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mylittletankaworld · 2 months
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among boring talks endless repetitive tasks why are only you, like small glimpses among clouds, able to brighten my day?
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vampireink · 3 months
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I would steal the stars for you but your eyes already shine brighter than anything in the whole universe
[Kas]
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lovesomepoems · 4 months
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The person in the mirror is not me
I’ve got dark hair- darker than the images’ own, shorter. More manageable than this curled mess.
I’ve got brown eyes- much darker than the blue eyes blinking back. The blue eyes judge me, point out everything that’s different.
The image in the mirror is shorter, a mere 5’3” compared to my height. Yet, I can stare into those light blue eyes.
(or maybe the eyes are grey- they’ve changed, I realise, they changed at some point from a critical glare to a soft understanding. I dont like it. Go back)
I am not me
And yet,
here I am.
Existing.
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r0cky1803 · 2 months
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I hate
How violent I am
Until I remember
How sad I would be
If I didn’t get angry
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sixminutestoriesblog · 7 months
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bad poem #27
I say "one day, I will marry you."
You laugh like stars falling from the morning sky.
Your laughter makes me smile.
I can't help it. When you laugh
the world is as bright as you are.
Later
when the world is quiet again
and grey again
and you've gone
I will cry
over your wordless answer
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latenightexperience · 2 months
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It took me years to learn how to sleep
Without something pressed tight against my back.
A bit of comfort that the space was filled -
One more thing to warn if safety was being pulled away.
If I could, I'd wrap something all around me -
A lump back there, yes,
But then a cover up over the curves of my side
And held tight in my hands at my chest.
How funny, to swaddle myself up
Just like the specter used to.
-LNE
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bugjuicer · 5 months
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You smiled and the whole room spun
That is the truth I am afraid to tell you
Understand, I sectioned my heart off like
an orange, and gave it to boys
with kind smiles and cold eyes. Boys
with warm hands but sharp teeth, who
loved like it was their religion and I was the
sacrifice. They covered
my wounds in honey, promised it was medical
grade and I believed them, even as it
dripped from the peanut butter stained jar.
This is what I understand
wounds coated in sugar and
eyes rubbed raw and red
I'm new to this,
salt water and football jerseys.
Hold my hand,
     I'll do my best.
-bug juice
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kingaufruhr · 6 months
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Vera Claythorne
What is there to truly blame,
the victim or the loosing game?
A little lie for her to sing,
to gamble for a wedding ring.
And when the child turned up dead
the lovesick girl was never wed.
Instead, she buried deep within
to wonder if it was a sin,
or just a push that came to shove
the madness of a girl in love.
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monorayjak · 2 months
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It is indeed shit
Ok, so I'm well aware this is a shit poem, but I wrote it and wanted to share
Humans define monsters so many times as other, With sharp fangs and misshapen forms, With unknowable beliefs and odd motions. But true monsters hide in crowds unseen. With no fangs and common silhouettes, With known beliefs and foreseen motions. Empathy defines humanity, And its lack, monstrosities. The most grotesque form with empathy, Is more human than anyone without. I stand alongside odd forms and beaten shapes, Not because I am a monster, But because I am human, Just as they are.
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almostforgottenpoetry · 8 months
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You pinky promised, then you broke it
You said you wouldn’t, then you did
You said it was true, but you lied
You said you loved me, but you didn’t
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mylittletankaworld · 2 months
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Lonely wallflower Hoping that maybe someday You will glimpse at me, Find me beautiful enough To adorn your most loved walls
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vampireink · 7 months
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I want you. I want all of you. I want the darkness and the demons that no one else knows about. I want the silent battles that you fight daily that only you know about. I want to love every inch of you the way you deserve to be loved.
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lovesomepoems · 6 months
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I wish I was small again
Not because life was easier as a kid
no
I fought a different war back then
but because
when I am longing,
yearning for affection,
I want to be engulfed by my mothers hugs once again
I want to be protected and nurtured once more
instead I’m an adult
Who is taller than his mother
and whose yearning and longing is brushed past
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r0cky1803 · 5 months
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I’m not the water you need to survive
I’m the whiskey you need to feel
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sixminutestoriesblog · 7 months
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bad poem #64
Grey day
Rain day
Empty day
I have-no-energy-for-you day.
Without muffled days
to stop the noise of my brain
how would I survive?
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latenightexperience · 8 months
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I remember when things felt easy.
Late night movies downtown--
I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out,
Laughing loud,
Stumbling to the bathroom,
Empty cans clattering to the ground--
Walking through the pumpkin patch,
Meeting up at the local bar.
Simple things,
Television dreams.
Funny how it feels colder in the summer.
Maybe you shed me with your layers.
-LNE
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