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#ammature poetry
indescribable-isla · 2 years
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how strange it is to me that you still know everything about me
i would still recognize the pattern of your breathing anywhere
we are both finding solace in the arms of other kinder lovers
when i think about you i forget how to breathe
we are strangers who would know each other anywhere
walk past each other in unison
i asked you if it would always hurt this bad
you said you did not know
we are both afraid it might
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goodnessgraciousgal · 2 years
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Falling feet first into uncertainty
As my shadow turns, giving into fear
The doubt I will silence
choosing what truth to ultimately hold near
I will land, planted, knowing You hold Eternity
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ourdreamsareneon · 2 years
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I hate when fanfics say "the blonde" or "the younger one" to distinguish characters without saying their names. If you're good at writing, the reader should be able to tell who you're referring to with just pronouns.
"The blonde walked over and put his hands on the younger one's hips" is so clunky.
You can say "he walked over to him and placed his hands on his hips" without your reader being confused about who's hands are on who's hips. It comes of as insecure and that you're thinking "shit what if they don't understand what I mean" instead of being confident that your writing makes sense. Either that or you're adding unnecessary flourish, I don't know which is worse.
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lickzer0 · 2 years
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I used to thrash to stay afloat,
sore limbs from survival,
As ocean waves tried to drown me.
But now i'm thrashing in a bathtub,
sore limbs hitting the sides,
and the waves are all mine.
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spongebob293 · 1 year
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Inferno
I gasp loudly desperate for air.
I am frozen in place; all I can do is stare.
I cannot hide. I cannot run.
But without doing something I am surely done.
There were no embers, no warning in sight.
Yet here we are, facing our greatest fight.
I couldn’t fathom it becoming worse.
Yet it continues to intensify like a curse.
It started small, barely a flame.
Everyone believing things would remain the same.
More fuel was added, a blaze rapidly spread
And everyone was instantly filled with dread.
Suffocating within the thick of the smoke
Trying to yell, but it comes as a croak.
The instinct to survive overcomes despair.
All you can do is fight and see how you fare.
-A.C
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Hey I don't know if your still taking requests but if you are could I get a Collin grey x reader where the reader teaches him to play video games? Thanks <3
Gaming-Pro
Contents: Reader teaches their boyfriend how to be a pro-gamer
"No baby, that's the wrong button" you said, giggling at your clueless boyfriends gaming skills. Since Colin was always the smart type, constantly writing poetry and doing computer-sciencey stuff, you kind of expected him to be somewhat good at video games. And oh boy, were you wrong. For the last hour and a half, you had been trying to teach Colin how to play Call Of Duty, showing him how to hold the control and function it. "Ohh, okay, so it's this one" said Colin as he proceeded to press Y instead of X. You think he was maybe trying to shoot, or sprint? You didn't know, all you knew was that 1. Your boyfriend was absolutely terrible at this game and 2. He just got killed. You sat up from your bed, motioning him to come lay in your lap. After Colin got nice and comfy in between your legs, you held his hands that held the controller. "Here, this is how you shoot" you made his fingers press the button on the top part of the control. "This is how you sprint" repeating the same motion, you made his finger press the right joystick. "Now you try" Colin looked up at you, pretty honey-colored eyes gazing into yours and pale pink lips curled into a smile. "You're such a good teacher Y/n, maybe you should volunteer at the daycare sometime." You smiled at him, patting his head.
As some time went by, you could see the sudden improvement of Colin's gaming skills. As you ran your fingers through his dark brown locks of hair, You watched as Colins once clumsy hands now skillfully pressed the buttons on the controller. "There you go my love, now you're getting the hang of it!" you said, happy that your once ammature boyfriend was now a pro video-gamer. For a second time, Colin looked up at you again, smiling from the praise you were giving. As he was too caught up in your praising, Colin was completely ignoring the screen. You could hear a loud "Game over" come from the T.V, making Colin's head look back. "Aw god damn it" he said, slightly giggling at the fact he lost.
"Huh, guess you're still terrible."
A/n: I am so sorry this is like a year late :,( Guys please keep requesting stuff, i need the practice! this was so fun to write btw !
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Whiskey Kisses
I drown myself in whiskey  trying to kill the parts of me that still love you, it was sweet  and warm like your lips on my skin.
