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blackbiird-poetry · 5 days
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A Creator’s Spell Swish Flick Pull Yarn over again
Swish Flick Pull Create things for all my friends
Swish Flick Pull A hook, a needle, some thread
Swish Flick Pull Tie off, the end.
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randomlyvibey · 2 years
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I love creating this stories in my mind, the imagination is so vivid, like this is how things will go and I'm so sure it's like that.
Then, it's time to put it on paper and I start getting stuck🥲🥲
So many of my stories end up halfway, I never get it finished😂
Writing is a pleasurable torture🖤
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daisies 🔆
Flowers. They’ve always amazed me. Such unique beauty lying in each of them, every another much beautiful as the last. they seem peaceful to me. I sometimes wonder what if humans were that way, not unique or beautiful, but peaceful. take the ones in front of me, purple at best, blooming like all they ever had to was show themselves to make gods vulnerable. spring bloomers that’s what they’re called - tulips, all of them. I bet if you look at them long enough they seem like dancing fairies, waving to the wind. maybe they are, but we just don’t- “Hey”
I look up, and he’s staring at me, the boy with big green eyes, eyes with a bit of coffee in them, just enough to make them milky. or maybe it's the hair that has me eyeing through my lashes, it's brown, this golden brown that I can’t tell whether it's the colour of his hair that’s that way or the sun hitting him just right. I’ve seen him around, just never thought of going near him. or saying “hi”. I realise that now it's me who’s staring when he states an obvious “I’ve seen you a lot here”. Well of course he has, I'm always here, looking at the flowers. It's a big garden full of them, I think I have the right to look at least. “yeah,” that’s what I answer, yeah, that’s all. A simple word that has become so complex for me that I sometimes forget maybe it's still the same simple word for others. He waits, waits for me to say something more. But I don’t. I look back at the tulips, again crouching as I once was, not only smelling but feeling them. he’s still there, I can feel him too, feel him looking at me, at the flowers in front of me, at the way I look at the flowers in front of me. “what’s your favourite flower?” a specific question, with the simplest chain of words. Yet, I think, about all the flowers that I’ve ever seen, all the beauty of them, the different fragrances. I could say, that I like all of them equally, but that won’t be so true. In the back of my mind, there is that ONE, the one I would like to call my favourite. “daisies” I answer without glancing at him. he seems to consider my brief response, nodding his head, he seems to come to terms with it. then he crouches down in front of me, and looks at me, studying me like I'm his 5th-grade science project that his mom made for him and he’s trying to understand it and become familiar with it before he presents it to the class, claiming it as his own. “I’ve never seen you this close. May have noticed those freckles” my face warms up, and I can feel my cheeks Redding. I say nothing. I stand up and he follows like a shadow. And for the first time, I notice how much taller he is than me. “it was nice meeting you,” I say not expecting an acknowledgement back. “it was nice meeting you too,” he says back instead with a small smile. I turn and yet I still feel it, the smile. I walk back home deciding that was enough socialising for a day.  ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “I got you a daisy” look it wasn’t exactly my plan on meeting the green-eyed human again, but he Did bring a daisy for me. it's that white kind with those yellow spores in between. my favourite. “Thanks” I hold the petal, feeling the texture. “Thank you” he just smiles at me, smiles at me like I'm the only flower for him in this big field of weeds, the only flower that caught his attention. I like that. maybe I can be someone's favourite flower one day.
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oneeye-onthesky · 3 years
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Quiescent
The morning light shines through the eddies murkily, lighting her surroundings in a thick, dim glint. It reflects off the ripples, moving in gentle circles, like the rise and fall of a beating heart.
The sand too, undulates around her in slow waves, each grain hefting itself off the ocean floor to join its companions in their eerie dance, twisting and turning through the water like acrobats in slow motion, each frame caught and near frozen, in a wash of shimmering gold. They circle her, murmuring in their slip-slide voices, watching, and wondering.
There is music here, though few know to listen, in the thick, heavy voice of the Ocean. She sings to her, in the bursting of bubbles, in the shifting of waves, in the ghostly whale-songs drifting down from far above. She lulls her to sleep, folded away in Her vast embrace, and speaks to her, in the sighs of silken fins, telling stories of dolphins leaping through the air, and turtles, swimming back to their homes.
Through much of this, she sleeps, her moments of wakefulness, rare and ephemeral. There is little to disturb her, but the skim of sand across her skin, and the slight churning of the water as She rages far above, but this too, subsides quickly, and she has long grown used to it.
When she does wake, though, and tastes the tang of salt in the water, and feels the glide of brine against her belly, it is to recall, with nostalgia, the feel of swaying wood beneath her feet, the breath of the air against her face and the steadiness of gunmetal in her hands. She remembers people too, remembers hands, and eyes and countless nameless faces. She remembers the shapes of their smiles. But they are from days long past, and she soon returns to her slumber.
