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die-rosastrasse · 1 year

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#Edith Södergran #quotes #words #literature #poetry #poem #poetry excerpt #spilled words #spilled ink #poetry of the day #poetry on love #poetry on tumblr #poem of love #love poetry

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lifeisshortandyouarebeautiful · 7 months

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"Don't dare her to be different, she already is. Dare her to be herself."

I really love this quote.

I need to find the strength to embrace my true self. Time and time again I mirror those around me, and disguise myself as something I think people want me to be. I become a diluted version of the bleakest parts of me; void of any individuality, personality or substance.

The mask I choose to wear is dull compared to the raw joy that lies beneath it. But, I wear it for fear that my smile will intimidate those around me; and my sparkle blind them. I hide in hopes of becoming a more palatable and acceptable version of 'myself', I have lost all the light and colour from my world. I am camouflaged, invisible.

I want to find myself, my true self. I want to turn the light back on and be unapologetically me.

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captainpirateface · 1 year

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Hello, big internet world.

I am Captain PirateFace.

Lifetime writer and poet.

Survivor of stupid shit and a million broken hearts... All my own, of course.

Below, you will find a sample of my silly attempts at poetry and prose. And my purging of deep, beautiful, and sometimes painful thoughts and feelings.

And on the bottom of this post, if you feel so inclined to do so, you can find a link to purchase my book of poetry.

I, of course, cherish and appreciate any support you can give.

Love, #CaptainPirateFace

Again, of you would like to help give yoir support and purchase my current book of poetry here is the link below. Much Love.

Check out #CaptainPirateFace's book!

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wearethepoemspoetry · 9 months

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When a Man Writes a Poem

After he writes a poem, a man may talk to his dog with a great loneliness as if, just then, he had given away all his worthwhile thoughts. And if he has no dog, he may turn on the radio quietly when he feels so alone to confirm that somebody else knows how to write words made of stone. If he has no radio, he may sit on the porch at midnight, breeze in his face, the smells of summer, a glass of whiskey. If there is no whiskey, then beer. He may suck the bottle clean with his thirst. Later, lying awake, he may hear locusts chirping, crying out to find their mates. If there are no locusts, then the blue noise of June that tells him life is bigger than any word he writes. He knows his sadness will only get worse, according to some law.

So he writes another poem, and repeats the cycle all over again.

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cosmicbirch8 · 11 months

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thebittertasteofalmost · 8 months

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A fire that knows your name.

#poetry #poem #writing #spilled ink #spilled words #poets on tumblr #original poetry #original poem #my poetry #poetry of the day #poetry of tumblr #poems and poetry #trauma art #vent art #trauma #abuse #angry poetry #angry poem #a lamb in a family of teeth

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kaywrites23 · 8 months

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I love just being able to see you, even if neither of us have anything to say.

Your presence is a relief after years in the endless whirlwind of life.

#poetry #original poem #writing #poetryforthesoul #thoughts #writers and poets #poems and quotes #motivational poem #love poetry #short poem #love poem #poetry of the day #romantic poetry #love #life poetry #love notes to no one

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theminisonproject · 10 months

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The priestess of

patience. Waited

twenty years,

"Penelope" by Bex Hainsworth, pg. 20

Visit the minison zine archives to read more writing from Issue 16!

#theminisonzine #poetry #TheMinisonProject

#greek mythology #the odyssey #mythology #writeblr #creative writing #bookblr #lit mag #writers on tumblr #poetry community #poets of tumblr #poetsdaily #poetry #prose #spilled ink #poetry of the day

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lightyagamismentor · 10 months

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a small part from a poem I’ve written 2

“I never saw her coming. I never thought my emptiness will not be in vain – or the endless endured pain – of searching for wholeness in a lifetime of sole remains.

people were blind-sighted; she was chosen. I was present; third-eye open. My soul suddenly yearned for hers; eternal devotion. Anointed — she stirred emotions within me I thought were deceased from time immemorial – everlastingly gone and broken.”

