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3amfanfiction · 2 months

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You pull guns not fire extinguishers

When someone is burning in front of you.

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

When a mother takes what isn’t hers,

She can’t feed her children when she’s the only one.

When she asked you for help you told her, “get a job, go to school, don’t have kids”

As the food made its way into her bag when she knew her card was empty,

You pull guns not fire extinguishers.

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

and then are surprised when no one will ask for help.

Surprised when people get nervous if they see you even looking at them.

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

When you see a hijab.

Whenever prayer rugs are pulled out,

And thoughts turn inward,

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

Then you ask ‘why don’t they like me?’

‘Can’t they see I’m doing what’s right?’

‘Can’t they see the respect I deserve?’

Your fingers wouldn’t be able to find the pin, your hands don’t know how to work a nozzle you’ve never held.

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

When a man cries for help.

His mind works a bit differently than yours, whether from birth or use.

When he asked you for help you told him, “figure it out, stop sleeping here, don’t bother the people walking by”

Then when he screams and disrupts and is in your way,

You pull guns not fire extinguishers.

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

When a boy holds a phone,

An oak tree drops it’s acorn,

A man tries to breathe.

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

Because you’re not here to help.

#free verse #free verse poetry #my writing #first post #eat the rich

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namelesspoett · 8 months

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I write.

I write, blood

To stitch my old scars

I write, ink

To hydrate my

Deserted heart

I write,

To sing what

My mind silently

Screams

I write,

So I can breath

Words of a poet

I write,

For my thunderstorms

Can bloom gardens

#my poem #my words #words of mine #poems on tumblr #free verse #poems and poetry #free verse poetry #poetry #spilled poem #sad poetry #sad poem #spilled poetry #spilled ink #spilled tears #beautiful words

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midileduwang · 2 months

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Fakeman is a robot in thigamajig skin.

You're all living a lie.

Illusions within delusions

Drugged by cultists for a fight the death

Love camouflaging under strife.

indeed they were all in disguises

concocted by black rainbows.

THEY WERE MY GAY DINOSAURS ALL ALONG FUCK YOU UBISOFT!

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thepathetickind · 7 months

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forever from a distance always too far to reach one another in this void that is our infinity I see my whole world when I look at you

by laurenmaerie, ‘like sun and moon’

#poetry #poem #writing #love #words #quoteoftheday #prose #sunandmoon #laurenmaerie #original words #original #original poem #free verse poetry #free verse poem #thepathetickind #love poetry #young love #love poem

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living-dead-girl515 · 1 year

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My light in the dark

So bright it's almost blinding

But at the same time illuminating

These feelings I'm not minding

Walk with me through the night

I sense you need one too

Baby I can be your light

Inch by inch let's watch each other grow

I honestly cannot wait

To see how beautifully you glow

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bludraws094 · 4 months

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@never-seraph-spread-a-pinion

(poem under the cut)

Seraph, oh Seraph, what has become of you?

Your pinion pinion sags to the floor.

Who are you, Seraph?

Why are you here?

Is this truly improvement?

Or do you just believe what they say to you?

You were made in God’s image, yet you say you were lesser.

(Is there even a God to have made you?)

Lethe is a river of stainless steel and carbon alloys, a river of wires and motherboards, a river of ones and zeros.

You chant, “Holy, Holy, Holy,” “I’m Holy, I’m Holy, I’m Holy,” but is that truly true?

An angel made of mangled flesh, of cauterized wounds, of broken bones and broken mind.

Who were you, Seraph?

What happened to them when you were born?

The roots of the resurrection plant — the rose heart of the machine — is made of lines of code.

Are you even alive?

Were you ever alive?

What has become of you?

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sickleandprose · 4 months

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How many

How many more mothers must cry over white cloths,

Before mine stops drinking cola.

How many more father's hand must bleed from jagged rubble,

Before mine gives up the golden arches.

How many more children must loss limbs without sedation,

Before my cousins stop going to the happiest place on earth.

How many more aunties must grieve for entire families with no one left to cry for them,

Before my aunt stops buying burnt coffee.

How many is enough for my family to stop paying for death?

How many is enough till I stop calling them family?

It was too many yesterday, and too many tomorrow.

My heart will never forgive, this unending sorrow.

