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poetrybyonur · 15 hours

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“I am the astronomer, seeking to discover all the stars living inside you” - Onur Taşkıran

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lesweetweirdo · 8 months

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My mother's love is service

She doesn't know how to stop

Always giving without hesitation

Never knowing when is enough

My mother's love is excessive

To the point it suffocates

That things starts to get blurry

Where love inevitably turns into hate

Therefore, my mother's love is pain

For both those who are involved

And I think I inhereted some of her

Since we were carved in the same mold

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mad-girlslove-song · 4 months

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"I have known that I have wanted to be an incredible mother for as long as I have feared being a regrettable daughter."

Blythe Baird

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leenlue · 9 days

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trashmuth · 1 year

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The horror of becoming like your father

Killing Stalking / 21 by Patrick Roge / The End Of The Fxxxing World (2017) / It by Stephen King / Birdman (2014) / Rupi Kaur / The Sacrifice Of Isaac by Caravaggio / The Devil’s Own - Five Finger Death Punch / The Boys

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joklhops · 8 days

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I met Skunkpig while hiking through the Superstition mountains. Racing the sun to the trailhead before dusk, I heard what I thought was drums and chanting on the wind. I stopped to listen. I'm pretty sure they were going to eat me, but I had water and a field recorder I told them I was interesting using to record their songs.

Whether Skunkpig is the name of their leader or the entire tribe, it's never clear. They all refer to themselves as Skunkpig, but the leader I suspect to be Skunkpig is the only one who ever uses "I," and the lesser tribesmen orbit the great creature like asteroid rings. How many are there? Enough it seems.

Skunkpig eat whatever they can find, but primarily hunt lost hikers. They often toy with people shooting old refrigerators and couches out in the desert. Quietly removing vital car parts, then watching them from afar as they wonder what to shoot to save themselves as the heat does its grim work. They make jewelry, tools, and knives from the guns. They say they have no use for them. They let the sun bring their prey to a useless weakened stupor and pluck whatever they clutch from their tired hands, stepping back before the prey's last gasp so their dry, red-eyes can see their hunter stand before it "stains the sand." People the tribe find shooting cactus are made to drink the acidic water of the barrel cactus until their organs revolt. They have no gods, but they hold sacred the Gila monster for its unyielding bite, the roadrunner for its brazen brutality, the cactus for its efficiency and its fruit, and the night. They respect the sun.

This is the first recording I made of Skunkpig, doing the hunt song "Gila Monster Blood" I've promised to record more of them in exchange for safe passage in their lands.

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21silverlinings · 29 days

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Avoidantly, I refrain From opening my mouth Fearing that you will hear My mother's heartache Etched into my words.

Anxiously, I hold my tongue Repressing my father's anger That of which poisons my blood.

Disorderly, My silence grows A bed of unspoken thoughts, Rooted in past sorrows, Watered by the tears of every generation before me.

Yet, in time, I learn to whisper To find my voice And declare that I am more Than the fears I have inherited. I abandon the screams Of my ancestors' pain, To break the cycle So that one day, My words will flow Not with heartache or anger, But with love and peace, instead.

nb | 1902

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iamrb98 · 30 days

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#mylove❤️#people #my thougts #funky #spoken poetry #shyari #words #love #relationship quotes #relationship #life qoute

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sincerelyza · 10 days

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#emotions #life #literature #poem #poetry #quote #quotes #spilled ink #spoken poetry #spoken word

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captainswan-kellie · 3 months

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POV: CaptainSwan Are Your Comfort.

A bit different today but something very personal to me.

I really hope you enjoy🩵

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poetrybyonur · 5 months

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Do you think fucking her good and hard is how you'll get her to want you? Do you think touching her outer shell is what will bring you closer? If you're not interested in really penetrating her soul, then your love will always remain superficial.

Background music by Sabrina Claudio.

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dolores-hazy · 8 months

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Spoken word of my poem "As Is"

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zinck-poetry · 3 months

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Regretz

We never show our true emotions, until it's time to let go.

The way we speak and the words we say, they can be so violent.

But the words left unsaid they cut the most, they run so deep.

That we didn't see the crash up a head, we didn't see.

Lie to me like I lie to myself.

So close to happiness, we were so close.

Regrets we have made.

Desires we have.

We've put love on the line, not for the first or last time.

It's a fine line between love and escape.

We're living on borrowed time.

Fact or fiction, right or wrong.

We never truly know until it's time to let go.

Lie to me like I lie to myself.

So close to happiness, we were so close.

Regrets we have made them.

Desires we all have them.

By Zinck

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mad-girlslove-song · 7 months

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"What if, when I finally figure out who I am, I can't stand her? Harder to imagine, what if I loved her?"

- Blythe Baird

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leenlue · 14 days

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i-am-just-a-girli · 6 months

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Their Second Choice

I hate being the second choice

I always am

I'm kind of pretty

But I'm not that kind of pretty

The one that boys look at photos of

I'm not a "look at her photos" Kind of girl

Not to boys

I'm just another girl they think is kind of cute

I'm just their second choice

And it just feels bad

Because,

This idea that he could never like me the most of any girl

I will never be his "most"

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By:- @raeganspoetry on Instagram

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