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witluvmary · 1 day
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am i the other woman?
the one who's alive, to mend your broken heart.
to stay by through your ups and downs, just to be left alone in the dust, if she comes along.
stringing along your unknown pathway, knowing i'll be guiding myself back home alone.
i'll be the one turning you into the healthiest version of yourself, and in the process rotting out my soul.
you are my daylight but i know im just your flashlight, that you can turn off anytime.
is this going to be my slow, bitter end?
or will you put me out of this misery and stab a dragger through my fragile heart?
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jaggedjawjosh · 2 days
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Dreams are the whispers of your soul; listen closely and you shall find your way.
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thepathetickind · 3 days
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and we could end it like this,  I know there's no good way to say goodbye to you
by laurenmaerie, no painless goodbye
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soulinkpoetry · 2 days
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If you have to sacrifice your peace in order to stay in it, it isn’t love.
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illbeyouranchor · 3 days
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I don’t like this part of aging
Give me the deep wisdom
Give me the courage to not care what others think
Give me the solace of my own authenticity
But don’t ask me to say goodbye
Not to him
Not to you
Not now
Not ever
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Miss the late night conversations where I got to know you the best.
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necroticintellect · 2 days
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do you have any specific techniques you like to use for prose? I've been struggling 🫠🔥
I do have a specific technique...but me telling it to you won't help your struggle. In fact, I think it'd make it worse. I'm going to take a guess that your struggle is stemming from not knowing where to start.
BUT. I will share one. The technique I'm going to share with you is going to be an important pillar.
Just write what you feel.
I know that can be an annoying piece of advice as it seems generic and non-informative. I've been down the "I DONT FEEL ANYTHING!!" road plenty of times. But trust me...you've got something in there. Use it for what it's worth. There's no specific rule for prose.
Sure, I have a specific way I like to do it...but that's my way. I'm not going to sit here and preach it to you like it's the only way.
Your way is however YOU LIKE to do it. Not how an audience wants you to do it...not how you think you should do it because you saw someone else's way receive more praise.
I'm sorry this got long winded...but I felt like I needed to tell you this. Never adopt someone else's way because you can't find yours. Just pull out a shovel and make a path!
Best of luck 🌹
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persephones--ghost · 2 days
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I can hear the melody of your soul
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darichonne · 2 days
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insta: @darichonne
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From her own darkness
Thar she blows!
Tearing out of the surface tension
With surging momentum
Only to fall back
Heavily
Within the depths
Of her own darkness
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mysterieuxclairdelune · 9 months
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I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
-Sylvia Plath
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strokeofserenity · 3 months
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Slyvia Plath
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jaggedjawjosh · 1 day
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To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover the prisoner was you.
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delirium-mind · 7 months
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I miss the way I viewed the world before I knew too much about it
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old-school-romantics · 5 months
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-JmStorm
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litbowl · 11 months
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Poem for Earth Day. From Matthew Olzmann's book, Constellation Route. (Alice James Books, 2022)
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