their minds like shotgun shells,

with shark skin protecting velvet hearts.

round of applause for the women

as silent and soft as the teddy bears

tumbling off a bed,

who hug like gauze,

giving more than they get.

round of applause for the resilient women,

plowing through chaos like riot shields,

who bottle up their blood

and then model it like makeup.

round of applause for the women we grieve,

radiant in memories,

who remind us how crucial it is

to live and love tenderly.

round of applause for the women

struggling to leave their beds,

the ones waging unwavering wars

inside their heads.

round of applause for petite women,

plump and tall women,

prosperous and poor women, all women

as long as they're kind women.

— round of applause

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gatheryepens · 4 months

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Untitled by me // Autumn Landscape by Vincent van Goh // To Autumn by John Keats // we fell in love in october by girl in red // Wooded Path in Autumn by Hans Andersen Brendekilde // quote by Friedrich Nietzsche // Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood //

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melancholic-voice · 9 months

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We should be talking about how beautifully insane Franz Kafka was

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27paperlilies · 9 months

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Does anyone else talk to trees.

There's a Willow tree a street away from where I live. It's stands lonely and big, surrounded by high-rise living quarters. I find myself muttering worries to them, that I had buried deep to my core, whether they can hear me? I'm not sure.

But I still feel a sense of companionship with this barked covered figure. At the truck I stand, with branches blanketing and blocking me for unforgiving hands. Perhaps they understand.

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poemsonmars · 2 years

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i thought that the poets

were just being dramatic

like they so often tend to do

until i met you, my love.

until i met you.

-mars

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selenepluto · 11 months

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Do you ever stop and silently allow yourself to feel a moment, and it's so overwhelming like this is life and its happening and one day it will be over. Will I remember this in ten years? When I'm old? I'll remember the feeling but I won't remember the smell of the corridors or the color or the carpets in this place or the exact view from the window. I don't want to let go,the way everything slips away from us in the end even memories. I wish I could hold onto everything together.

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lovediariesofanintrovert · 1 month

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“…and we drink our

coffee and pretend

not to look at

each other.”

— Charles Bukowski, Luck

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atbussysparks · 7 months

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I love dog motifs about being muzzled and trapped, stared in the eyes forced to defend, and slave away, and be the perfect companion of God. His faithful disciple. I love the metaphor of a "bad dog" being bonded and loving and protected with a family with no blood ties. I love the idea of a untamable and naturally unloved dingo or coyote being shown acceptance by a pack. I love when a rowdy dog is treated like they are too much or have rabies, and they're a big sweetheart truly, but they're punk. I love mental images of a dog chewing through the rope that ties them to a pole to get to their adult puppy, and they themselves are a puppy. But they heal their stunted growth by ripping the muzzle off the other adult puppy.

I love canine motifs.

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enby-panick · 3 days

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there is rich irony in the way i have grown so tired of life yet she refuses to tire of me

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ily-beyond-measure-carstairs · 5 months

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Deep in my heart, there is a storm I battle against the waves of emotions I harbour.

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tomoletters · 6 months

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Sometimes I think to myself my heart must smell the same as my room, full of smoke and blood and air thick with the sickly sweet fragrance of regret. Maybe if these wrists drip a little more, my inner child will learn what it means to win.

A victory.

A reward.

A choice.

I hope peace tastes like the clarity I've only known to last in the quieter seconds, where a favourite song plays and suddenly the rain doesn't drip quite as heavy as before. Where you're standing at a crossing next to someone and they smile at you and say "I like your t-shirt", and flustered you say back "I like your tattoos, thanks" and go your separate ways when the lights change.

Both better, neither changed.

Where you look in the mirror to see the face you haven't felt close to in years, no longer cracked.

A ghost's perfect portrait.

Date Written: 28th of October, 2023

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kaleb-is-definitely-sane · 1 year

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I miss you, Long for you. My heart is filled with An agonizing desire A blazing fire Many waters cannot douse A passion This weary soul cannot house. And yet we are separate, Not together forever But kept apart, together never. Our hearts, separated By oceans and hours, Trapped in prisons of pink flowers. If it were up to me, I'd wish our roses red. Light or dark, alive or dead, It wouldn't matter, not to me, So long as they were red. So long as we were free. I tell you, I would if I could, Paint them with my love, Marinate it in my blood, But I shouldn't, I know I couldn't. I tell you I don't care if they're Black or Blue, Pink or Yellow, Blood Red or White as Snow. But you know, I know, we all know That's not how the story goes. Because truth be said Pink or Red I. Am. Dead.

-A Prison of Roses

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melancholic-voice · 9 months

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The person I hate and the person I love share the same face and body

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27paperlilies · 5 months

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What is hiding behind tired lifeless eyes, traces of lonely crying; an old wound now calcified.

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