-Mehad

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conjcosby · 6 months

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Scaredate: 202310.24 ▫ Keep a weather eye on my TikTok page (ConJCosby) this afternoon or early evening. 😊🙏 #poet #poets #poetry #poem #video #post #poetvideo #poetsvideo #poetryvideo #poemvideo #poetpost #poetspost #poetrypost #poempost #poetoftheday #poetsoftheday #poetryoftheday #poemoftheday #poetoftheweek #poetsoftheweek #poetryoftheweek #poemoftheweek #poetoftheworld #poetsoftheworld #poetryoftheworld #poemoftheworld #worldpoet #worldpoets #worldpoetry #worldpoem

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qaasid · 2 years

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#Thom gunn #poetry #english poems #english poetry #english literature #poetry of the day #Fine poetry

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 1 year

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ugly ; im so tired of looking in the mirror

and not seeing the goddess I want to be

hiding my skin with an array of masks

gorging my eyes out

when I look at us

me and myself in the mirror

I crack myself open into two

hoping one of the other versions of me

sprouts and turns into a butterfly

this dysmorphia is causing me to go mad

perishing my self

to the dungeon of my room

hiding in the tomb

away from the sun

away from the world

so I wouldn't have to deal with the pain

that my insecurities give

'mom, why cant I be pretty?'

#poem #selfhate #self hate #self love #poetry #ilovepoetry #poetry reading #poetry of the day #poem of the day #sad poems #sadness #mysticism #love poems #short poems #long poems #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #poets of tumblr #im a poet

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nixieofthenorth · 1 year

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Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tears you apart.

Haruki Murakami

#Haruki Murakami #Quote of the Day #poetry of the day

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captainpirateface · 19 days

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I love crows, ravens, and blackbirds.

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wearethepoemspoetry · 8 months

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Lockdown, Lockdown, Lock the Door

I remember a song I sang in kindergarten class about the six flags Texas was once ruled by,

the lyrics in pretty colors on the chalkboard so we wouldn’t forget the words.

Spain, France, Mexico, the Republic of Texas, the Confederate, the United States of America!

I remember the tune to this day, thirty-two years later. It gets stuck in my head when I try to sleep sometimes, repeating over and over.

But the song on the board has changed in kindergarten classrooms. The five-year-olds have a new song in pretty colors that they memorize, one that will play in their heads decades later when they try to sleep.

It’s written in colorful letters, playful and innocent, like any ordinary song a kid needs to memorize for school lessons.

Lockdown, lockdown, lock the door. Shut the lights off, say no more. Go behind the desk and hide. Wait until it’s safe inside. Lockdown, lockdown, it’s all done. Now it’s time to have some fun!

A routine rhyme kids must learn for the legitimate possibility a man brings a gun into their school to hunt them as if they were meat.

A routine rhyme for a normalized crime.

And if the kids must one day sing this song nearly inaudibly in their classroom, a song they cannot truly comprehend, their slaughter will only be met with thoughts and prayers.

Thoughts and prayers.

The words no longer have any meaning when we give our children our thoughts and prayers, but we don’t care about them enough to keep them safe. Our children’s lives matter so little that we prefer to refuse any gun control than we prefer to defend them.

We protect our unrestricted weapons over the lives of the innocent and pure. We have made our choice, and we should no longer feign despair while conveying our worthless and hollow thoughts and prayers.

We have the audacity to call ourselves the land of the free when we no longer have the freedom to even leave our homes without putting ourselves in needless peril.

Our children will never know what the land of the free ever truly felt like with guns having more freedoms than they do.

Lockdown, lockdown, lock the door. Shut the lights off, say no more. Go behind the desk and hide. Wait until it’s safe inside. Lockdown, lockdown, it’s all done. Now it’s time to have some fun!

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cosmicbirch8 · 11 months

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