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why is it so easy to feel,

when it’s not even real?

how can you yearn a feeling,

you never ever felt?

how can you miss,

the feeling of soft touches,

as if you’ve ever been touched?

how is it so easy to reach

for a moment that doesn’t exist?

why can you only breathe deep,

with the constant thought of it?

isn’t it tiring,

to yearn and love and try for,

when there’s no hope

it’s gonna stay unreal,

it’s gonna stay impossible

you’re gonna fade with the delusion,

that you can have what you yearn for

you feel never reach the feeling

the touches will never reach you

the moment will never come

#poetry #poem #original poetry #my poetry #poets of tumblr #mars writes #i realised i only write like this when im depressed #ive never been good at poetry

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soft breaths and small kisses,

quiet giggles and shy smiles,

laying on your side with a hand on your waist,

thin strings of hair brushing on your skin,

harsh sounds of calm heartbeats,

comforting scent of detergent,

it’s them right beside you,

holding you like their life depended on it,

distracting you with simple kisses,

their soft lips and your blushed skin,

eros watching over you with a proud grin,

you can’t see him but love is in the air,

it’s not lust, it’s not touches filled with desire,

it’s not attempts to seduce

but it is whispers to warm your heart,

it is genuine promises followed with considerate touches,

it is love and you know it

#poetry #poem #writing #poems #love #love poem #original poetry #my poetry #my poem #i’ve never been good at poetry #mars writes #june 2021

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Literary history that happened on 3 April

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My dreams are hanging on the ceiling

Tied with the string I used to sew my past and present together

So I hang my dreams up for a final execution

At the end there was no string enough for my future

They resisted only to embrace the reality at the end

It was their time to leave

There was no way I could sew my future to my present

There was no way they could survive with the absence of a future

My dreams suffocated as they cried loud to breathe

If only I had more string to sew my future

If only I had hope to find just a little more of the string

#literature #poem #poetry #writing #my poetry #my poem #original poetry #poets of tumblr #dark academia #academia #mars writes

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Oscar Wilde’s Handwritten Edits to The Picture of Dorian Gray.

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Würzburg Residence. Germany

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To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.

Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.

It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.

We cannot be silent. 

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THIS PRIDE MONTH PLEASE SHOW SOLIDARITY WITH THE BLACK LGBT COMMUNITY. BLACK LGBT LIVES MATTER AND ARE AT MORE THAN A RISK THAN EVER. 

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maurice - e.m. forster

the song of achilles - madeline miller

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they need a therapist more than i do

Imagine your icon being your therapist

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being in museums with strangers was kinda intimate lol

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*Enters a bookstore*

me to myself: be calm

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you ever put on a song whose vibes seize you so suddenly and violently that when it’s over you feel like you were briefly possessed

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Henry: There’s only one thing worse than dying.

Henry: [rips paper off to reveal ‘Alex dying’]

Alex: Me.

Henry: No!

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mr darcy lived in derbyshire so he sounds like. lizzeh. ah lov yew moost ahhdentleh

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you ever open a message and think ‘what the fuck am I supposed to say to this’

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Hugh Grant (Maurice 1987) and Jude Law (Wilde 1997)