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inksplashgirl · 7 months

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Please Know

Please know that I think of you more often than a cat thinks of snacks or a snail thinks of leaves or a the sky thinks of clouds.

Please know that I want happiness for you like a diamond wants a ring or a rhyme wants a melody or a book wants readers.

Please know that I dream of laying forever in your arms as nothing ever can describe, for I love you more than the tide loves the moon.

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poetic-little-doll · 4 days

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The thing is…

She didn’t need you.

She had a fire within her soul

That kept her warm when

Loneliness threatened to freeze her.

She had the world in her smile

And the moon on her tongue.

She was everything she ever needed…

…but holy fuck

Did she want you.

S.Lilobell (I’ve learned that sometimes love isn’t enough.)

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fictiveflowers · 1 year

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I give up hours of sleep, my social life, and the last of my sanity , all for the elusive pursuit of the perfect story(in other words trauma dump onto fiction characters). Abandoned drafts have been ceremonially sacrificed tothe cruel weiting gods of inspiration and proofreads. ( ALwaYs fInDInG TypOS! )

People witness this bizarre lunacy , their expressions shift from confused curiosity to horrified concern, unsure whether to offer assistance or slowly back away, fearing they might be next in line for the writing gods sacrificial offerings.Not so. Shock. horror. (they are).

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livingthroughwords · 8 months

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Your first love breaks your heart.

Your first situationship breaks your brain.

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writinn · 4 months

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Living life, or are you just surviving it? Survival in a world tightly knitted by the prison of your mind. Your worst enemy would probably be it. It kills you internally whilst nobody really knows. Everything goes wrong in your head, nobody to look for, nobody to care. Loneliness slowly creeps in and you find yourself going through another episode of being unwanted, unloved and just being here without a purpose. Every person comes into your life just to become a lesson for you. Nobody stays. And once again, your mind is here, beating your heart up. What can you possibly do? All you can do is try and never find a solution. Because your reckless head isn't allowing. So, will you be free of your own self is a matter yet for you to know. The one where you'll never find a solution for and just being held captive is your lone choice. Freedom of oneself is an idea that's existing within you but nobody knows. Nobody knows the pain and trauma you've had. All there is to do is to just survive. Because that is life for you.

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dianewritesstuff · 4 months

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Who am I,

If not constantly setting my soul on fire

To ignite yours?

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her-and-poetry · 10 months

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I don’t understand how just a short period of little interaction with you can leave a long lasting impact on me.

-Roxanne

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goddess-shena · 5 months

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The statue

Swimming just above the surface,

struggling without purpose

Abandoning your heart made you refined stone,

hard and cold, without a home

Emotionless by choice, rearing a dead voice

Slowly going down the deep dark abyss, will your presence even be missed?

Weird, erratic tentacles reaching out and latching on

refusing your fate lifting the weight

tending to your heart

Give life a new start

#poetry #writing #poem #writers creed #writerscreed #lovers #love

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iamtenshidoom · 2 years

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Let’s make love

That pulls as passionately

As a riptide

When the moon

Makes love to the sea

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inksplashgirl · 5 months

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I’ve been gaining weight lately

My five foot six inch frame is packing enough

For the Body Mass Index to call me obese

And yes,

I know that thing was created when doctors were still prescribing cocaine,

But isn’t the princess supposed to be smaller than this?

Maybe I’m just the chubby, well-meaning housekeeper

Or the best friend with three lines, hyping up the main character

I know that everyone is supposed to be the protagonist in their own story, but my story has always been about everyone else

And now that I’m fat, I know why.

I laugh at how big I felt at one forty five, a weight I held for over two years.

I’ve gained twenty five fucking pounds in a short enough time that even my doctor is concerned.

I thought that eating enough for the first time in my life was a good thing, and now I’m fighting to open my mouth for a single french fry.

Maybe if I was thin…

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poetic-little-doll · 6 days

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You’re like an echo I’m waiting to hear back from…

…but at this point I think I’m talking to myself.

S.Lilobell (What did you think talking to the darkness would be like?)

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abitbrokenpoetry · 2 months

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I have no mother. She drowned herself in the black waves of sorrow. I have no father. He turned his back on me & was swallowed whole by a starless sky. the ocean is my mother now. I let the waves sing to me. They are warm hands, they embrace me like my mother never could. They pull me towards the deep & it feels like home. The night sky is my father. Ever watching, infinite & wise. The moon is soft like my father never could be. I trace maps through the stars with my fingertips. This is my family.

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livingthroughwords · 2 months

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I want to leave this city. I want to leave everything and everyone I call home. Because what's the point of a place you call home when there is no one you can relate to and no one you can talk to? School friends with their boyfriends and jobs and things you always thought you were too good for. College friends with their careers and plans you always thought weren't for you. Family who cannot fully free you. Colleagues you can never get close to. Jobs that no longer fulfill you and hanging spots that make you lonelier and lonelier. Where do you go and who do you find?

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writinn · 5 months

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a girl misunderstood

:')

(now, @writinn, previously @myfieldofsunflowers)

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offstage-euthymia · 2 months

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Rocks, like pebbles.

Heart makes a sound

Rocks like pebbles drop down.

In the river down with the rest.

The heart pounds with the slope.

Flowing rivers with fresh depth.

A cold shiver from the deep down.

A reflection on the surface.

Along with the sun the vibrant colour rose and shines.

Come rain, come shine.

The shower of the fall and the rainbow window.

A play between the shower of water drop sprinkle and sunny rays of wisdom.

A depth here and there makes no sound.

On the ground a silencers muse absorbed the shout.

A place safe from the rest of it.

A place for rest.

Where river flows and shivers.

By Marko Tivanovac

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replicant1955 · 8 months

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Sunny Day

It was another hot and sunny day

Global warming, so they say

She was sitting on my corner of the street

Dust devils dancing round her feet

Her tee shirt was a little fly

Matched the shadows round her eyes

"Welcome to the party" was what it said

I laughed at her new greeting for the dead

She smiled, the slow smile that I know so well

A devil's doorway greeting into hell

But we're friends so I didn't take offence

In her job there's no sitting on the fence

I shared her cigarette, joked a while

I guess I'm go get used to her smile

Got the diagnoses yesterday

"Life's a bitch" they always say

"Are you packed ?" she softly said

Welcome to the party of the dead.

Doug

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