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ad-venturism · 3 days

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MINDFULNESS. Even a clean house needs dusting. It is clean because it is cleaned. even a clear mind needs breathing. It is clear because it is cleared. There is no life but what is lived. Everything is real though a false perception can weaken a home and clutter a mind. Every moment is a now, every moment begins anew.

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heartofmuse · 6 months

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A perfect bond

A perfect bond does not mean you will not disagree or hurt each other. That is inevitable because human nature is flawed. Both come into a bond with histories, scars, wounds, different needs, and worldviews. But to have a perfect bond is to have one that has three ribbons knit as one. The first one is trust. Unshakable trust in what each one is, faith in each other's heart, to have peace no matter the storm for you know who you love. The second one is respect. Respect for each other's time, opinions, and decisions. Respect for the person they are, for respect is acceptance of each of your individualities even in the face of disagreement. And the center, at the core, is love. For love is a balm that soothes, a bridge that breaches impossible chasms, a river that brings us to each other. It is a beautiful symbiosis for love is a wellspring for respect and trust, and they in turn add depth and strength to love. This is our bond, beloved mine, a perfect bond of soul and heart. A bond that blesses and nourishes us while giving us freedom, and a safe place to be fully ourselves. A perfect bond that will last a lifetime.

e.v.e.

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robertjw4688 · 29 days

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Growth is not

a straight line

nor is it a

fault line.

Growth is

a semicolon

placed where an

ellipsis

once slept.

Robert J. W.

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thedecaffeinatedprince · 2 months

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fantodsdhrit · 21 days

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fell asleep your cigarette insomnia charred pillows stannic room flames

to rākshasas shiva granted then deprived

your psychedelic hatred for everything vivid woke up and met itself

an official visualizer song natraja dashboard

i realised i needed you more than hungry ghost realm

i needed you more than needs' need

the third eye was treacherously unappetizing don't stare at cement dust

they voyage on positive cruelty vibes

you said whatever was to come would now be i waited for you to lie still

so i could be intimately hallway alone

my head as antithesis of shiva's matted hair

my head without strength you assay

if you refuse to perish as a human become a rākshasa

there's a futility to life that only life assumes

like gulmohars spewing leaves icterine

or a kite carrying away furryball squirrel

after that silver fire your room spoke to you but you were half in wyoming

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stevenluce · 8 months

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Hey! If you write poetry and want to be on my online poetry magazine please send me a message, submit your work to me, or hashtag your work with, ‘#newwavepoetry’

I’ve been doing poetry on this site for thirteen years and am trying to do what the people did for me when I started.

Please don’t be a stranger and get your work out there! I’m trying to do what poetryriot once did. The tumblr poetry community thanks you! “#newwavepoetry”

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dreamingdreamin · 2 months

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Brown eyes that mirror thoughts; eyes that round up when intriqued, eyes that close to almost a slit when playful, eyes that sparkle with mischief even before the words come out of her mouth.

I play along when she has a joke in mind, she doesn't know her eyes are giving it all away. The way her lips curl up and the way her nose crinkles, the way her voice carries her intent- light and full of laughter. She doesn't know i've spent years learning her and can read her through and through.

Here she comes, those coffee powder eyes with twinkling lights beneath it. Here she comes and starts with "Hey have you heard. . ?" Here she comes and there's happiness in my blood, it's going all around.

#bitsofstarglow #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #poetry prose #poetrycommunity #twcpoetry #words words words #poetryriot #writerscreed #spilled ink #scribbles #quotes #poems on tumblr #poetry #spilled words #my writing #love #light academia #they call it love

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artistsoftheunknown · 21 days

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(d)foggd

what happens when the empathy daze sets us adrift across decades of amnesia, with no remnants of occurrence to hold up to the light? post-hoc sutures do their best to maintain an image of years gone by to little affair; played off by the muted blues of star-crossed incongruences.

what's found scattered about can be made to replicate past as new mutation. time spent traversing scarred landscapes taught me to arrange said pieces anew, for the path ahead bares in mind, yet does not heed warnings of trial & error.

