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trickstersaint · 17 hours

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it really is fine, but i'll take a lollipop anyway // april 25 2024

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poemsonmars · 1 day

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i don't have any dark secrets

but i do have a few light ones.

and i don't mean light

in that they're not heavy

because fuck they are,

but rather... well,

my secret is that i am terrified

to tell her that i love her

and how could that possibly

be anything but sunshine?

how could loving her,

in whatever horrible

form that may be in,

be anything other than

the single greatest thing

i've ever done with my life?

it doesn't matter if

she doesn't love me back

if i never get the courage

to tell her anyway.

i will keep my secrets

buried deep inside and

hope that their light

is enough to keep me warm.

i will keep loving her

and i will keep it to myself.

-mars

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wordedarchive · 1 day

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escapril day 24: unexpected transmission

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voidic3ntity · 1 day

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beneath the surface of myself, something much dark lurking,

forever positioned within the recess of my tongue & my mind,

& continuously seeking to destroy any remnants of lightness:

I swallow down those pills, shrooms, resin, smoke or liquid;

suppressing the depth of hurt I felt as an innocent child...

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mkaugustpoetry · 3 days

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How many nights have I dreamt

Of holding you in my arms?

Keeping you safe and loved,

Comforting you.

How many nights have I dreamt

Of seeing your smile?

Your eyes a cloudy mystery to me

But the curve of your mouth

Real and true.

I thought maybe I had you for the briefest of days.

I thought I was learning the shape of your eyes

And the weight of your hand in mine.

But I'll go back to dreaming.

I'll keep dreaming of you each night.

#escapril #escapril 2024 #poetry #my poetry #writeblrcafe #poeticstories #spilled poetry #original poetry #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #original poem #prompt poetry #prompt: a recurring dream

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wheatfieldspoet · 24 days

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as isaac, on the walk home

please, won’t you look at me, father? i can’t erase the memory of the surrender in your eyes if i keep staring at your back.

you held my hand as we climbed the mountain. i felt your pulse through my palm, your grip tight against the sweat. God has called us, you said with urgency, yet you took your time as we ascended.

i can’t remember what i feared more: the blade, the flame, or the aftermath.

who would have made the bigger sacrifice if there was no ram in the thicket— you? me?

or mother?

is there no test of faith more agonizing than to forgive?

but even in my final breath, i would have. i love you even though i may never understand it, if only you would tell me. i don’t ask for much—

father! please. soothe my shivering. i’m afraid the next time i see a knife i might think it’s love.

— Jade A.

escapril day 3: eye contact

@adventurerswritingguild day 3: hand / god / knife

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adventurerswritingguild · 25 days

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🦋 Happy #NaPoWriMo Adventurers! 🦋 This year, we've put together a special prompt list for our community + any curious passersby. Prompts were made by me, Maria @shylovrs so feel free to tag the guild + moi! Use the #AdventurersWrite or #ShyPrompts to share your work!

And if you'd like to join a community of dedicated writers and creatives this April, the guild's doors are open! Check the link in bio or click here to gain access to our discord!

#writing prompts #poetry community #poetry #writeblr #poets on tumblr #poetry workshop #creative writing #poetry prompts #escapril #escapril 2024 #napowrimo #napowrimo2024

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just-looking-for-stars · 1 year

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a bit of advice:

order dessert before dinner whenever you can. get the really rich option, the oreo cheesecake or chocolate mouse. lick warm, melty whipped cream off the backside of your spoon, scoop the chocolate clean off the plate, sit back and sigh and lament that you might have not saved enough room for dinner, without an ounce of regret, and then go on to finish the bread and oil and your entire bowl of pasta too. look utterly confused anytime anyone brings up their new diet, or how they need to work out before dinner, or that they are just soooo bloated, or how they just need to lose that last 5 pounds. act as if it is the most absurd thing you have heard that someone would even consider cutting calories or passing on warm cookies fresh out of the oven or ignoring the pleasure of eating a whole bag of pink starbursts in one sitting. picture yourself at age three, often. think about a time before dance classes or diet culture or tiny runway models or tumblr of 2012 got it’s hands on you. remember the way your belly rolls looked extra cute in your purple butterfly swimsuit with watermelon juice covering your sticky salt water fingers, braids wildly unkempt from summertime play (and then remember that nothing has changed with age except that now you have a blue butterfly swimsuit instead of purple). and when you can’t show up for yourself to feed this adult body that has to face the world, feed yourself at three years old, giggly and chubby, sweet talking in hopes for a second popsicle. let them know that they can have three popsicles if they want, and that tonight, we will even order our dessert before dinner.

