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sayhoneysiren · 10 months

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cancer, i carry my heart in my hands. i can see every line, unique design and colorful vein it has. it is my most valuable asset i have and i know it inside out

. honeysiren🍒

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thecurseofafirsttimewriter · 6 months

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"Polite Sadness" - a poem

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 1 month

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One summer's day

If there comes a day

when words aren’t strong

know that my heart still longs on,

your youthful face

still haunts me to this day

a smile, made this world okay

broke through, left things undone.

All I wanted in those moments

was to fall in your arms

seek the comfort my reins denied

let you hold me

till the sun dies,

but soon those dreams fades

the mind wakes up

and I am left in this reality alone

seeking for the day

that you’ll come back to me

on one summer’s day.

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jlmahmud · 6 months

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A poem written by me

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oforalways · 2 months

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spring drifted in my window and whispered "I'm so glad you made it, again"

#poems and quotes #a poem i wrote #a poem by me #spilled poetry #spilled ink #spiled thoughts #spilled writing #spring #florals for spring? groundbreaking

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friendly-neighborhood-arsonist · 16 days

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Loss is an empty tank.

Loss is the tears in my eyes when I remember that you are gone.

Loss is your faded face smiling at me.

Loss is the joy I felt when meeting you and the pain now that you're gone.

Loss is the proof that there was love.

You can't have loss without love.

You can't have love without loss.

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jellifishiez · 2 months

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A bouquet. A flower. A bloom. A petal.

He brings me flowers.

They're pretty.

They smell nice.

I place them in the vase.

He brings me a flower.

It’s nice.

I see the apology in his eyes.

“It’s all I can afford.

I don’t know

Which flower you like.

What’s the point of a whole bouquet?”

I smile.

Say thank you.

And put it in a vase.

He brings me a bloom.

A flower, barely out of its shell

It’s small.

Green.

Sickly.

I do not understand

Why he brought it to me.

It feels

Like an afterthought.

I thank him

And plant it in the garden.

He doesn’t give me a flower.

I find one. A single petal.

A petal in the garbage.

A long-lost remnant of what was.

I leave it alone.

He’s gone.

I threw him out.

He’s gone, like the flowers went away.

I got myself a flower.

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autisticacademics · 3 months

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The Doctor Shopper

Doctor after doctor, Day after day, I still beg for help, yet each time they say:

Here are some probiotics! I really think you should try them. You have migraines, so here's some magnesium oxide! I couldn't be caught "refusing treatment" so my hands are tied.

Take a multivitamin, The cure to all that ails you. More fiber, maybe Benefiber, But you may have fructose intolerance so not fruit smoothie fiber.

Your ankles aren't weak. Your ankles don't roll. You're autistic, You're dyspraxic. I wonder if that's really all.

I would like a new doctor, but randos on the internet claim, Stop switching around! You should stop "doctor shopping."

"I don't think that they're hallucinations!" Nope, just auras to migraines. Also, I'm autistic. Everything is interpreted as scary when you're autistic.

He's a nutjob, I'd like a new doc! I want to switch but I don't out of fear of claims of doctor shopping.

The yellow dots are chasing me! No, visual auras which autism made scary. Clawing and cutting out the spiders in my blood my skin my brain. No, tingling auras made scary by the autism.

Should a doctor really be this stupid? The psychologist in the room, she didn't say anything! Would getting a new doctor really be doctor shopping?

I couldn't possibly have EDS. Nope, my doctor has a connective tissue disorder. I'm not more hypermobile than thee, so an Ehlers Danlos diagnosis must not be for me.

"You have AMPS!" "You have IBS!" "You are fat!" "Drink water and get more exercise!"

I won't be a doctor shopper. I can't help but wonder, Is wanting to be believed Really shopping for a doctor?

A fat female teen, Symptoms of nausea, pain, dizziness, and more. The most obvious option is mental illness. The best prescription is weight loss.

My attempts at exercise Are extinguished by my pain. I can't keep on, but there's no help until I'm the one to fix it all.

I fantasize every day Of growing up, losing some weight. Building a ton of muscle, drinking gallons of water a day. Taking my vitamins and supplements like some kind of health freak.

Walking into their office, "I'm not cured!" I'm falling, I'm swelling, I'm hurting, I'm crying Help me, please.

Are these thoughts normal? They don't feel normal. I should be fixed. I could be fixed Drugged, therapy again, a new drug (What mood stabilizer is it now?)

Maybe one day my pain will be taken seriously. Maybe one day my quality of life will be taken seriously. Maybe one day I will be taken seriously. That day's not today, I wish I was okay, but I can't handle it.

