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River Red

i enjoy the visual texture of the sky

#digital art

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untouchable(s)

You are no more holy than The dust on every hand That carved those jewels from the earth And lifted bread from land

You are no more mighty than A pebble by the sea With each sequential drop the stone Pays mass for memory

Goliath who walks the ground With eyes up high and tall The lamb you bleed so readily Waits eager for your fall

#poetry #writing #creative writing #poems #bad poetry #hierarchy #abcb rhyming scheme

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butcherson

i was weaving a basket

on the step facing dusk

when i looked down and saw

my father's hands, creating

his don't look like this

anymore, withered in the ground

or in the ghosts long past

where they made their home

in the crowns of hair, in the clutch of a throat

as the painter of bruises, as the sculptor of fear

it's strange to see them

heal and comfort, give and

make

#poems #poetry #writing #non rhyming poems #creative writing #tw abuse #implied abuse

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i built for you an empire and

made of you a god. i think and

do so much for you but

what do you think of it, of me?

i am afraid of dogs and heights and

asking you to love me

#creative writing #non rhyming poems #poems #philosophy #writing #poetry #divinity pt2 #poems about god

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London-based student Lewis Hornby is a grandson on a mission. When he noticed that his dementia-afflicted grandmother was having trouble staying hydrated, he came up with Jelly Drops—bite-sized pods of edible water that look just like tasty treats.

Each of these colorful “candies” is made up of mostly water, with gelling agents and electrolytes making up just 10% of their composition. Available in a rainbow of colors and presented in packaging reminiscent of a box of chocolates, Jelly Drops are an easy and engaging way to avoid dehydration—a common problem for those suffering from degenerative neurological diseases.

“It is very easy for people with dementia to become dehydrated,” he explains. “Many no longer feel thirst, don’t know how to quench thirst, or don’t have the dexterity to drink.” With this in mind, Hornby set out to find a solution. In addition to seeking advice from psychologists and doctors, he opted to “experience” life with dementia himself through the use of virtual reality tools and a week in a care home.

Once he was familiar with what dementia patients need, he brainstormed what they want. “From my observations, people with dementia find eating much easier than drinking. Even still, it can be difficult to engage and encourage them to eat. I found the best way to overcome this is to offer them a treat! This format excites people with dementia, they instantly recognize it and know how to interact with it.”

Case in point? Hornby’s own grandmother’s reaction: “When first offered, grandma ate seven Jelly Drops in 10 minutes, the equivalent to a cup full of water—something that would usually take hours and require much more assistance.”

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you called me a god, but you

pray like you're begging

what do you want from me?

i can't give you love, but i

can make you a saint

they'll pray to you too, would you like that?

#poetry #writing #poems #non rhyming poems #poems about god #philosophy #creative writing #divinity pt 1

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i think a lot of it's also a personal pain and/or injustice that the Bad Guy TM reminds some people of. we tend to turn ourselves inside out to strangers who, by result, see the yolk but not the shell, and it's hard to name a mess of organs without labels. some of the mess is the familiar old scar tissue of 'it's not fair that they get forgiven when i wasn't' and some of it is ' the same hurt was done to me and this victim is still hurting' and some of it something else entirely

tldr: a lot of us are walking around with open emotional wounds and bleeding toxins on every growing thing in sight and it shows

Some rando: This character should not have the chance to become a better person

Me: Why

Same person: Because they are a bad person!

Me: But what if that character was allowed to become a better person so that they are no longer a bad person?

Same person: You’re an abuse apologist

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gifts

last week i gave you

my heart, fresh from the ribs

you set it down and asked for soap

and then baked my favourite dessert.

do you love me? i can't tell

you feel like the sun

and i can't ever seem to look you in the face

i'm scared to get too close but

i do it anyway, i love you

please don't leave

my heart by the sink

#poems #heartbreak poems #love poems #writing #creative writing #where did this come from #who am i talking about? idfk #non rhyming poems #poetry #bad poetry #philosophy #metaphors #dark academia #out here lying