-am
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yourhani · 4 years
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tweedleddumb · 7 years
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that’s the thing about life
the thing about life
is that it catches you by surprise,
the moment you look away : your entire existence flips
it could be a roundabout
the once sadness returns after the patch of light
or it could be blissfully smooth sailing
i like to think that it all happens for a reason
that my existence won’t add up to nothing
but, that's the thing about life:
it catches you by surprise
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tragicallymagic · 6 years
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darkness within
Everyone has a darkness within them, Be it something they were simply born with, Or something that has drilled itself into them over a period of many, many years; We can not control them, It's just there.
Except there is a way to control them.
2. Ways.
There is a path of darkness: A never ending road of self-hatred, destruction and pain, Things our darkness feeds off of, The perfect recipe of ultimate death. It’s not perfect, It’s not pretty. Yet too often that’s just life.
However, there’s more. Only a select few get to experience this path. In fact, I did not believe in its existence until I met you: my love.
Out there is a person with an equal amount of darkness within them - they are a simply perfect imperfection. They share with you a bond of the purest make: a lost soul. Together you revel in your losses, Subconsciously building something stronger...lighter.
Because what I’ve failed to tell you is yes we all have darkness, But we all carry a light. You and this person can create something new - you can overtake the darkness.
Suddenly that pit becomes a little less grey, And eventually that light will be the birth of your true existence.
In the end, it’s up to you if you choose to fight the darkness. But help someone else fight their demons and you might just defeat your own.
Your darkness does not define you, It’s how you deal with it that makes you who you are.
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maybe...
it hurts to think that maybe you threw away each photograph.  maybe you crumbled each letter I wrote and tried to erase the words that were spoken for only us to hear.  maybe you wake up each morning and think of her while I lay in bed and replay every kiss you ever gave me.  
[life documented by the broken-hearted]
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indescribable-isla · 2 years
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the inside of my chest aches
i graduated
i ran to the other side of the country
i got good grades i got into a good school
i did everything i was supposed to
but it still hurts
it all still fucking hurts
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goodnessgraciousgal · 3 years
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I’m more sure of myself
The long in-between filled with secrets dark and deep. They keep my imagination twisted, and fixated- on how to fill the blank space
The past memories, those things I don’t have
Four years pass and I can recognize your voice. You state your name & I remember, but I’m standing on the edge
Of knowing you once before
I’m more sure of myself
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some say love is when they're always on your mind,
some say love when only they can make you shine.
some say love is always putting yourself last,
some say love is when time away could never go too fast.
some say love is when they make everything seem clear,
some say love is when losing them is your biggest fear.
some say love is going all the way to make them happy,
some say love is when you look forward to changing a nappy.
some say love is the person who makes your days brighter,
some say love is when you long to hold them tighter.
some say love is when their arms are like home,
some say love is when you see them on a throne.
some say love is always a two way thing,
some say love is when they make you feel fresher than spring.
some say love is not being able to think of them without smiling,
some say love is the number you're forever dialling.
some say love is counting days till you next meet,
some say love is when you'd happily massage feet.
some say love is 'babe' and 'hun',
but I say love is different for everyone.
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bloodstainedrose1 · 8 years
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Like the scars you left upon my skin, I'll never forget these sins. I know I have been condemned, but I will never let you back in.
Bloodstainedrose1
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katydidapoem-blog · 9 years
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What’s safe(st) to take?
For a long time
I would not go to bed.
I got used to it.
You probably remember those months
where I slept in your lap.
I dripped poetry while you dripped paint
and we dipped our finger tips
in wax
and pinched our skin black.
  You would speak
and I would tell you
the taste of it.
For old time’s sake,
Which part of your body
Does this poem go to?
Your fingers or teeth,
The top of your chest,
your throat? Does it touch your face?
  I thought you were brave in your
Woman’s jeans, but I found
more comfort in your whimpering screams
in the dark.
Our words were soothing
For each other. Then what?
You told me what was safe to take
And what not to take, or do.
But who told you?
  For as long as I let it. And I do.
Despite it being my home
and our family.
If that stranger above
our window ever jumps.
I’ll come back for you,
and this time I’ll tell you!
I’ll tell you not to take it
and I’ll tell you what to do.
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