Her resting place, known to few, if any, lies deep in the Ocean's most hallowed spaces, protected in Her arms from one and all. There are no legends of her, no myths or tales or fables, but those that were spread during her mortal life. Thus, she rests, her peace undisturbed, waiting.
Always waiting.
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blackbiird-poetry · 6 days
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What is one poem that you wish the whole world could see?
omg wow. That is just like so powerful.
Ohhh I have so so many
I’d say, it’d be the one I’m working on for a competition buuuttt I can’t really show that YET. I’ll post it in a couple weeks tho!!!
so, in that case:
Before I Drown 
Before I drown,
I have a story
A tale of a man,
Lost in glory
He lost everything 
For he was out of touch
He wanted it all
It was never enough
And now he rots,
Turning to dust
Before I drown,
Sing me a lullaby
A song of simplicity 
Of truth
Tell me you love me
Like I never even knew
Tell me stories 
Of your past
It’ll make this slow death
A little more fast
Before I drown,
Kiss me goodbye
Tell me you love me,
 How you’ll see me tonight
Before I drown,
Walk away slowly
I was never going to change
You know me. 
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blackbiird-poetry · 4 days
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I am stone, a mix
of lime and love,
petrified
by Medusa herself
my body is bare
the wind catches my hair
I live forever
in this mineral world
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blackbiird-poetry · 5 days
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I’d do it for you.
Find me in corners Alleys and photos Places you know Where I don't belong
I hated to sing So you find me at karaoke Nervous and shaking As I sing your favorite song
I hated the mornings So I watch the sunrise Waiting on you
Find me in libraries Though I hate the quiet It was always too boring, But I'm browsing the shelves
If you're wondering why I always seem To be changing my mind I can’t answer your question
Until you tell me the truth Cause if you like it Then I do too
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blackbiird-poetry · 6 days
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30 Day Poetry Challenge - Day Three!
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Today’s prompt - our own world!
I see it in my dreams A place where we can be Left alone endlessly
I see it in my mind I hope it’s a sign That we’ll last to infinity
I can draw the blueprints Not a single detail to be amiss Perhaps my reward should be a kiss
It’s a house with a porch It has so much in store Cabinets and closets galore
It’s a world of our own A house, each others hearts to hold To watch our kids as we grow old
I see it in my dreams I guess that’s why I couldn’t see That the only one who wanted it was me
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blackbiird-poetry · 6 days
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Tippy
Tap
Hear my keyboard clack
Tippy
Tap
Watch me write while | eat a snack
Tippy
Tap
Spew words out while I can
Tippy
Тар
Before my brain and hands clash again
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blackbiird-poetry · 6 days
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I’m lost in time again
a world of creation I
live in, drown in hours
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blackbiird-poetry · 6 days
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If I didn’t matter to you
You could’ve just said
I’m tired of your bullshit
And how you talk like lead
If you’re a bitch
Say it and leave
Be a jerk
But let me be
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blackbiird-poetry · 7 days
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30 Day poetry challenge - Day Two!
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Todays prompt… reflection!
You can find me at a pond With narcissus and his shield Staring at the water Like it’s my last meal
Look at your pupils I see me in you I hope it’s a question And not a clue
See myself In different hues Wondering always If I’m like you
I wish I was You’re so perfect But only just now My feelings surface
I find myself in your skin Being more than I am It’s a hard comparison Not what I planned
To break free of your shadow Is all I would ask But before the shade was nice So that’s why I basked
But now I sit Staring at the clouds The feelings I have I finally say aloud
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blackbiird-poetry · 8 days
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I know you.
I know all your skin
all of your lore
all of your heart
and all of your pores
I know all your follicles Every piece of hair I know all I can So how’d that scar get there?
It wasn’t there before A brand new creation Something that built grew like a lovely carnation
If you had it before I may have missed it Every square inch of skin I was sure I had kissed it
It may be a story We tell to our friends A story of how Our fun never ends
But if it is more Please let me know I hold your heart in my core Even if it won’t show
If you are hurting I’ll stick around I won’t leave you alone Study all your sounds
I’ll study your body Explore it again If that’s what you need God knows I can
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blackbiird-poetry · 8 days
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life’s a bitch
and the you die
cursed by a witch
who told you lies
Life’s a bitch
a loose stitch
making a button fall off
on your favorite shirt
life’s a bitch
a minuscule glitch
that no one thinks of
until it’s too late
life’s a bitch
it sucks, it’s true
but I’d rather deal with a bitch
than be without you
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blackbiird-poetry · 5 days
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don’t listen anymore
His head is a safe, no one
can get past the door
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