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thehobbitchronicles · 1 year

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coffeexxcigarettes · 2 months

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Anticipation

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It's like waiting for the house to come down.

A fire burning in the basement.

We walk the floors with slippers on,

As to not scald our feet.

But we know the house will come down.

We know the fire will climb the walls.

We know this.

Yet sometimes,

When I sit alone, unable to breathe,

The smoke in my lungs and unbearable heat.

I'm grateful for your small talk..

About the weather.

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feralfemme-jpg · 4 months

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a poem a day | day 4

“yum”

in the morning i cleaned.

washed all the dishes that had

been sitting out for too long.

wrote a grocery list.

cut peppers and onions precisely

and didn’t even use it as an excuse

to cry.

ate the non-powdered peanutbutter

on normal bread and didn’t feel like

i had to be sad about it.

and i didn’t weigh anything

except the dry pasta (116g)

but i tried not to and

that was enough

at least for today.

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namjhyun · 1 year

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Shin Jae Ha for Allure Korea April 2023

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oforalways · 3 months

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if you are a glass of cabernet

then I long for the day

my drain becomes wine stained

and after a sip I pour you away

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 1 year

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Trust

I lost my trust in you,

I wish you knew

But you act like I'm the fool.

That argument was never about you

Never about your feelings that you threw,

Like weapons shooting against my heart

You knew, I would feel the piercing wound

And the tears that ran true.

I hate your pretence

The never ending ignoring being,

Have I not screamed enough?

What have I ever done to you?

But I am the only one to blame

The villian to your story

And you will never know the truth

Since I will stay in that role for you

But my trust is gone for good.

And no matter what you do

I'll forever be wary of you.

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bebebisous33 · 9 months

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A Poem A Day/Jinx/ Painter Of The Night: The true Face of Family 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

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imnotheriver · 2 years

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audre lorde // james baldwin

#a poem a day #poetry #audre lorde #james baldwin

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badge-does-stuff · 1 year

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a poem a day

day 6

we're twin flames

birds of a feather

we're insane

no doubts whatsoever

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poem-for-each-day · 1 year

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A tribute.

Perhaps you've lost something,

Come on everyone has, haven't they?

Perhaps it was your house,

Money or car, perhaps your job?

Family, pets, lovers?

Stood up at the altar?

Dirt over your mother?

Taken the dog out?

Perhaps your child was never four,

Perhaps you lost everything.

After the rain, comes the sun.

#14/03/2023 #lost #death #upseting #personal #people #a poem a day #daily poem #daily poetry #poem

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ramyeongif · 10 months

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Let us consider the farmer who makes his straw hat his sweetheart; or the old woman who makes a floor lamp her son; or the young woman who has set herself the task of scraping her shadow off a wall....

Russel Edson (Let Us Consider)

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bleachedfiies · 10 months

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Every Friday I sit and look out the window and at the curtains and I think maybe today, maybe today, maybe today I'll tell her how I feel like a moldy peach, a cover to my rotten center and how that feeling doesn't ever really go away no matter how much I pretend it's not there. Maybe today she'll give me the cure to myself, the words that will finally fix me. Maybe today, maybe today I'll leave here and never come Back because I will feel my moldy center leaving me. Maybe today, maybe next week, maybe in a month or a year. Maybe today.

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clairehtownsend · 10 months

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These words won't sing themselves

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feralfemme-jpg · 4 months

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a poem a day | day 3

today’s poem was so forced. i haven’t wanted to write ever since i got bad news yesterday. maybe i’m wrong about having bad january’s but back in 2016 i crashed from a manic episode and watched 11 seasons of grey’s anatomy in 3 weeks. now that i think about it i could probably write an essay about all the weird shit that has happened to me every january from 2013 to now. hmm.. maybe i will.

the wonder years have that one lyric that goes “god damn you look holy bathed in the january light” and i try to see january’s like that sometimes cause i know of that *specific* light but let’s just be honest: january‘s are not real.

“january feels like a whole fucking year”

i don’t think i’ve ever been happy

in january, except for maybe once,

at the beach in georgia

with the boy i loved once (i think)

eleven january’s ago

i preformed a blood oath

in the school lunchroom

and for the longest time i thought

it meant something

but now i don’t.

i haven’t lived in the city long enough

to associate weather with nostalgia

so i just feel cold and tender and

rotten and ready for blood (again)

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liamspoetry · 1 year

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Write.

2023.03.05

To put scribbles on a paper. To make thoughts and emotions visible. Sharing. Thinking. A sequence of hand movements, going from left to right, right to left or top to bottom. To express oneself, to leave a mark, to organize the abstract and intangible, to choose, to be creative, to give an opinion. (The shy person's preferred way of communication.)

A way to live, a reason for living. To write. To be. To be remembered.

Prompt: describe writing in as many ways as possible Collage and poetry by me.

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farwest-texas-highpriestess · 1 year

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Pursuit

Even in vain she searched

Who were they to tell her

A God

What was possible

Where there is water

There is life

This she has made sure of

Where there is water

There is healing

This be up to the wounded

And just as they told her

The wounded were in the billions

Yet they did not choose

There must be

Somewhere among them

Someone she can lead to water

Someone who has chosen to heal

Someone worth the price of paradise

This she contemplated

Beneath the blessed cottonwood tree

And then like a crack of thunder at sea

She heard it

Free Wata

Her name

Free Wata Free Wata

Her daughter?

Free Wata Free Wata

In the distance! Calling her name!

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