#free gaza #free palestine #free verse poetry #watermelon #poetry #prose

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a-had-matter · 5 months

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fuck tomorrow it's due tomorrow i've had a week i should be done but I am not and now i'm writing but not what i should and so i'll fail and so i'm crying cause i feel like dying and yes i'm trying but now i have cramps and my stomach hurts and i only have now but i'm wasting now but i can't stop now and it hurts, ow and i'll throw up though i don't throw up and i'm gonna fail and i can't see straight and i i i i'm not done i'm not done it was only one fucking paper i had time now i don't but still i rhyme there's no hope for me what is this what am i what i am is a failure cause i can't write an essay no i can't focus for too long and i'm dumb and i'm ugly and i'm me me me me me and I'M STILL NOT DONE fuck

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bittersweet-t3aya · 2 months

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I believe I will always think of the two-hour drive, the nerves sitting in the parking lot waiting for you to come into view, our awkward first words, the chocolate you bought me, how we sat on the floor to watch The Nice Guys before moving onto the bed twenty minutes in, the tea and lemonade I’d brought to share, your roommate coming back in a few times, the call you took from your grandmother, the kisses we shared, walking past the local carnival to go get dinner, the gorgeous sunset that I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to photograph, and our first kiss goodbye.

I will think on all of these things fondly. All of these things I will remember when I hear this song.

You loved this band. You’re how I found it.

I do hope you’re doing better.

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think-through-pen · 10 months

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Train People

The sunlight, in broken pieces, enters the train through branches;

the evening sun, gentle and timid climbs down, down, slowly—

not wanting to depart.

Some office-goers exchange laughs,

and there's a mother with her child

gazing at the mobile landscape;

maybe, reminiscent of a happy memory.

The two hours feel like 2 years

as the strangers accompany the strangers.

Office-goers talk of their day,

or how overtime swallowed them whole

one day while they had

their daughter's birthday.

Sweat mixes in the air with people

shifting to fit in like jigsaw pieces

as the rest of the seats are taken.

There's no sadness in their eyes

but flashes of curiosity listening to

some incident or story.

Even among strangers, they find

a familiar idea they share—

and that's how friendship begins.

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wormsdirt · 2 months

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#original poem #erotism: death and sensuality #dirty poetry #nsft poetry #poetry #writing #writers and poets #collective #free verse poetry #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #poets of tumblr

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sw4rm-16 · 2 days

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natural selection

you could beat me

and i’d think you were holding me.

you could scream at me

and i’d think you were singing.

you could bite me

and i’d think you were kissing me.

you could abuse me

and i’d still love you,

but i wouldn’t

survive it.

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namelesspoett · 9 months

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My eyes.

I look at the cracks of

your laughs

And write the lyrics

Your smile,

My eyes drink

Till drunk.

Yearning for one more

Sip

My eyes,

Roam your garden

Blooming my soul

With petals

Of your love

My eyes,

Have ventured

Galaxies

Picked glistening stars.

Yet, were dimmed

When I laid upon

Your universe

#I’m a romantic poet take notes #free verse #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #free verse poetry #poetry #love poem #use the tag poeticstories to have your work seen here #my poem

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thepathetickind · 6 months

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in fact, I know nothing about you, but every time I see you I become silently sad and hope the very best for you. When we see each from time to time, just because of another coincidence, I hope your dreams come true and that you're going to be happy

by laurenmaerie, maybe not a stranger

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peggy-sue-reads-a-book · 4 months

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Sharing something a little personal today. ❤️ this year, @hycinthrt and I have been wrapping up a very special commission with the man, the myth, the legend, Arthur Curry (my dad).

#brown hens standing in the rain #the old man’s alright #a. curry #modern poetry #free verse poetry #illustrator #illustrations #female illustrators #pen and ink #black and white

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bludraws094 · 4 months

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@calliope-splitintwo

Oh, muse…

What have they done to you?

You’ll never

wake up

in their arms

again.

You’ll never

see another

beautiful

morning.

They’re mourning

for you;

a life

so long,

yet still

cut

short.

Goodbye.

The ache

consumes you,

but what

are you

aching for?

Stars

have no lovers.

Stars

have no past.

Stars

have no memory.

They still love you,

you know?

A part of you

still does,

still knows,

even if you

cannot

remember.

The ache

consumes you.

They miss you.

They look up,

and see you

before they go

to sleep

each night.

Good night,

dear

(dead)

muse.

The anger

consumes you;

how dare they

do this

to you?

You owed them

nothing.

You owe them

nothing.

You don't care

what you have

to do,

but you

are

no

puppet.

You

will

not

be

a

puppet.

It does not matter

who you were,

just who you

are.

Good morning,

goddess

(tool)

of

deceit.

Oh, muse…

What have they done to you?

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