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dust you shall eat

there stands an angel at the gate it's knocking on my door it's looking at me like it knows i'd never prayed before . there sits an angel at my table eating all my words the sun is setting through the wings of countless silent birds . there sleeps an angel in my bed and i must drive it out for if i let it stay too long this house comes burning down . standing on the edge of heaven asking if i should jump off i'm looking at the devil but i'm seeing shards of god . there stands an angel at the gate it's knocking on my bones i'd answer if i could, you see there's simply no one home

#poetry #creative writing #poems about god #poems about love #christianity #philosophy #angels #poems about religion #tw suicidal ideation #love poems #light academia #dark acamedia #academia aesthetic

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Ouroboros

The thing about growing up without

the parents that everyone else seemed to have

is that you partake in your own creation;

you become both

the cloth and the weaver, god and adam, dam, sire and

child. Sometimes you hate yourself, what you made,

but you've seen these hands at work

and it wasn't easy.

(You build yourself up just to

pick it all apart again. Is this what it means

to be alive?)

#poems #poetry #abuse #tw abuse #trauma #the lgbt discourse #lgbtq #being not cis #trans community #transgender #writing #creative writing

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Collection

Are we not all collections

of fingerprints and footprints

from everyone we love and everyone we

don't? Eggshells bright and hollow,

painted with the gallery of a life. They say that

we are greater than

the sum of all our parts, but when

I label every part of me

with its creator I'm still asking

where am I? Have you seen it? Let me crawl out of my skin

and into yours, see if I can recognise myself

from within the tapestry.

It's the last place I've yet looked.

#fourth wall #poetry #writing #creative writing #fiction #poems #dark acamedia #light academia #non rhyming poems #that one luis borges quote #i am not sure i exist

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In(per)fections

Don't blame me for these

secondhand sins. i am

a patchwork made with offcuts

from the devil itself,

overripe with all the things that

god deemed unfit

for his favourite.

Now we sit in hell together, sharing

our father's corpse;

it's all the shelter we can afford.

#writing #creative writing #biblically inaccurate #christianity #but blasphemy #poems about god #big think #philosophy #metaphor for homelessness #siblings lol #the spelling mistake belongs there #poems #poetry

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ablation, oblation

look at the stars for the future in the past ask your gods what they think the answers are not important they are just reflections on the surface of an abyss we worship our own image and call it divine all the time

(tell me what you see anyway; i want to pray with you)

#poems #poetry #poems about god #christianity is a cult #religion #poems about religion #bad poetry #non rhyming poems #writing #creative writing #idolatry #astrology #stars #zodiac signs #horoscopes #i was not expecting that turn #love poems #i guess #philosophy

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all the stars

under Hollywood's sky

have scandals

buttoned behind their veneers

#poem #poetry #celebrity culture #celebrity #celebrities #hollywood

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break in the cycle

what does it mean

to be god?

to make something out of nothing

be where there wasn't?

what does it mean?

.

i am a patchwork soul, of imprints of collisions

(are we not all?)

a collection of secondhand sins

all that i do has been

done before, i assure you

.

all that i am will be part of another

and so will you

i am nothing new

and there will be more

after me, i am sure

.

we rise, we fall, we rise again

and again and again and again and again,

nothing escapes the cycle

death does not exist

and what sleeps will wake once more

.

what does it mean to be the break

? the beginning and the end, before and after

is it lonely? is it strange?

from nothing to nothing again

what does it mean?

#poetry #poems #writing #bad poetry #non rhyming poems #poems about god #poems about death #death #emo #goth #lol its my emo phase at it again #philosophy

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threshold

when tears of light

streak the sky

like an open maw

mother nature cries

.

dawn spills the blood

of night across the sky

and dies heaven’s waters

the colour of a stolen kiss

#poetry #poems #colors #poems about nature #pretty hehe

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Bonsai

when my mother raised me

she didn't do by touch

the sting of iron shears

were all i knew of love

.

when i needed shelter

i made do in my pot

the forest's out of reach

so pray the storm will stop

.

now she is resentful

and burning at her core

the bonsai that she sowed

is not a sycamore

#mother wound #the mother wound #poetry #poems #abcb rhyming scheme #ish #bad poetry #abuse #implied #childhood trauma #bad parents #bad parenting #generational trauma