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dewdropsonpluto · 17 hours

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!!EMERGENCY FUNDS!!

Recently I have been very sick from spending a lot of time on the streets, enduring cold and this worsened my health, I was afraid this would happen, and it did. I have to be with oxygen cylinders to be able to breathe better when I got agitated, I am lacking a lot of air, and I am left without breathing, I am going to be discharged but I need to be in a cool, warm place, without humidity, and they ask me to take care of me a lot.

Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.

Fundraiser link

Goal:$518/$1900

Thanks and be blessed ❤️

#emergency #reblog

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dewdropsonpluto · 24 days

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Along Four-Footed Trails; Wild Animals of the Plains as I Knew Them. Written by Ruth A. Cook, with illustrations by Mabel Williamson. 1903.

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dewdropsonpluto · 1 month

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Spiral

I think I'm okay to be forgotten.

The silent statue in a sea of noise.

The wallflower, pealing paper...

dead leafs falling into pot soil.

I think I'm okay to be ignored.

Cardboard sign warped on a corner.

Hole in the thin garbage can...

ready to stretch and rip under too much.

I think I'm okay to be left behind.

Hair ties and fallen paperclips.

Kid's dolls and old jackets in parks...

maybe someone will look for me?

I think I'm okay to be cut down.

Barky pine, old roots laid deep,

where the new road will twist up...

like a splinter I'll be pulled out.

I think....

I'm okay.

But who am I kidding!! HA! Ha! ahah.

I'm okay! I'm fine! I'm swell! I'd never lie! Not about myself!

But that's who we lie about the most?!

#poems in mind #poetry #poem #mental health #mental illness #spiral #panic #spiraling #self destruction #self deprecation

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dewdropsonpluto · 1 month

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So Wrong.

It's wrong, how much I need you,

how much I want you.

Should you ask to see my heart beating,

I'd split through my skin and muscles,

pry my ribcage open.

Should you ask to hold my heart,

I'd take it out and hand it to you.

It's wrong,

how much I love you.

#poetry #poem #poems in mind #love #relationship #heart #willingness #want #need

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dewdropsonpluto · 2 months

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Hayao Miyazaki’s Happy New Year 2024 Year of the Dragon illustration

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dewdropsonpluto · 2 months

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Wooden Heart

Carved wood shavings spill over each other, and pile on the ground.

The piece is sanded to smooth, and lacquered, to bring out every shape, and line, and grain.

They call it a masterpiece.

Yet, I am overcome with grief, for this wooden heart in me... is worse than clay, worse than stone.

I remember how it use to beat.

A steady pulse, I remember how it danced within the confines of my ribcage, kept me believing, and living.

Now, I simply survive, no song in my chest. I want to sob, but the wood is dry. I want to love, but the wood is sealed.

I wonder if in the future, someone will be strong enough, and patient enough, that the wood will split under the pressure of their love.

I look forward to that pain.

I look forward to the mushrooms that will spread, and feast on the corpse of what I was.

Maybe, I will die permanently to them.

However, I hope whoever allows the spores of decay into my heart, will also plant a thousand seeds to start growth anew.

Maybe with tenderness, maybe with love, with care,

with life my heart will thrum once again.

#poems in mind #poetry #poem #love #hope #life #relationship #heart #wooden #wood #wooden heart #writing #spilled ink #healing #hurting

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dewdropsonpluto · 2 months

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I am a paper bird.

Folded carefully and precisely,

light enough to fly and strong enough to soar.

I thought your hands were gentle, I thought your hands were safe.

Meant for me to rest in, to be cradled, and to be loved.

It started with a twinge, a painfully pulled pristine feather that you held, to remember when I wasn't near.

I became crumpled between your love and your rage.

I've ruined myself trying to mourn, and trying to heal.

Preening and washing, smoothing out worn and fading wrinkles and folds.

I'm tearing under the weight of my wounds.

I'm just a paper bird.

No longer able to fly,

I no longer have the drive.

So I find and fold scraps and squares,

patterned paper shavings of unneeded projects.

I fold and fold and fold,

till I've made my own feathers anew and rebuild my self,

colored a thousand different ways.

I fly again.

I am a paper bird.

#poems in mind #poetry #poem #hope #life #relationship #abuse #abusive relationship #healing #getting better #bird

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dewdropsonpluto · 2 months

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I Wish...

I think of your laugh...

Like the sound of church bells and the song of mourning dove, it echos like a dewy morning.

I imagine of your smile...

As bright as sunbeams reflected on fresh snow, as contagious aa cottonwood seeds in spring.

I dream of your arms...

They way they reach like branches towards the thousand colors of the sky, so wanting.

I long for your warmth...

The gentle brush of fingertips to a steady grasp of roots linked with the earth below.

#poems in mind #poetry #poem #love #hope #relationship #laugh #smile #your smile #your laugh #your warmth #warmth

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dewdropsonpluto · 2 months

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That Was

Darling, clench my hand.

Don't let go. Just let our fingers round each other reside.

Walk with me.

Simply for the love that was.

The love that lives in our memories.

The path ends.

#poems in mind #poem #poetry #life #hope #love #relationship #memory #memories #holding hands

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dewdropsonpluto · 2 months

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We file howls of wolves right there on the shelf beside the fraying fishing net and the verdigris bust of someone bearded, someone of note once, yet now left

a mystery.

I see hearts billow like mist, seashore as melancholy as your mind...

Your breath ruffles the feathers of my imaginary wings,

glides over my scapulae and contours my shoulder, nape, and

I wonder if you wonder

what it would feel like when my heart belongs only to you.

#poetry #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poems in mind #reblog

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dewdropsonpluto · 3 months

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All Our Jagged Edges, and Some Glue

We're scratched, and marked up, no doubt about it.

Tossed around so carelessly by others we trusted.

Ceramic, and glass, both chipped and shattered.

With shaking hands, we collect every piece, each shard, and all slivers.

Trying not to cry over them, we lock them away, and hide the boxes, and swallow the keys.

Dust gathers, gently, for time changes open wounds.

The clocks tick, and tock, they forget, yet we don't.

Trapped in a moment, lays the spark, eager to light the kindling.

A trembling glance at each other's lips, a connect of our gazes.

Want.

Slowly.

Over time.

Keys are found as chests are slowly pried, boxes forgotten begin touching, brushing, the backs of our minds.

Dust is removed, hesitant hands turn keys in locks.

Trembling with fear, quivering with hope.

Slowly, we're reentrusting ourselves, bit by bit, to each other.

Our tired souls yearn.

Maybe our jagged edges, will fit together with some love,

and some glue.

#poetry #poem #poems in mind #love #hope #life #relationship #broken heart #heart #writing #spilled ink

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dewdropsonpluto · 3 months

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if you are a fan of the poem "what resembles the grave but isn't," you might be interested to know that the poet, anne boyer, resigned her position at the new york times magazine today, and her letter is worth reading in its entirety.

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dewdropsonpluto · 3 months

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Copper Ship

Copper necklace sailing ship,

drifting out to sea.

I ask for your safety,

and smile because you're free.

Your flags billow proudly,

your mast freshly lacquered.

You could sink my dear,

or return with your conquered.

Salt sprays in your sails,

Say you'll be back my dear.

You carry away my heart,

I try to hope, but I fear.

#poems in mind #poetry #poem #love #hope #sailing #sailing ship #romance #era #sailor #sailor romance #rhyme

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dewdropsonpluto · 3 months

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since chinese new year is next month (Feb 10th) I figured I’d do a poll like this— it also indicates a tumblr age demographic so that’s always interesting

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dewdropsonpluto · 3 months

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