If I question it... Question their years of medical knowledge... Question their schooling... Question their authority... I'm the bad guy who\'s looking to shop for a doctor.

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lover-in-the-graveyard · 1 year

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Ah… to feel a love so strong that it brings you to tears

The quiet whispers and warmth of each other

To cry out of something other than distress

So strong, yet so gentle and graceful

A love that surpasses every other feeling

Blooming in the middle of a field of loneliness,

To find the meaning of happiness in an embrace

Still, being far from happy

Once you get drunk on that gaze

There’s only tears, my love…

For no other could move my heart like this

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closertohell · 1 year

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he never stops talking

stumbling around my room

speaking of god.

when he’s drunk his mouth is like a water fountain that misses the drain.

words spewing from his mouth

rolling over my deepest wounds

and into my heart

he longs for forgiveness

because

he hasn’t done it in a while

so it’s ok

everything is not ok.

he is my father, my own blood.

I love him and hate him

all at the same time.

I wish he could see

the pain he's causing me.

his apologies fall flat

his promises are empty,

and just like that

I want to break free

from his endless monologue

and deep deep sea

Of emotions.

my heart aches with every word

the silence is what I long to be heard.

I pray for the day

when he'll find a different way

until then,

I'll bear the weight

of his endless talk

and his drunken state.

I long for the day that he’ll be sober

But until that time comes,

I must protect my heart

And gain some closure.

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sayhoneysiren · 10 months

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leo, i dance in the flames, feeling the fire spread through my veins. so much to do, too much to love. i can never ever give this up

. honeysiren🍒

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kezibun · 1 year

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The struggles to wake. A story of mornings.

A soft lullaby of rain tempts you not to wake

Your warm heavy duvet like shackles you can not break.

Your kitten comes for cuddles begging you to stay

It's getting harder and harder to keep the dreams at bay.

Oh the stuggle to wake in the morning

This is a deep and dangerous warning.

Get up you must but sleep you wish.

If only you were a cat, dog or even fish.

Where for you rules of mornings and waking could not touch

And whether you slept the day a way would not matter much

If only you didn't have to get up in the morning

Your alarm chimes again like a deep and dangerous warning.

#original poem #a poem i wrote #while trying to get up this morning #poem #keziha rambles #random stuff #my life #i wish I didn't have to get up T_T

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 8 months

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Dear Father

I wished you have stopped, on the day you found out a little life adorned your soul. I wondered what kind of love it would have brought forth if only you have let go, breaking all the misunderstood of time there wouldn’t be the great depression or any hurtful words of doubts, the ‘hate you’ would have hurt less be it if you somehow forget then the hardships of life wouldn’t exist and the complete utter painful being resist. Have you ever wondered of my life as a precious gift? Not only as a slave that always gives perhaps it was only ever me, the over-complication of a situation of nothing as your shouts of ungratefulness deafen my ears. You should have let go, disappear, begin again and hope disappointment doesn’t follow you swim in your own ocean of dystopia pretence then regret wouldn’t be a tight-lipped friend fearing for the dark days that would never end over the well-thought-out life, somewhere in your head. Sometimes it stayed in mine instead conceivably be it a tortuous thought of harsh words, heartbreak and only my woeful self I seeped into your world as an utter mess a version that was only create by your hand, hoping that your love, you once had, would win instead.

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steve-two-phones-mackabee · 1 year

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Petty Deep Down

Having reached middle age

I become bored with contrarianism

Of convincing myself

I do not want what I haven't got

Of telling myself

Relationships are a bore

That I am better off alone

So as not to face

The disappointment

When there's no one there

Who will allow me

To be the mess for a change

I've grown tired of

Patting myself on the back

For living simply and being frugal

Pretending I've transcended

The ache for pretty new things

And consumption

And a bank account where they give you money

Just for having money

"I'm an introvert!

People are exhausting!"

When loneliness creeps up on me

From one more deep conversation

With someone whose name and face

I'm forgetting

Who has already forgotten mine

I'm over telling myself

I'm smart, funny, and kind

And that should be enough

It's not even enough for me, sometimes

"I'm aging gracefully"

From awkward stage to old age

Hot lasted a hot minute

I've stopped telling myself

I don't feel cheated

#personal #a poem i wrote #kind of #thoughts on middle age #i changed the last line #i didn't like it

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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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fridaycalmvibes · 1 year

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My mind

My mind, oh my mind

I have lost you, where are you

Please come back, the night is cold

The wind is harsh, yet you refuse

to come back

#a poem i wrote

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