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ambiguouspuzuma · 26 days

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change of state

she ended things on harvest day; a breaking up, which by the way was mutual (at least as much as apples would fall at her touch; dangling down, remaining calm as she reached out with eager palm, and nestled perfectly in place as once our fingers interlaced. made to fit, or so it felt until the final blow was dealt).

she said that we might still be friends but I was friendless in the end. left to address my tortured pleas to sympathetic orchard trees; sing dirges for times long ago to verges where the nettles grow. left only with a heart that grieves for memories scattered with the leaves.

all things have their time, I know. love lives and dies likes things that grow. fruit ripens and, untended, rots. we were in bloom and now we're not. there comes the hour for picking fruit, or else it falls to feed the roots; to compost back into the plants given in death a second chance.

but some fruit cling on past their hour decaying where they hang, turned sour by memories of better days, our springtime blossom, summer haze. I slump against the trees, bereft still staring at the space she left, the blackened apple in my chest now decomposing as I rest, and focus on that empty path, refuse to face this aftermath, the flowers of our youth now spent: this autumn of our discontent.

#escapril #poem #poetry

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getcareless · 17 days

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Triolet Poem #54

They say drunk words are sober thoughts. The truth comes out with ev'ry sip. Talking junk after a few shots. They say drunk words - are sober thoughts. Don't drink until your liver rots, alcohol will make you lose grip. They say drunk words are sober thoughts. The truth comes out with ev ry sip.

"Drunk Words", JEP

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trickstersaint · 12 days

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an aromantic person is someone who (fill in the blank here) // april 10 2024

#dunno how the image quality is gonna turn out on this one i had to smallen the doc to fit it all in one screenshot #bear with me. haha #poetry #poems about aromanticism #aro poetry #aro poet #aromantic poet #aromantic poetry #aromanticism #aromantic #DELIGHTFUL tags i always forget i can use haha #poem #poems #poets on tumblr #napowrimo #poems and poetry #escapril #poetsandwriters #aromantic thoughts on love

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poemsonmars · 15 days

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i am tired of being

afraid of everything.

i step into the fog

with open arms,

and it amazes me

how much it feels like rain.

i think i could drown myself

in anything if i really tried.

-mars

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wordedarchive · 2 days

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escapril day 22: desire

[ from the doing of first's disobedience to the many that followed within. the original sin paved the way for numerous to follow in it's wake. both visible and hidden. in all its methods and forms. stealing goods, money, food or someone's part of better half. everything arises from a disastrous want. to bow before desire and make yourself vulnerable to tempestuous remarks. ]

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voidic3ntity · 1 day

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beneath the surface of myself: something much dark lurking.

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mkaugustpoetry · 25 days

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Going from sleep to wake

Just to live all my days

In that inbetween state.

Keeping my eyes open

Just to see your face.

Don't turn out the light.

I know it's late,

But I'm not ready yet

For that forced change of state.

#escapril #escapril 2024 #poetry #my poetry #writeblrcafe #poeticstories #spilled poetry #poets on tumblr #change of state

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wheatfieldspoet · 24 days

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angels are real, mine lives in chicago

when people ask how i survived 3 years in a graveyard shift, i tell them it’s because i have friends on the other side.

i threw a line out the sea and ended up being found, your tug on the invisible string pulling everything into place.

more than half a day away, but time stands still for us enough to fit years of stories in the palms of our hands.

even if we’ve only shared smiles from afar, your wings cross oceans to carry your laugh to me.

when i make it to you, you’ll give me a place to rest, tangible to match the astral one you’ve already granted.

distance and time zones are nothing at all when i carry you in my pocket, guardian dear.

now, like sun and moon, we trade waking hours. still, i fall asleep holding your goodnight text-shaped hand.

— Jade A.

escapril day 2: change of state

napowrimo.net day 2: write a platonic love poem

for @darlingwendy

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