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do rocks get thirsty? a million miles tread from the lands which were plentiful now littered with rocks are they thirsty? beneath each step another moment of pain a chance to slip into the calm creek waters and bleed amidst the brook but are the rocks thirsty? i go about each day with lessons and knowledge and teachings pouring out my ears but i do not know if the rocks are thirsty i imagine they are no mouth to scream and no eyes to cry alone and unwavering drink drink so that i may be satisfied become unto life for the pillars of salt by my side a misery

#poem #poetry #poetblr #i saw a tiktok about rocks and went to the comments #so many people said it felt poetic or that they wanted to write a poem #and i think it'd be lovely to see a million poems #all questioning if rocks get thirsty #poetry on tumblr #writings #rock #rocks

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i think of my dad when i do the dishes i remember every time i turn on the water how he'd tell me that it should sting

but not burn

and he'd continue on, red in the face double-check, rewash, hand dry and

put it away, now now now right now

and i stare in the sink the dirt is plenty it coats my fingers and i shudder

now i am scared to do the dishes it piles up upon itsself a mockery of fragility i too am red in the face in the mirror where i echo my father's lessons

#poetry #poetblr #poetry on tumblr #poem #original poem #writings

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i count the popcorns on my ceiling

it helps the time

go by faster

i need the time to go by faster

time is a funny thing

laughing in the face of all

as it rakes it's claws upon the back of man each talon digging deeper the wind is harsh today it cuts my cheek but i do not bleed i wonder if i will have time to ponder the wind

#writings

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i'm writing a musical based on the works of poe and i wanted to share a snippet of a song that takes place towards the beginning this is in the style of a sea shanty okie tyvm goodbyeeeeee anabell lee by the sea i see a maiden whose eyes rival the stars the ocean swaying softly as i hear her gentle calls i say oh my anabell lee my sweetest seraphim out by the sea oh my anabell lee i curse the gods that took you 'way from me

#edgar allan poe #musical #writings #song lyrics #sea shanties

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the annihilation of one thing is the annihilation of all Things

mankind's path to extinction began the moment we learned to take bread from our brother's hands when the cries in the night echo our own and we see upon ourselves a sickly veil the space between the waves and the shore eons apart i have seen blood amongst the bone i have seen carnage atop the wreckage where? where am i to plant my hope?

#poetry #original poetry #original poem #poems on tumblr #poem #poetblr #writings

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Ilia fucking Malinin’s world record breaking free skate

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a husk of a man withered from the sale of products he makes at a rate in which he cannot earn bitter are his calloused hands but strong is his rage and like a dog forgotten by the shed a monstrous fence imposing his view he bites at his chain he claws deeper into his flesh until enough is removed to slip free and he does not climb the fence and he does not tear through the fence he instead stares viciously ferrociously as he grits his fangs licks his maw and bows his head to rest upon his lead

#writings #poetry #original poem #poetry on tumblr #poetblr #poem

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warm in the center cool around the edges that's how the wind feels today like a big straw and the hole in the middle is all the warm and the plastic of the straw is the cold that's how it feels and that's how it feels when it plays with my hair and shuffles my clothes and when it pushes me higher and higher on the swings it's warm in the center and cool around the edges and i'm a lot like the wind, i think i mean i think we have a lot in common

#writings #idk is it poetry???? #i imagined a kid writing this in my head #idk imma tag it fk it #poetry

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and with the breath in my lungs i will fuck up i will yell and complain i will shout and cry sob, even but i will use it i'll be damned if i do not use it

#writings #idk is it poetry????? #i never know when i post if it can be classified as poetry but fk it #poetry #original poetry #original poem #poetry on tumblr #poetblr

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when will my tongue stop lashing out so that i may lick my wounds if my teeth could stop gnashing for a moment i may smile and say thanks and say grace i might bite the sweetest of plums staining my lips with juice not blood if i hold my breath if i empty my lungs with the most guttural of screams will i feel understood or simply heard the words i speak are garbled twisted in concurrency will i survive myself

#writings #poem #original poetry #original poem #poetblr #poetry on tumblr

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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

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i remember wishing so ruthlessly to be desired as my friends were desired to be obsessively longed for sought out i wanted to be hollered at from across the street i wanted to be groped to be harrassed i thought it might mean i'm desirable worthy of intrigue i was thirteen i quickly realized how disgusting my need for attention was how perverse my wish for admiration could be how easily i had forgotten all the times i had been poked already prodded like cattle amidst the shit and hay it's been fourteen years i have been through so much and yet not enough my stories pale in comparison to those i hold dear because i do not tell them i carry within me a guilt so vile so wretched and depraved for ever hoping to be 'loved' there was never desire or lust or longing only pioneering colonizing pillaging and my ignorant, foolish self who had barely learned to feed my own body used to crave for other men to nourish the hole in my chest the abyss in my stomach has swallowed more and more and more i am full of desire of attention and validation i wear on my coat with remorse fourteen years and it only took me one to realize just how deep the cut from my upbringing was a gash left pouring out praying anyone would see my guts upon the floor scoop them, tenderly hold them and eviscerate me like the love i know does

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it has to be said that the anniversary performance of Do You Hear The People Sing where they sing it in different languages

is both the campiest thing ever

and the greatest thing ever produced by humankind

Austria's my fave, his "krrrrrrraft" hits me just right

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