#poetry #concrete poetics #commute #writerscreed #poetryriot #twcpoetry #we out here #land #spilled ink

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matthew-pasquarello · 1 month

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a dungeon for kisses a deterioration of fairy tales and fairy tale accessories next to the leak in the ceiling i'm quite sane and ready for ha ha ha holidays in the caress of a rabid sun

#poetry #lit #poem #poems #writing #creative writing #alt lit #literary #literature #prose #words #art #twcpoetry #writerscreed #poetryriot

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thespiandrummer · 3 months

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daycap of Winter sits crowned cloudless

unarranged

everything that I am now appears in stillness of

foresight

as January embers heave weight to February’s

insouciant

Aire of light, uncommon celestial angles made ecliptic and

wary

in the slanted wisps of our candor, sing to us

terrestrial

like the tail of a comet, its coma shouldered alluvial like

silted

light flows downstream, fertile - and stars birthed

form

an entablature, the frieze and valance of its glow in your eyes

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Inspired by @riverwindphotography's photo

#spilled ink #poem #poetry #poetryriot #writerscreed #poetryportal #poeticstories #edited

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lebuc · 3 months

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in event of an emergency

* in the event of an emergency we'll proceed as always:

those whose calendar is full will strive to keep their appointments

those who've cleared theirs will seek to preserve that precious space.

for what constitutes an emergency

& what's just simply emergent blurs with the medium chosen

to view from the span of our circle of concern;

because massaged media makes mincemeat out of mountains,

meteors from mouse-sized mentation & motions;

it lays waste in haste of the way we'd place our attention

not to mention the notion & pace of the great paper race, it seems.

even seeping into our wildest dreams while we chase the elusive, & flee from the dreaded, the abusive - controlling when & where we're headed in a milieu wholly of our own making;

only to awaken, stirred & shaken slipping into a twilight zone

of the othered unknown. * 1/24 - lebuc - in event of an emergency

#poetry #poets on tumblr #creative writing #free verse #spilled ink #twc #writerscreed #poetryriot #alt lit #lit #in event of an emergency

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heartofmuse · 7 months

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I have decided to be happy today, and let nothing disturb the beauty that blossoms in my soul at the sight of the sky and the flowers that sing of vibrant life. Why let woes and worries, regret and sorrow, dampen my spirit when the soul is made to fly?

e.v.e.

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robertjw4688 · 11 days

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A poem from my new poetry collection, Coffee Ring Lies, available April 16th!

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getcareless · 2 months

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Triolet Poem #30

I heard it takes two to tango. You'll see me moving to the beat. I'm an offensive commando. I heard it takes two to tango. It's a firefight 'til one stands though. Instead we're grooving in the heat. I heard it takes two to tango. You'll see me moving to the beat.

"Two To Tango", JEP

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fantodsdhrit · 1 month

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you nod to everything of smooching nothing not even cosmic staircase

talkative outfit of blessed blooming day

st thomas hoists your brother from dead

that was then now cornfields are holy war blindfolds

take in that other force dilute yourself

resistance is only when you mountain

resistance is only flightless flight people meet at wagah border every year

naan with beef kebabs fancy some

most sacred passions lay university aflame

black snow and your hermetic lips

a christmas loneliness haunts dum conderet urbem after coal mines

all apostles live in that magenta tower

croon disused airport speeches et al

during riots thigh bruises of an ordinary kind claque foists authority

tell me there are utopias in expiry stars

auctioned to narcose highest bidders

paid in emotion bubbles that spurn to ever pop like moi

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stormykatie · 6 months

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One day you will realize, it's not fate or luck that got you here but the choices you've made, the habits you've formed, the thoughts you've run in your head.

-sometimes it's easier to blame the gods or destiny

katie

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