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#Shitty poem
inkbloodpages · 23 hours
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Mother tells me I’m a woman, but she raised me like a man.
I’m my father’s oldest son, and his only daughter.
I’m my sister’s older brother, and my brother's older sister.
I wish I could tell you that I know who I am.
All I know is I’m not a woman or a man, but a secret third thing.
A people pleaser.
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jellysshitpoems · 2 months
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No title - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)
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bunniesandsilk · 12 days
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shitty poetry dump 🫶
i want to be loved.
held, my hair played with, longing for the touch of another.
to be somebody's muse
yet as much as i crave this
i have nothing to give back.
but i still crave this
is that selfish?
to long for the touch of another? knowing i cant return that love
but i wish i could
i wish i could adore the ground you walk on
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words spill from your lips
sticking to me like honey youll never truely scrub off
but i can live with that.
being an amalgamation of things thrown at me,
a collage of experiences.
an empty canvas filling up as i allow time to pass through me.
letting it leave its marks.
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minimallycreative · 1 year
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reading old shitty poetry from middle school is so funny because half of them are about "i don't know who i am" and "i am not a person" and shit like that.
the audacity that i had to be surprised to discover the system.
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chubsbuns · 9 days
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How Much More
- CM 2024
I wrote a shitty poem about the shitty state the UK is in
(Sorry about my weird handwriting and poor spacing)
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an-atlas-or-other · 2 months
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Physical therapy we couldn’t afford,
new seats in the car and
a lost again war
This body is trying to destroy its own world
Soon comes the last step I take out of my door
‘Nothing to fear,’
but I’m fucking afraid
Abandonment debts to be paid
I can’t live on my own, not with the way I was made
I wasn’t put here, I hope, just so I could complain
I’m withering away and I
won’t get much farther
They said I wouldn’t pay for
the sins of my father
A walker, a wheelchair, a future in my name
I should be grateful it’s only a cane
It’s terminal and I won’t be catching the next plane
I love my family but they’re all in a different place
It’s painful in body, in mind and in soul
Not even God will throw me a bone
You think it’s a necessity but I don’t need to be avenged
I’m just waiting for this all to end
My twentieth is wishful thinking when everything’s against
the very idea of my surviving until then
A relapse, my synapses
wither away in my head
Oh god, I’m better off dead
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littlefoxrecovers · 2 months
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I hear her voice, and it's like I'm 13 again. Begging for love.
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camusscigarette · 2 days
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Mourning the Loss of a Child that Never was and will Never be II:
Ô unfortunate soul of a child I used to know,
I watched as your flesh slipped along the smooth body that gave you life, decaying in chunks and blood;
You were gone far too early, far too young, and your blood and mine mixed together did flow,
Watching as what remains of you fall to mud.
You were a child of war,
A fruit of violence,
Where even I couldn't save you, nor myself, no longer a Salvatore, you were too far,
Too far to reach, a rotten apple, a creation of an Ultraviolence.
I didn't get to grieve your loss, as I was too busy grieving mine,
Grieving a lost childhood, a lost innocence in a cruel world, unkind.
I couldn't grieve you, even now, I still can not grieve you,
A poisonous wine did I drink to lose not only you but my whole being too?
It took a few more years to understand that I have lost a life,
Not my own, not yet at least, but yours;
And it only made me draw more stars onto my scarred body with a knife,
One for you, one for me, and one for us both , till the world became dark and my eyes remained close.
—C.A.
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lichensdiaries · 2 months
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I love you.
But I never truly loved myself, never let myself fully be loved by you. How could you? After all, in this broken body, broken mind, what is left to love. Its selfish of me, but I'll pour myself out for you, so there's nothing left for you to hold.
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doriandistortion · 6 months
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It’s cold out. The air's all crisp, biting, like those thoughts that don't at all fit together but insist on crashing the same party.
Reality is a carnival mirror, and this creaking boat, a carousel spinning sideways. I hear the laughter of Neptune, the coughs of distant galaxies.
- Dorian 11/27/23 10:13pm
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jellysshitpoems · 1 month
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Lover, my Love. - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)
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honeylights · 9 months
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I know I'm not wanted, but god do I love pretending I am
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witaliswritesstuff · 11 months
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Dog's God
I bare my teeth and gums Blood and bile mix on my tongue Your hand is above my head I can't tell if this palm is one of a merciful God I hope it is My tail wiggles on its own It hits my legs over and over again I bark and growl but you do not step back Please be merciful Do not break my heart Not again
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p0ssumlord · 11 days
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TW: SELF H@RM, BLOOD, @BUSE, PERIODS, TRAUMA, SA I would bleed I bled for both of you one from a blade one from nature
Both red Both hurt Both dripped down my legs
One for your amusement One for your kids I bled for you
But you left me Left on my own Left covered in blood Are you happy
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purplebluepen45 · 1 year
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"don't go"
"i'm not ready to let you go..."
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After fluff drawing, I'm giving you angst because this image has been rattling my brain for quite sometime XD
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littlefoxrecovers · 2 months
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I feel like I damaged a piece of me when I was young and still learning, and it never healed. It just festered.
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