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“Why don’t you write?” Postcard from my collection, 1911.

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Telling myself this every day so here's a meme

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𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟿𝟹𝟹 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚒̈𝚜 𝙽𝚒𝚗 𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟹-𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟽

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who else up feeling the ache of their soul softly cracking neath the weight of sorrow from a lifetime of regrets

#idk what to tag this #micro poetry #poetry #ig #help me make up a term for half poetry half shit post #shitpost poetry

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just write a shitty poem, what do you have to lose

#please

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city lights fell black~eyed, I found her ~ gin soaked mind on her knees ~ tatter-ratted like some poor beggar ~ skeleton thick & breaking new skin

#2010 #micro poetry #poetry #micropoetry #dark poetry

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skeleton thick & riddled with sin

she washes bitter hands in rains of broken glass

she is a Mozart eulogy of vintage frailties

beauty in the dark

slowly dripping down my trembling thighs

#micro poetry #micropoetry #poetry #2010 #I'm seeing some reoccurring themes that I'd like to change in a lot of the work I'll be posting over the next month or so/its all older #and I may rewrite some of it after posting idk #I look at these words and can barely connect to the me that wrote them but I miss her

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with the birth & death of the day ~ instincts recognizing silent sins ~ silence within ~ your expression echos & mimics the dead air between us

#2010 #micropoetry #micro poetry #dark poetry #poetry

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somber spiral of spiritual anarchy ~ creation lures, singing dark notes of sanity ~ sifting thru the dead sands of time

#2010 #micro poetry #poetry #micropoetry #dark poetry

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his lips forged a sarcastic sympathy ~ painting a portrait of arrogance ~ while his brush spat strokes of a crimson stained regret

#poetry #micropoetry #micro poetry #from 2010

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days like quicksand ~ drowning in time ~ pacing the floors of my mind ~ the walls are cracking

#poetry #micro poetry #micropoetry #from 2010

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libra moon rising in a mute requiem, neath the blur of stars crashing ~ brought to my knees, I wept of the darkest sins ~ he laughed like he already knew my hands were dirty

#from 2010 #micropoetry #micro poetry #stream of consciousness #poetry

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I found you hanging your stars in the backdrop of me ~ catching my synthetic butterflies ~ holes in your net

#I should rewrite this cuz don't ask me what synthetic butterflies mean /toxic positivity faking happiness or wellness idk/ #poetry #micro poetry #i haven't written in years now this is from 2010 :/

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#amateur photographer #dark art #taphophilia #photography #urban ex

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an overwhelming sadness that burrows through me

#idky I never posted this here I probably accidentally deleted it

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Grief

You create from grief. It is an endless grief that pours out of your eyes and mouth and fingertips over and over again; a grief too vast to be contained. It demands an outlet, and so for you the act of creation is much like weeping. Your work is a memorial to everything you have loved and lost, all you have longed for and been denied. Much like crying, pouring your grief out into your art brings you relief. The feeling of loss pervades your work, but the depth of your grief also speaks to the depth of the love that preceded it. After all, every tragedy is only what it is because someone had loved something enough to grieve it.

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