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najarsinkedpages · 1 month
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The monster that man fears is nothing compared to the monster that man is.
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"And then you're 30. The moon lives under your skin and the sun in your heart."
-it's my birthday <3333
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asterlune · 6 days
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fate - aster lune
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poetic-little-doll · 10 days
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It’s starting to feel the same again..
Like a tightness in my bones that threatens to snap them if I move just one more inch.
Like a pressure forcing me down into the bed, sinking me slowly, ready to suffocate me at another breath.
Like these words are lodged in my throat, choking what little life I had left out of me and my hands are too numb to pull them out.
Like the person down on one knee in front of me is offering far worse than a ring and the damage is irreversible.
What do I do when it starts to feel the same again?
S.Lilobell (Save me from this eternity.)
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abrighterspark · 14 days
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11. posture
sit taller, sit brighter
stand stronger, stand lighter
grace becomes you; fills the space
pride of posture in your gaze
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scaryh4rry · 5 days
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the thought of her eyes
glittering, as she admires the scars
& blemishes of my weathered face
tells me i gave my heart to the right person.
i would burn this world to the ground if she asked me to.
<3 scaryh4rry
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bluemartiann · 2 months
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I can’t write
I haven’t in a while
All I do is torture my mind
And save my heart
I distract
And fall apart
I see then sleep
And feel,
My feelings are something I put on the left burner,
Every morning when I’m making myself
A cup of tea.
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I often worry that my poetry is insignificant.
something only I cherish,
and only because I know no other way
but God, how it makes me smile to see
someone thought my poem deserved
a little tap, a simple heart
sent over the thrashing seas of the internet
to let me know they liked it.
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miakate-writes · 7 months
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moth
moth in the wind,
drawn to the light,
the secrets,
the knowledge that could kill her,
her deepest desire,
her downfall,
don’t let her fly too close,
to that warmth,
but oh what that warmth could feel like,
the best thing becoming the last thing,
wings burnt and lessons learnt,
all comes crashing down,
the only sound being the whispers of what once was known.
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sofiaflorina2021 · 6 months
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From the book "Solitaire" (2014) by Alice Oseman. You know, I prefer to be a linguist than a poet.
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katherine-ophelia · 8 months
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Where the trees smell of pine and are parted by rivers, the sun’s warmth covering every inch, is home.
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I am the honey singed with fire a train carriage named desire and a rage, and a fear you’ll never know cause love never goes it just becomes a monster. 
Carolina Outcrop, These Dark Journeys
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her-and-poetry · 1 year
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You are what love looks like to me
Out of many faces I see, I feel lucky that I get to see a pretty face like yours. When I look at you, it’s like I’m looking at a painting.
Just looking at your face takes the stress away, just looking at you makes me happy. I admire your whole face. I admire your facial features.
I admire your hair texture, I dream of my hand in your hair, wishing I could play with it, twisting one of your curls around my finger.
I admire your pretty eyes, I dream of locking eyes with you, wishing to be hypnotized by making intense eye contact with you.
I admire your perfectly shaped brows and the way they complement your smile.
I admire how attractive your speaking voice is, listening to your voice tickles my heart.
I admire your perfect teeth, your killer smile, your smile is contagious, when you smile I smile.
-Roxanne
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my mind is sleepless
i ache for unconciousness but it will not come
i will not let it
i run away from the cloud of night
a storm that seeks to anchor me to the core
sink me with the inky black that dwells in my chest
burrowed in my flesh to hide from sunlight
i dread the bottom, i dread the bottomless
what is more terrifying?
what i imagine is waiting for me there
or
to learn there is nothing at all
just darkness swimming into darkness
swimming like my eyes in the pitch
the water calls to me but i am landlock
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najarsinkedpages · 2 days
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i long and ache and yearn to be loved,
by a poet, an artist or a maniac-
for only the crazed hearts can love maddeningly;
they can love endlessly.
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scaryh4rry · 6 days
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you by me.
she’s everything to me
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