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I love you more than life permits

Than time admits

Then death forgets

The flesh of dirt will bonds inflame

To dust remain

#poetry #poem #original poem #love #death

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I never imagined I’d want “something casual”

Until I loved someone who did

I built him a sandcastle every day at low tide

Until I let the waves sweep me out

To the open sea, where there is only survival

And love will drown you there

#spilled thoughts #poetry #poem #love

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start.’

[text id: my sadness is a fire that i built to keep my hands warm on lonely nights. // art by sivan roshianu // i keep my misery bared between my teeth. i refuse to let her leave. / i am nothing without this obsession of mine.]

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The idea of english as a mother tongue is so strange to me, in my head english is how ppl communicate when there's no way in common to communicate, so english as a mother tongue sounds a bit like idk email as a mother tongue ykwim? Like english to me feels like the stuff that's used to fill the empty spaces between languages

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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

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i’m loyal cause it’s in me, not because i need you.

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A theme on pain

Teeth on skin

Berry juice bruises

Nails dig in

Raspberry kisses

Blueberry goodbyes

Suffocated hellos

Delicate cries

Tickling toes

Agony comes

Whenever you go

#pain #spilled thoughts #poetry #poem #original poem #bdsmplay

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How do I ask you to care?

I know how to care for you

But I don’t know what care looks like

Directed at me

#spilled thoughts

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Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.

— William Faulkner.

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“To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”

— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”

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A lot of people don’t know how to be alone

That was the first lesson my mom taught me

Unresponsive on the couch

My belly empty

#spilled thoughts #poetry #original poem

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in the car

with your other lover

delivering her

to your empty bed

“I’m lonely”

(angry at her other lover)

i would have

watered your plants

#spilled thoughts #poem #poetry #love poem #heartbreak #situationships

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My therapist: I should warn you that you might be less productive if your anxiety decreases

Me (2 hours of sleep, writing a book, working on an album of music, training for a half marathon, playing a sport, taking a dance class, working 40 hours): I think that would be ok

#anxiety #therapy #i just want to sleep

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Nothing is more creative than love.

We create a world with someone that is visual, auditory, tactile. A world that can be tasted and smelled.

What other art accomplishes that?

#love #writers and poets #spilled thoughts