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iamdontis · 5 months

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Devil on my shoulder

I walk through the shopping center

And stop when an old man with white hair and

A white beard

Waves me down.

He’s telling me something but

I don’t really listen because all I can focus on is

At first,

His english accent.

I always loved English accents.

He’s talking and talking and

Part of me appreciates that he

Wants?

The talk to me.

Not a lot of people stop to talk to strangers anymore.

I learn he used to be a teacher.

A dean.

A principal.

He once fired a lady for losing a kid three times.

I laughed.

He wouldn’t mind when the kids kissed in the hallways,

And would have to argue with the teachers

About whether or not is was ok.

He said « it was best to keep em’ in school because if they went home

They would just fuck all day. »

He pardoned his French.

I laughed.

He smoothly mentions he’s divorced.

I think to myself,

It’s because he talks too much.

I feel guilty for that thought because I actually

Appreciate him.

He eventually leaves and says it was nice to meet me.

Although he didn't learn anything about me.

I learnt more about that man in twenty minutes,

Than I knew about my own father.

I scratch at the tip of my nose as I watched him

Waddle off.

And I think to myself,

Now I’m late for my movie.

Original by ~ IamDontis

#poetry #iamdontis #dontis #original poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #canadian poetry #iad #encounter #short story #story poetry #stroy #mall #stranger #strangers #talking to strangers #talking to myself #mental health

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feyasthepoet · 2 years

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Eternity

As bells shimmer and chime silence falls Through halls deep Resting in the olive room A beautiful modest maiden Dressed in a gown of peony white Sat apon a dusty rose couch Near her side, her sister sat Fiddling with her ruby red ribbon Chattering about the day, like the little lady she is How far the sisters come From the lowly orphanage of their birth The days of tiresomely working Saving every dime for her sister Crying through lonely haunted nights The fear of never seeing her sister again Stabbed so deeply through her heart She still laughs at the fleeting memory of Her fiancé flinging the door open like a heroic knight With her sweet sister by his side She smiles finding herself truly spoiled by God The strong clearness of her sister’s voice captured her attention With a gleeful smile, her sister spoke “Sister, eternity is a really long time isn’t it When we’re at the orphanage The thought of it was terrifying. But seeing you standing there Smiling next to him I don’t think I’d mind if I am with you guys”

#Feyas Poetry #Poems #poems and poetry #Poetry #poet #writers and poets #poets on tumblr #love poetry #story poetry #Sister Poem #Orphan Poem #family poetry #orginal poem #story poem #Sisters #Romace

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skellydun · 11 months

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absolutely love reading such a well-written story and falling a bit in love with the author based solely on the way they write. like baby the way you italicize words makes my heartbeat quicken.

#i cannot tell u what this is about bc i do know that some authors of things i read follow me and i will be outed #if u write things stories poetry etc and i follow u this is probably about u

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flintpunks-mind · 1 year

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A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.

I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.

I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.

He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.

I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.

#shut up punk #poetry #thoughts #spilled ink #love #humanity #human connection #platonic love #writing #story #hopeposting #hopepunk #my life experiences #people ive crossed paths with

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mournfulroses · 2 months

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Margaret Atwood, from True Stories: Poems; "Postcard," originally published in 1981

#lit #margaret atwood #poetry #fragment #words #true stories: poems #poetry quotes #love language #p

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agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity · 3 months

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”oh so how did you get into writing?-“ no, writing got into me. Actually it infiltrated my brain, starting with the slow takeover of my room with books to the extremely fast claiming of my notes app and now there’s no way to stop it and no way for me to stop.

#short story #writing #poetry #books #fiction #orginal writing #writer #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing memes #writing humor #writing problems #writer problems #writer stuff #writers life

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flowerytale · 8 months

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Anaïs Nin, from the short story “Elena”, Delta of Venus (published posthumously in 1977)

#anaïs nin #delta of venus #short stories #lit #literature #poetry #love #fragments #typo #*

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and-corn · 9 months

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fairydrowning · 1 year

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"Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."

– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories

#now it's officially the month of Kdrama youth of may couple #dark academia #light academia #excerpts #fragments #poetry #romanticism #dark academia quotes #dark academism #light academism #april end #classic literature #literature quotes #literature #f scott fitzgerald #the short stories

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myfakeplasticlove13 · 7 months

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You know I didn’t want to, have to haunt you, but what a ghostly scene

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solsticat · 2 months

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around a year ago I had an incredibly realistic dream where I was hiking and stumbled off a cliff. I managed to grab into a ledge, but I was hyper aware that eventually I would lose hold of it and fall to my death. I just sat there holding the ledge for a while thinking about everything I was never able to do, the conversations I never had, and how badly I wanted to live. Eventually I came to terms with my untimely death and accepted that there was nothing I could change, and it wasn't really okay, but it would have to be okay, and I'd had a good life. If nothing else, I was glad for the life I had been able to have. I wanted my last thoughts to be peaceful. I was about ready to let go when my family came along and rescued me. Some other stuff happened after that. Then I woke up and let me tell you I had a Bad Day. How are you even supposed to act normal after that.

#my writing #writing #dreams #this is poetry to me #thinking about this again because i was thinking about Last Words Art #im so glad i got a chance to tell my stories #my post

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humanizationofit · 27 days

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This is me btw

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feyasthepoet · 2 years

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Vernon’s Everglade

She whisps through running rivers of tranquil waters Vexed by this chaotic biosphere Her coven tires of this stifling world They are the grace in the glimmering Angelic creatures untarnished by the span of time Vernon wades through waters deep She is the queen of this everglade Keeping waters tranquil and free Vernon gathers wads of contaminated filth Returning it to the men Who brought this decay apon her land

The bleeding sun sets on a cold autumn evening Boats pierce the dark waters Seeing Vernon bathed apon a rock Tiring of her antics They raised their rifles Ravens screamed in fright to alert their queen As the thunderous sound echoed through tranquil waters Piercing everglade roots A screech of agony wailed In a quiver, a ravaging river birthed from the cry The covens' rage as thick as their dark waters Wrenched down into the infinite everglades Darkness will fall

#Feyas Poetry #poems and poetry #Friendship poetry #nature poetry #Poetry #Poem #poet #writers and poets #poets on tumblr #river poem #mermaid poem #fantasy poetry #original poetry #orginal story #story poetry

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lucidloving · 7 months

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Richard Siken, "The Torn-up Road" // Lora Mathis, "If There's A Way Out I'll Take It"

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darlingdeathx · 1 month

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I am yours, even in this waiting. I am yours.

#excerpt from a book i'll never write #an excerpt from a story i'll never write #art #books and libraries #quotes #poetry #writers and readers #music #photography #relationship quotes #writeblr #writers on tumblr #love quotes #love #writing

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garden-of-thoughts-fruit-of-lips · 1 month

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" Out of Line"

It's the person who's "out of line" who is always told to, "Get back in line!"

I'm "out of line," and the students tell me to, "Get back in line!" But I say, "No, " and I saw a smaller line, and they all seemed happy and stood out as different. They were dressed in school uniform. So I started making my way over there. And the teacher of the line I left came and asked me to, "Get back in line" and when I replied, "No", immediately that teacher took it to the principal and now the principal and teachers from my original class started threatening me in front of the students. Who were trying to scare me to get back in place. When I started to break down and cry, my original classmates and other students of that class said, "If you would have stayed in line, this wouldn't have happened to you!" Even with that being done, I kept making my way to the other line. Now, the teachers became furious, and bullies from that school approach me, telling me to turn around. Once again, I refused, so the principal gave a "signal" to the bullies, and they said, "Fine, you could go." As I turned and walked a couple steps further, they added by yelling, "This school dressed you! So we're taking your clothes from off your back!" They started ripping the clothes off of me in front of my classmates and other students. "Hahahaha," they would all laugh as I became naked. Once, I was stripped, and the students of that class noticed the scars and bruises on my naked body. The bullies moved aside so all could see, and I saw pointing, I heard whispering and laughing, and from the laughing crowd, words came out, "How long you had that there!" followed by more laughter. I even heard the ones that had pitty for me say, "If he would have only stayed." At that exact time, I got up from off the ground and turned my back against them

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